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moving toward this the more, Tongue
going through his Skull, just went &l left
mymymy the big ass boner thinking “how
unbearable it is, sitting with you” in Silence this
vacancy came before—be he before now
rowing into the City which gently I
fucking detonate from thine Eyes, from
thine Irritation, in which, walking through
crowds & blue in the facebelching the
distance I passed the World right by &
wished to become neutered to You & burning
a Pigeon in your Hair, passed by the Nose
broke up in this notebook, I wrote---->”the
8th year birthed the Center of all that I had
hoped to” dippidy-doodoo & I’ve drawn enough of
this Life to a bookend------>in the end, I
am left, laying in Bed, feeling Empty & yielding
to the thought: “I want to wear what I want to
wear” her sifting through my Lawn & with that
golden the ass of living alone & eating alone I
lived alone, which was a painful thing being
pained the vacancy in ass or, was that my vacant
mouth—[?] Either way, the utterance these Days
is always the so sore sort, on the other side, there
were blocks & blocks walked & loaded into the
anxiety points-------------->I started, more or
less, with an Idea of differing the textures of
all my relationships, lapse & then ultimately
collapse, which was obvious this, shuttering into
fragments & the insistence of sitting alone or, together
we’re naked in the Dark & boning upon the scales
of our Imagination was, how blindly I wrote here how
blindly it all seemed so empty & a sadsack of shit to sing
when singing alone is like a sliver of wood in the throat: again this
fog seemed to produce a great blankness & solitude
reserved for mansions, reserved for the sprawling of
steps that go forward into their own version of a non
movement: this cramming of limbs in my box was what
wore us all down, in the touch, in I began touching your
thigh I, began drifting into the past of my fractured
feet & the envy of those that see the bottom of the
world might collapse & coalesce dangling from the
jaw parted in the dense tension forming all up in this
shit crammed in, what I am wearing, falls & litters
down my leg, down my entire Body was yet to
solidify, absolutely to solidify there must be a
roof------->The Head, begins to instantly shiver
in the haze that humps this cockcrap of a World
it is there, in which, he mouths “I want you to
stand over my” Catastrophe of childhood, the way
say---------->is when the shit started moving
towards us all, so shiny, so all-dressed-up for
the Fire, that would rage through us all & lastly
to leave us all, wrapped only in gauze was mymymy
how large the Gaze when the Flesh begins to melt
right the fuck-off & don’t bother me
