The Languid Lumbering of the Body in Ecstasy (disinterested memory)

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Ahmen. Let me put you in my Box, intersecting the Tremor of

this was nothing but a complication at

Hearts, Sole—

—ly, I’m

a very Large

Mammal ~ Born

I / was

in a City Frozen, where my Old Man died drowning out, all the rest but Porn. But it is we that lack. It is we that are suffering & hungering in the Crowds that have begun to gather in our poor wreck of an Alley where it’s Cold & it’s oh so Cold out here when we perch like pigeons in an Accidental Lament. I am compelled to shatter us, to shackle us out a Shout, but here instead, let me Mime you in, in Introduction:

To sing of our delicate matters bores & I do not want to get over you.

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This is what I would want to say to you:

Again, I do

not want, to

get

over / want

to get on

you / get

you, all

up / on

me like

Food

flushed

advances

fill my

Hands

with

Skin / out n’

get loud

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[let’s contemplate what was once]

Explaining this to you. Is not, is. Complicated more it’s Night. Tonight. You’re in my room or. Is that just my. Mouth you rooming in just. Fleshing the. Bridge out. To you. In sincere. Steps up. The Spine. Deserves. We deserve. A Taste The sweet. Sweet Middle. Is all. Left to be. Transcribed this. Note. You Sing. I see

That great / Big Ass / Bumped / Against / my Face

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Where was I, was here in embrace, our bodies were becoming quite Vast, rather Palpable, rather Full, rather Achy

Our bodies were becoming rather fucking

definitive

[—ly]

the Satirical Expression of Glob

Thus, in which case:

Sing for me my little Diva while I’m smacking that ass