'the blank head in which ‘I’ am…so frightened…greedy that only my death could satisfy it…'
(I like the vicious types who show the cock here____)
rendering the invisible/the problem of discharge/of the spew death cum of lifeless/throughout/bled lights…
bone echo of the hollow voice/no end in sight of the till nor not of the becoming absolute negation/cock in head charge/all spun/silences/silences…
(I will show you fear in a handful of dust…)
retinal glaze/its seals (slashed through till out of…gathering fuel in vacant lots)
(…by which the old atavistic automatism of the beast named man might get going without jamming at the start…)
not the slightest trace of…unreality anywhere…my senses…unreality of my senses the unreality of and ondelay…
the bone stripped of meat slowly pared down in the blight light sun of the next till follow on from…
dense sky how do thou wish for as if in screaming from out of which till asking of the nothing of…
Not
What pretends to be born
Strangely passed by
But each being that moves in a corner
Each corner that moves in a being
Not what pretends
To move in the room
But each candle in each
Each corner that moves in each
Pretends to slip between the steps
Passes for slipping between the steps
Of each one
(…scarred masks and the rest of/the knowing nothing of it…reducing the ground floor level/to an abyss…)
--
of these ramparts…(I don’t know what kind of miracle/ thunderbolt/a cosmos of birds/I don’t know which game of chance…)
blind stun of sheen/adrift/in the obscene of it till head of glass shatters/nothing out of which till absent…
if there is still an eye/it is the eye of a hurricane/ denuded meat/citric amber lights…
…agitation of matter…colourism claims to bring out the conception/of such a haptic vision…
(without tongue)
slips under palate of my mouth
left shoe in right shoe…
(with a static frenzy)
I FORSEE A DESTRUCTION
BY FIRE(…)
‘Having got past the red light,’ says poor Isadore Ducasse, ‘she permits him, for a modest fee, to scrutinise the interior of her cunt.’
all drag and of the better once, of the forge, of the forgotten, breathless waste, and the tallow of the breathe clipping the edge of the light’s ocular discharge…
(‘It’s not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.’)
winds in tall dry glass where the cadaver lays/we poke it with a stick/as the machine grinds teeth in the exigency of the sky’s espousal of…
such broken teeth/they almost…seasoned…crow skin…in death’s dream kingdom…
(‘as she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill…’)
even the……………of elegant personages has the hugeness of a rat.
--
of the harpsichord tongue and the bitter wish/(he was given to dreaming of the less than this…breakage or other else…)
extreme devotion is the opposite of piety, (flayed), breathing uneasily, extreme vice the opposite of pleasure…
(Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool…)
taken by the thus or otherwise/bled out/timeless but for the scab cast gracefully across the lips/to bind the gouge, from out which all may…
‘the spinal column is nothing but a sword beneath the skin, slipped into the body of an innocent sleeper by an executioner.’
time falls/gravitates from the onset of an avalanche of sand in the cylindrical bind/boned out/carcass kisses of this or of the before till now…
(‘Every form of haste, even towards the good, betrays some mental disorder.’)
it was all a-lax from the commence…(desire, design, arbitrary lights spun lack of sheen distancia of the bled fleshed arrival…)
So what appears dark in a corner
Pretends to slip madly in each one
The whirlwind that rests
Just in the middle of the despite everything
…
In a corner
Moves in the room which appears to stop
Despite everything
(Clytaemnestra:
No-one takes me in with visions--senseless dreams.)
--
‘The camera is the eye of a cruising vulture flying over an area of…’
‘They will tear shreds and shreds of flesh from their bodies; but the drop of blood remains, ineffable, in the same place, and will shine like a diamond.’
(all scarred aloft of the bind what will, dementia X. and the unmasking hand, stripped…cancerous…a limp wilt of fleshless absolute…(mocked)…)
Of trance-stone
Of patience
Of tumours
Of cooked tumours
And the bed-sores of the skinned man.
Iced death to the (merde), lightless overtures of the benign dust, traversed, flesh-blown, obliterated the asking of?
‘Surely a song for men like a great wind
Shaking an iron tree
Dead leaves in a winter pissoir…’
Aching of the stitch, of cat’s nine tails and the ever-forgiving light’s absurd/ absence of/ night of the reclaimed/ fission---fission…
‘Nothing exists that doesn’t have this senseless sense--common to flames, dreams, uncontrollable laughter--in those moments when consumption accelerates, beyond the desire to…………………endure.’
(‘Nakedness is only death and the tenderest kisses have an aftertaste of rat.’)
Of the blind fathom of escaping sky bled from the eye/ I, lockheld till semblance spasm of the unlocked/ fallen…
Dreaming of…
The eyes shear from out of dense in the laughter of matter in the matter of laughter, bled still…
‘We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.’
(‘and the voices, (voices), wherever they come from, have no life in them.’)
--
‘I can feel the heat closing in…’
…(a vulture’s span cascading from the elevator sky till stretch of light through liquid fingers of the unsung parameters of machinations/a teasement of…)…
‘Windowless cubicle with blue walls. Dirty pink curtain cover the door. Red bugs crawl on the wall, cluster in corners…’
‘My cock spurts soft diamonds in the morning sunlight…’
(a…feel/the heat……liquid fingers…)
‘the tongue gets clogged with mud that can happen (violently) too only one remedy then pull it in and suck or swallow the mud or spit it out it’s one or the other and question the -vista- question is it nourishing and vistas last a…’
..wound erupting from shallow graves till fossil magistrate/we of the condemned without jury one singular executioner’s laughter silent as…
…(dredged/ spasm/occluded/spasm/naught/undone)…
‘be rather to the static frenzy
of the shadow of a doubt’
…else the embroiled of what turning from casket emptied till steel brace/ reckless the heaving gut the bile the traces of vomit wiped away, the blood flecked bile…
…(emptied then none)…
‘This objective zone of indescernability is the entire body, but the body insofar as it is flesh or meat…’
…(‘I shall strike your hollow carcass…’)…
…blessed then the bone rot of benign time and the figurative of exempt/of sudden flash metal limbs and the creaking beneath the floorboards electrified…
…(dense with blood/the treatise busied/tolling of the greatness of the silence between one cunt and the next/ between the foreign flesh and the death mask sealed/its seals unbroken/cast afar/silenced then)…
…in the death-arc/come none till follow/knocked upon/ silenced out of silenced/ broken lest till absence of shadow of static of light…meat none…
‘I don’t know, giving up, that’s it, I’ll have gone on giving up, having had nothing, not being there…’
(I like the vicious types who show the cock here____)
rendering the invisible/the problem of discharge/of the spew death cum of lifeless/throughout/bled lights…
bone echo of the hollow voice/no end in sight of the till nor not of the becoming absolute negation/cock in head charge/all spun/silences/silences…
(I will show you fear in a handful of dust…)
retinal glaze/its seals (slashed through till out of…gathering fuel in vacant lots)
(…by which the old atavistic automatism of the beast named man might get going without jamming at the start…)
not the slightest trace of…unreality anywhere…my senses…unreality of my senses the unreality of and ondelay…
the bone stripped of meat slowly pared down in the blight light sun of the next till follow on from…
dense sky how do thou wish for as if in screaming from out of which till asking of the nothing of…
Not
What pretends to be born
Strangely passed by
But each being that moves in a corner
Each corner that moves in a being
Not what pretends
To move in the room
But each candle in each
Each corner that moves in each
Pretends to slip between the steps
Passes for slipping between the steps
Of each one
(…scarred masks and the rest of/the knowing nothing of it…reducing the ground floor level/to an abyss…)
--
of these ramparts…(I don’t know what kind of miracle/ thunderbolt/a cosmos of birds/I don’t know which game of chance…)
blind stun of sheen/adrift/in the obscene of it till head of glass shatters/nothing out of which till absent…
if there is still an eye/it is the eye of a hurricane/ denuded meat/citric amber lights…
…agitation of matter…colourism claims to bring out the conception/of such a haptic vision…
(without tongue)
slips under palate of my mouth
left shoe in right shoe…
(with a static frenzy)
I FORSEE A DESTRUCTION
BY FIRE(…)
‘Having got past the red light,’ says poor Isadore Ducasse, ‘she permits him, for a modest fee, to scrutinise the interior of her cunt.’
all drag and of the better once, of the forge, of the forgotten, breathless waste, and the tallow of the breathe clipping the edge of the light’s ocular discharge…
(‘It’s not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.’)
winds in tall dry glass where the cadaver lays/we poke it with a stick/as the machine grinds teeth in the exigency of the sky’s espousal of…
such broken teeth/they almost…seasoned…crow skin…in death’s dream kingdom…
(‘as she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill…’)
even the……………of elegant personages has the hugeness of a rat.
--
of the harpsichord tongue and the bitter wish/(he was given to dreaming of the less than this…breakage or other else…)
extreme devotion is the opposite of piety, (flayed), breathing uneasily, extreme vice the opposite of pleasure…
(Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool…)
taken by the thus or otherwise/bled out/timeless but for the scab cast gracefully across the lips/to bind the gouge, from out which all may…
‘the spinal column is nothing but a sword beneath the skin, slipped into the body of an innocent sleeper by an executioner.’
time falls/gravitates from the onset of an avalanche of sand in the cylindrical bind/boned out/carcass kisses of this or of the before till now…
(‘Every form of haste, even towards the good, betrays some mental disorder.’)
it was all a-lax from the commence…(desire, design, arbitrary lights spun lack of sheen distancia of the bled fleshed arrival…)
So what appears dark in a corner
Pretends to slip madly in each one
The whirlwind that rests
Just in the middle of the despite everything
…
In a corner
Moves in the room which appears to stop
Despite everything
(Clytaemnestra:
No-one takes me in with visions--senseless dreams.)
--
‘The camera is the eye of a cruising vulture flying over an area of…’
‘They will tear shreds and shreds of flesh from their bodies; but the drop of blood remains, ineffable, in the same place, and will shine like a diamond.’
(all scarred aloft of the bind what will, dementia X. and the unmasking hand, stripped…cancerous…a limp wilt of fleshless absolute…(mocked)…)
Of trance-stone
Of patience
Of tumours
Of cooked tumours
And the bed-sores of the skinned man.
Iced death to the (merde), lightless overtures of the benign dust, traversed, flesh-blown, obliterated the asking of?
‘Surely a song for men like a great wind
Shaking an iron tree
Dead leaves in a winter pissoir…’
Aching of the stitch, of cat’s nine tails and the ever-forgiving light’s absurd/ absence of/ night of the reclaimed/ fission---fission…
‘Nothing exists that doesn’t have this senseless sense--common to flames, dreams, uncontrollable laughter--in those moments when consumption accelerates, beyond the desire to…………………endure.’
(‘Nakedness is only death and the tenderest kisses have an aftertaste of rat.’)
Of the blind fathom of escaping sky bled from the eye/ I, lockheld till semblance spasm of the unlocked/ fallen…
Dreaming of…
The eyes shear from out of dense in the laughter of matter in the matter of laughter, bled still…
‘We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.’
(‘and the voices, (voices), wherever they come from, have no life in them.’)
--
‘I can feel the heat closing in…’
…(a vulture’s span cascading from the elevator sky till stretch of light through liquid fingers of the unsung parameters of machinations/a teasement of…)…
‘Windowless cubicle with blue walls. Dirty pink curtain cover the door. Red bugs crawl on the wall, cluster in corners…’
‘My cock spurts soft diamonds in the morning sunlight…’
(a…feel/the heat……liquid fingers…)
‘the tongue gets clogged with mud that can happen (violently) too only one remedy then pull it in and suck or swallow the mud or spit it out it’s one or the other and question the -vista- question is it nourishing and vistas last a…’
..wound erupting from shallow graves till fossil magistrate/we of the condemned without jury one singular executioner’s laughter silent as…
…(dredged/ spasm/occluded/spasm/naught/undone)…
‘be rather to the static frenzy
of the shadow of a doubt’
…else the embroiled of what turning from casket emptied till steel brace/ reckless the heaving gut the bile the traces of vomit wiped away, the blood flecked bile…
…(emptied then none)…
‘This objective zone of indescernability is the entire body, but the body insofar as it is flesh or meat…’
…(‘I shall strike your hollow carcass…’)…
…blessed then the bone rot of benign time and the figurative of exempt/of sudden flash metal limbs and the creaking beneath the floorboards electrified…
…(dense with blood/the treatise busied/tolling of the greatness of the silence between one cunt and the next/ between the foreign flesh and the death mask sealed/its seals unbroken/cast afar/silenced then)…
…in the death-arc/come none till follow/knocked upon/ silenced out of silenced/ broken lest till absence of shadow of static of light…meat none…
‘I don’t know, giving up, that’s it, I’ll have gone on giving up, having had nothing, not being there…’