(Fig. 851) I know *This day, will bring me (to my own) (Fig. 852) In the ExtremeCenter, they said: “... // …” (Fig. 853) Shit (slips) under The Surface // (errs, the eclipsed) (Fig. 854)“I’m ready to receive (whatever) my Remains” (Fig. 855)The Contortion of my limbs in a posture (Fig. 856) “Oh, of getting close[r] to You” (Fig. 857) The City’s pisser (Fig. 858) Manhandling my (dirty-birdie) Rise (Fig. 859) All over (& under) my silly (semened) Body (Fig. 860) Becomes some dum-dum Gesture (Fig. 861) With Hands & Feet, I’m ready to receive your Head (on Thy Putter) (Fig. 862) Proceeding down the Alley: the comforting Idea of becoming your only Option (Fig. 863) Kiss me abruptly, enforced, enclosed (864) At this Point: I will seriously fuck a Nose (865) Parts of The Heart fall & Groan (866) The Physical Expectations, are my only Demands (867) For the Hunger, For the Drink, For all *this Aggravation (868) So begins the mudfucking Age: the intention of all (my) Movements are based solely, under the Soot, over the Disco (Fig. 869) I am nothing but Intense (Fig. 870) A landscape procured by my derailed Body all over the fucking place (Fig. 871) Your memory doesn’t mean nearly as much as “To Devour” (Fig. 872) The previous, unbearable, Beaver (Fig. 873) Your Objection: pleasing to my Ear (please) (Fig. 874) Turning my Back on The City // I’ll sorely miss (*This) (Fig. 875) I’d said that *this was to be the Day & began doing push-ups: from this angular recall I wasn’t so Heavy (Fig. 876) Pleasantness; or elder still // won’t be fucking gentler, still (Fig. 877) The Grass // is growing // so slowly goes // my Patience // ’ll never know (Fig. 878) Your Body, is the Kind, that I would wish to toss, from a Tree, to someone, below & how I’d watch you fall // watched how you fell (thrō) (Fig. 879) Those are very large Boobs in my Mouth—[!] (Fig. 880) “I are (are) the Hums able (dabble) DO” (Fig. 881) I will avoid your Hairy advances until the End of (mine) (Fig. 882) & yet, when I cross the Street, it’s so Sunny, that I feel (so) Empty: shill in the Shade of my own slapstick Hail (Fig. 883) Going under, itself, began the Strange (ma) moment (Fig. 884) I assumed that was a tiny Midget in my *Ass (Fig. 885) This fact is conveyed by the visibility of the retraction of its Flesh (Fig. 886) Repeater //Beater (Fig. 887) Call it a chest, a Hymn, or the Sea, I call (or see) See (Fig. 888) See, boomdoom (See: y) (Fig. 889) I meme the Mass // I meme Ye unto Dirt (with Me) (Fig. 890) My Disposition, must be depressed, structurally & through this Thump, something, slightly more complicated arises, which never fails to pinch each sunken Inch (Fig. 891) GO, Lunatics, GO—[!] (Fig. 892) Even when Issues arise, I’m concealed in my shitty Blind Devotion (Fig. 893) That’s as far as *this Story goes (Fig. 894) “Ah Shit, he’s opening his fucking Grill again—[!]” (Fig. 895) I (before) know I am holy (for) (Fig. 896) My Guilt is traced all over your Skin (in) (Fig. 897) Finally, never speak of me kindly (Fig. 898) Why Oh // why all this why // all *this fucking again—[?] (Fig. 899) “To Pound” & “to pound” meant: to Pound // I would pound (Fig. 900) To: The End Game will be how I erased *this entire fucking World
