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Underneath, I’m just skinning
away the Flesh
the way I swore-
off writing
again:
I’m elected to Head
the
with the Flu & you’re there
being dusted-off
my Plate, caving-in
to Hunger
pangs in Thy
LIVVERS
a stones-throw
you know:
Thy body is
a turd-turning:
to----->this really never
intended to Construct
Hell, Oh Wait for
one Second: If
you are not Thy
War, then
what “Arms”
arms-you
are stuck, in this basic
consumption
of your eventual
decline
& everything I’ve stopped
learning
to Plot: Oh
fuck
I’m getting
screwed
like you aught
to know
this Eras just
a shitstorm
shoveling our
mouths
into other
Mouths:
fish-hold
fish-hold
were really just
our Body’s
holding—[s]
[s]—hungers the Swell
& humming
the Day’s sad
articulation
is your only
invitation
to continue-on
with Thy
productions to come
for Some
