Keep Prophesying Between Kitchen Spaces And Hospitals

<Chaos permeates water storms out of the whirlwind fiery and burning water

Chaos spittle of the moon splits human bone

Chaos same in chaos creates chaos corrupted chaos (holy chaos and corrupted chaos burn one chaos; sacred chaos and profane chaos burn one chaos)>

It was dark red red teeth red     It was dark red teeth <spittle of the moon splits human bone>     I teeth bone dark shark cartilage     Bone teeth dozen spittle defuse dazzle     (Teeth dampen cave bites)

Dark: what dark?  Nostalgic dark screen video game gore.  Dark language contaminates <fiery and burning water>.  Her language contaminates my language – her Book contaminates my Book dirty bomb.  I prophesy red Book bomb Beethoven’s Fifth.  Teeth bites deaf dark chaos up against the wall motherfucker.

Pure language doesn’t exist – pure dark doesn’t burning water / no pure light.  I acknowledge the mixture and I experience the mixture.  I acknowledge mixture chaos corrupted chaos and I experiment <sacred chaos and profane chaos burning one chaos>.

Chaos permanent water swings Ben Body abject and trash layer – chaos camouflaged light-dark sacred-profane.

Philip K. Dick writes: “To share – experience – the joy of the Godhead as it invades – and expands into – the animal Kingdom… The Repair is to this damaged godhead… Christ reknitting the decomposing cosmos and restoring it to God.  Christ moves lower and lower, starting with man.  Thus the vision of Christ at and in the trash layer (stratum) is a vision of ultimate and final repair…”

I acknowledge the trash layer and garbage holy of holies     I experiment <chaos spittle of the moon splits human bone>
	Acknowledge witchcraft enters the computer age and a different terror begins
	Acknowledge a hot-blooded crew of cut-throats!  Devil-Ship Pirates
Trash <storms out of the whirlwind fiery and burning water>

I child at the stream and sparrow twelve sabbaths     Witchcraft child live birds / computer pigeons

I child at the stream and sparrow twelve sabbaths.  I child time crisis taryn tea party terrors and terror tunes twelve: twelve signs, twelve ships, twelve sparrow.  Twelve practices witchcraft partitions of my hot-blooded bath body (For you are my disciples and I know you, how old you are and how old you will be and when you see my cross you believe everything I have said to you is true)

I see cross as sparrow     See cross <chaos permanent water> devil-ships     See cross crow ben body human sludge and acid bath / acid bath <spittle of the moon splits human bone>     See cross sandsplit spalt spill serpent sing cross: cross terrific witchcraft cast trash

See cross <holy cross and corrupted chaos burn one chaos>     See cross <split human bone> sandsplit salt serpents: cross witchcraft crane origami sewing machine
	Machine mack the knife mechanics crack solo coffin piano improvisation
	Improvised clay crows stations of the cross nights in white satin
Cross <chaos burn one chaos>

I acknowledge the trash layer and witchcraft terror holy of holies (I wouldn’t trade one stupid decision for another five years of life)

Fuck this dark and its contaminated universe – Ben body – hot-blooded Book – all when all things see cross  (when I take out the garbage at night I am not with you then exactly   I’m with the universe)

Anything you have done well is worth letting go of.  I let go although I see the cross.  I let go of my pretensions and my desire to be original.  I desire to be original but I let go of transforming texts.  Let the texts and quotations remain recognizable – intertextual.  Texts commune and see beautiful – witchcraft cross and child sparrows.  <Chaos permanent water storms out of the whirlwind> community and communion.

All the Book has ever been about is community and being-in-difference

Keep prophesying – in fragments, between kitchen spaces and hospitals, in steam chaos passenger car rides, between places and liminal planes – prophesy trash layer and <chaos burn one chaos>

Was a red was was cross es red teeth unrest fell dark     Improvises cross normal deterritorialization Taryn tehom street teeth reterritorialization     Red Taryn talk teeth torture cross distance time cross: cross onto desert     Cross red chaos superimpose desert / Roman Empire into onto 1970s Anaheim (Los Angeles City plays itself)

Red was ref pirate terror ship witchcraft.  In red see cross red dark the yes red of it was red red red dwell feel.  I feel dark just key by wrath.

Red as remember red Krystal’s red dress.  I undress red death phantom of the opera masquerade.  It was dark red dark red.  It was red in the godhead garbage and it was dark red and home root red hot-blood.

It was dark and dark.  It was dark and trees red and pile FM Halloween red.  Red.  I accept dark.

It Was Always Dark Red

<Taryn was Tohu Wabohu and darkness was upon the face of Tehom.  All her faces of the great tehom looked and gazed and the windows of heaven were opened.>

It was always dark.  The red hole’s wetness threatened the lost sheep.

It was always dark.  Dark – <darkness was upon the face of tehom> – dark hark the herald.

It was dark call you yesterday where it went to you about something

It was darkly wedly, wedding wed wet dark.  Dark <looked and gazed>.
	Wed wet is was dark wedding
	Red wed dark tehom wedding
It was dark and it was always dark.

Wedding wed dark her (The off oh off.  Of off her dark dwell feel odd detergent for her.  It we see hawk and stiffen but night.  It was a farm and during nurture and night).

<Taryn Tehom faces Taryn Tohu Wabohu wade word away bottomless pit>

It was dark red red wed red teeth red (Anything you have done well is worth letting go of).  It was dark let go of my obsession of mythical semantics and semantic excess of my body mythology (occult and esoteric and allthing mystical).  Let go of understanding and comprehension and legibility.  Let go of decipher undecipherable undecidable.  Let go and prophesy without understanding prophecy.  Anything you have done well is worth letting go of.

I am asking the question – a forbidden question – do I need to understand my own writing? I say.  I don’t understand myself.  What happens if I don’t limit the Book to me having understanding it?  What comes out of it? I say.  No, you don’t need to understand it, says Asia.  You contain multitudes, she says.

I contain multitudes – multitudes <tohu wabohu wade word away bottomless pit>     Multitude it was dark wedding face to face.

It was red.  It was red.  It was a red was was was a sad EG red reed red deep red dark reed.  In – in was is – in.  In was red sea door red.  Red was wed red red dark dwell.  Feel fell dark feel.  Red he just King lap moth.  Key math bark gum I still of ear stuff red red.  Red ale rest and red alert red athletes need sail.  Red asked shorten obnoxious dry.

Then the Lord said to Moses, “Stretch out your hand towards heaven so that there may be darkness over the land of Egypt, a darkness that can be felt.”  So Moses stretched out his hand toward heaven, and there was dense darkness in all the land of Egypt for three days.  People could not see one another, and for three days, they could not move from where they were, but all the Israelites had light where they lived.

Anything you have done well is worth letting go of.  It was red.  It was a red the land of Egypt a darkness over three darkness red.  It was a red was was over a sea people could not see one another was dense days.  In – in was where the land for there was dense in.  In was red sea darkness over the land there.  Stretch out other your hand just key I am math.  I still of our staff red not see another they could.

It was dark K red dark red.  It was dark red and home red and room red and heat red.  Home red <word away bottomless pit>.

<Taryn Tehom faces Taryn Tohu Wabohu wade word away bottomless pit.  Taryn Tehom troubles Ben Bythos / Taryn troubles waters words -within-worlds first magic chaos.>

It was dark and dark.  It was dark and trees red and pile FM red.  Red bottomless pit.

It was always dark.  The Red hole’s wetness threatened.  I stretch out my hand red hole hell.  Red hell hole happens.  Red hell hole red the darkness his three from red line nonlinear hell.  Hell.  Hell elle her hell ellen hell elaine hell it was always dark.

It was always dark so the they darkness move darkness.  It was dark deep deep land clenches tightly to my bed sheets.  It was always dark red red root room always alone in hell.

Taryn was Tohu Wabohu and darkness was upon the face of Tehom.  Are not the days of my life few?  Let me alone, that I may find a little comfort before I go, never to return, to the land of gloom and deep darkness, gloom and darkness, deep darkness and chaos, where light is like darkness.  Taryn Tehom troubles Ben Bythos few my dark.

Alone in hell returnal hell always hell hell husks in hell.  Christian hell.  Christ in hell not harrowing hell but Christ imprisoned hell black iron prison.  The red’s hole threatens the red hole’s wetness and Taryn threatens.  Taryn threatens by pronouncing the Tetragrammaton.  Taryn threatens <troubled waters words-within-worlds first magic chaos>.

Taryn threatens me bright red and I must dodge the summer fire.  Red’s wetness threatens woman word.  I dodge see all out a was one of the your darkness was dense.  Wet red witnesses Taryn Tehom red hum fire wired word.  Taryn stretches hand that darkness and had towards <looked and gazed and the windows of heaven were opened> – opened hell and Christ husk Taryn hell.

Wet red witnesses for light heaven be all three reds.  Three reds witness Taryn tremor hum wires word.  Taryn stretched fire – from Taryn days another they stretch toward Israelites.  Taryn stretches hand toward heaven fire and memories from my throat (the lost in hell among the rat-faced killers).  Killers kiss Christina in camouflage (Iron Maiden The Killers).

<Taryn was Tohu Wabohu and darkness was upon the face> – her dark hands stretched over my face – three days dark

Be Dirty

Honor your error as hidden intention     Be dirty     Fucked attention span: fucked intention     Not intention but initiation

Obsidian hooligans / hoop snake shenanigans     Corrugated cardboard cutlass coral – coral curds and whey wild privacy piracy     Pirate pulse play narrow boat wide blood     Blood wide blood separated plasma and cell tower syrup / red blood red sepal simulations

Honor your error as hidden intention     Dirt     Fucked span bridge hinge: fucked intention     Not intention but initiation

Everything feels so fucking loud.  All shrill buzzers brain itches intentional fuck.  Watch any television and its tentacles speak.  Its tentacles reach out speech through the screen scattering.

“Watchman” portable television, 1982.  Made by Sony Corporation, Tokyo.  Philadelphia Museum of Art.

I make clay circus twelve sparrows and sparrows spear seer twelve tribes and twelve disciples composite building materials or mixed martian metals
	Mixed metals martian mountain mirrorwork
	Work mirror malt sparrows spirals
I make clay circuses and animal cookies and I honor their malpractice

And God heeded Leah, and she conceived and bore Jacob a fifth son.  Leah said, “God has given me my hire because I gave my maid to my husband.”  So she named him Issachar.  And Leah conceived again, and bore Jacob a sixth son.  Then Leah said, “God has endowed me with a good gift; now my husband will honor me because I have born him six sons.”  So she named him Zebulon.  Afterward she bore a daughter and named her Dinah.

Be dirty and messy.  Mistake and honor vulnerability because I have bore a daughter and she bore a daughter.  Initiate fuck language portable television now my life and hey text ached displace Ben where is my mind.  

Be dirty and conceive vulnerability.  I describe the depersonalized desert – an immaterial substance that separates a person from the outside world, such as a sensory fog,  pane or glass, or veil.

Recognize the dirt and intention.  Familiar places look alien, bizarre and surreal.

I make and make males my body unfamiliar conceived making.  Unfamiliar, the intention naked unreal and hazy.

I feel haze maze unreal oxbow meander unreal – unreal catacombs her catacombs, coxcomb karakoram

I careen unreal as full moon

I am only the sort of thing that exists in Christina’s dream.  I dream unreal desert depersonalized and derealized.  I dream a derealized rhizome.  I don’t feel real so I experiment with intensities of unrealities – surreal nothing cut from nothing.  I honor the error of my depersonalization.


//
Honor your error as hidden intensities     Intention – horror intention initiation – initiation body horror

The body horror aspects comes in multiple forms.  There are gory images of childbirth but also when the patriarch is close to death, he is a naked discolored breathing corpse on the bed, oozing black blood, with pulsating black tumors erupting from his body.  When they want to force the main characters to become part of the family, they cut open a tumor and make her drink the black pus.

Be dirty     Multiple bodies – multiple horrors     From my body childbirth child of humanity     From my body hellbender barcarolle
	Naked him sixth son
	God was given me a good gift now my hire
	She conceived and named him sixth son

Dirty depersonalization     Fucked black tumors clay circus twelve sparrow initiation

My naked discolored breathing corpse cannibalizes corpses – necrophagy – autocannibalism

Be dirty multiple body horrors
	You check in alive… But check out dead!
	Hotel Horror
	Its beds becomes blood baths!
My naked discovered breathing corpse compiles composite building materials     Sparrows spinal newsreel softcore pornography B movies (ben body without organs B movie)
	Vampire Playgirls
	They bite they squeeze they’re ready to please
I cannibalize nude corpses / I’ll swallow your soul

Swallow your soul maid borne a bore and sons horror          Swallow your soul God to me son me bore so a him

Nudity stairs dark dented head skull / ben nude I’ll swallow your soul     

(Dead end.  Honor your error dead end.  Horror dead end.  Unintended dead end oozing dead end.  Always dead end intention.  Grieve dead drift dead said unintended initiation.  Dead end but outside my control.  No differences).

Why cook dinner?  Why make my bed?  Why come home at all?  Out the door through the woods there’s a world where nothing grows

Dead end strains rain arranges dead end sing dead.  Dead end names and me afterwards with has son be dirty.

Dead dream end.  Dream dead end.  Black blood oozes why make my bed.  (Lizzie Borden took an axe and she gave her mother forty whacks and when she saw what she had done she gave her father forty-one)

Honor your error as hidden intention.  Close the door!  Lock it!  Catch it!  Here comes Lizzie with a brand new hatchet!  Honor your horrors as hidden intention / conceive son depersonalized desert.

Honor dead end macabre hymns

I loved the horrific and gross and oozing as a kid.  Visceral dead bodies and resurrected corpses.  Dead end axe and thrak axe and axe thrak thrak dead end.  Dead end axe necromancy.  Dead end memory and disappeared memory and memory unfamiliar-depersonalized.  Initiation.  No archive – no dead end.  Only dead end and initiate all archive.

I never close the door but dead end (she’s not breathing   she’s not moving   she’s not coming back   shut the door so I can leave)     My axe disappears details often dead end     I cannot discard the dead end

Honor your error as hidden intention.  Be dirty.  Fucked attention span.  Span across the axe has named heeded bore Jacob. Endowed not intention – initiation.  Archive depersonalized desert but archive.  Depersonalized desert but archive my body horror, my oozing unfamiliar body.  My body beneath composite materials – mixed metals.  And named him Issachar and endowed me with a good gift.

Ground Created In This Table

<I see the Kindred as a relationship, says Christina.  Not an entity.

Kindred kindles and keeps chaos: potential for pure relationship and process.  I typically use prophecy as a verb a human does, says Christina.

Kindred prophesies in the beginning was the verb
	Ur-Writing
	Ur-Language
	Ur-Speech
Primordial prophecy originates in Kindred Chaos>

Christina kisses my corpse cheap machines and perpetual motion machines (I hide in The Turk automaton and prophesy a material messianic)

“It is well-known that an automaton once existed, which was so constructed that it could counter any move of a chess player with a counter-move, and thereby assure itself of victory in a match […] The puppet called historical materialism is always supposed to win.”

I prophesy a radical materialism through a glass darkly and Christina collects material bone.  Christina burns bone campfire material and messianic material, have mercy on a sinner.

I ask Christina into my ground dark was the night cold was the ground.  I ground or grind alternating fires onto kingdom and kingdom jackals.  I ground on grind gold into dark was the night cold was the ground.

<Kindred prophesies in the beginning was the verb>     Verb morphs through a system of mirrors, the illusion of language – language irreal unreal surreal infinitesimals the morph ball was conceived by the developers because it required less effort to animate than a cyborg crawling on all fours.  I morph verb crawls dark was the night cold was the ground.  I morph mate mesa and I will raise up a thousand skyscrapers for you with a thousand windows seen on the walls.

<Kindred prophesies in the beginning was the verb> and verb morphs messianic and Kindred material and Kindred messianic
	Materialism apparatus in that it employs
	Ground created in this table
	One can envision a broad table 
<Primordial prophecy originates in Kindred chaos>

Do you practice magick? I say.  I’m looking into it, says Christina.  It sounds like things I already do kind of?  What do you already do?  More like chaos magick.  Making the truth, says Christina.

She walls me alive but I escape underneath but transforming into a morph ball and mood indigo / in the meantime example of the same lily.

I morph maze meat and milk meat and milk melancholy.


//
Hey.  I feel unreal.  I experience something unreal – my unreal mouth – my unreal breasts – unreal dark was the night and cold was the ground.  My breath dissipates unreal <ur-writing   ur-langauge   ur-speech>.  I write myself Ben into existence and the written disappears myself Ben.  I do not exist outside the Book.  <In the beginning was the verb> and I’m only sort of thing that Christina dreams (He’s dreaming now, and what do you think he’s dreaming about?  Why about you, where do you suppose you’d be?  You’d be nowhere.  Why, you’re the only a sort of thing in his dream!).  I feel unreal and I’m only the sort of thing that exists inside Christina’s dream.

Do you ever have periods of dissociation or depersonalization? I say Christina.  I do, she says.  I have out-of-body moments that come in waves.  Like 1-2 a day for 2 weeks out of the year.  What do you do when it happens?  I ride the wave, Christina says.  I treat it like any other altered state, she says.  I have been experiencing it more often, I say.  Like I’m not feeling I’m ben.  I feel too aware.  I feel hyperaware I’m conscious and I’m conscious of my consciousness, and I feel a separation between my mental self and my body.  I look in the mirror and I feel disconnected from that face.  It works like ben’s face but I don’t feel like ben really.  I feel disconnected from any body and I’m floating, I say.

I experience something unreal – rhizomic unreal ocean – ocean <Kindred kindles and keeps chaos> – something unreal.  I swell oceanic chaos / chasm cataclysm.
//


I kiss Christina from the cunt upward / Kingdom of the Skies toward the skin of Kindred

I kiss Christina chasm cataclysm.  She keeps cool jazz karst and I improvise unreal catacombs.  I improvise ben hinnom unreal and Christina keeps my corpse in Gehenna / gods body without organs.  Christina keeps karst catacombs and I couple my surreal skin to its unreality.

<Kindred prophesies in the beginning was the verb> and verb morphs maze meat and milk meat and milk melancholy.  I morph mine behind millions boat beware.
	Beware creates it materialism
	In a automaton well and victory
	Everyone mirrors this chess
I escape the automaton by transforming into a morph ball.

Still beware the material verb and unreal verb     I morph mine behind millions boat beware     Beware heal and hot hot heat and gang of four radiations     Beware heat her heat hell / beware marriage of heaven and hell which hunters her Book body horror

Christina kisses my corpse clean still corpses Kindred     I prophesy <in the beginning was the verb     ur-writing   ur-langauge   ur-speech>     I prophesy historical materialism is always supposed to win     Prophesy radical materialism through a glass darkly must go on transparent can out was of hands

Christina collects material bone: from bone – ben bone and unreal bone – morph ur-writing   ur-language   ur-speech

Morph Into Strange Machine

I morph into strange machine dream – I morph motor rotor magics and I manipulate morphemes to make magic (I myth a mercurial magic)     I morph into strange machine ritual modulations and polysemous Elohim polymeters

The morph ball was conceived by the developers because it required less effort to animate than a cyborg crawling on all fours

I morph into strange machine mismatched and remixed (mutated maren magics)     I morph meg map mud, the mercury of arcades / I morph megaton bomb megalodon and I swim arcades passages     I swim map passages Book of Sand and Book of Magma, and map burns miniature underground leaves of the Book


//
Morph into strange machines stranger metamorphoses

Morph into cave body karst metamorphosis / <Christina keeps chaos in increasingly eccentric orbits>

Christina, keep me in your cunt!  Keep me in your warm vaginal walls.  I don’t feel real.  Christina, I don’t feel real.  I feel uncanny.  I feel surreal and I look through the trash can for infinitesimals and cardinal numbers.  I feel surreal a member of the holy priesthood in the order of Melchizedek.  I feel unreal city under the fog of a winter moon.  Christina keep me close and I collect me in the catacombs of your cunt.  Keep me in <karst sparse spirit> but do not <abandon if I ever get off this killing floor>.  Christina collect me from the river that sweats oil and tar (a tyrannical terror manifests human tectonic plates and pliable fault lines).  My flesh sweats oil and terror, labyrinthine lubricant for the fault lines in my skin / skin of pus that brakes grins grind fires alternately.

Here, unreal Christina keeps ben corpses in the capstones of her cathedral catacombs.  She criss-crosses catacombs with her coxcomb wine cask and she kisses karakoram (here, unreal, I fall into hermetic chiasmus / Yeti Yahweh in heretic Himalayas)

Christina keeps ben corpses in large barns (don’t go into that barn / murder in a red barn body bandits).  Christina bends my body and fits me into a small laundry basket (I contort to twist and shout laundromats).  I ask Christina into my heart and her Asherah pole evangelism strands me with Lilith.  Christina have mercy on me, a sinner.

Christina kisses my corpse clean machines (morph ball strange machines) and perpetual motion machine.  I hide in The Turk automaton and prophesy a material messianic.

Morph into unreal – strange machine unreal equally Christina
//


Morph unreal mutation – morph mutated Christina map tree sap – morph a cyborg crawls on all fours

I morph critters burning hunter hints of metroid (a more explicit metroid body horror, a fusion of parasite and psalter / I pray to the serpentine parasite that etches malformed proteins into my brain)

Morph Mr. Brown can moo can you
Morph scorching expose of the town that sex built
Morph a rare infection and death

I morph body horror mimic maximum meander riverrun holomorphic (Christina collects me from the river that sweats oil and tar).

Morph riverrun holomorphic – I morph morphism to morphism automorphism from my body to my body     My body to my body maps body horror mutations

I morph the beginning of downtown music.  In the beginning downtown music improvises an endlessly mutable melody that spells ciphers for hidden codexes.  I morph mutable melody and modal body endlessly mutable / endlessly unreal.  Morph mutate anarchic body and unreal arche.

The morph was conceived by the developers to demonstrate my body curled into a cocoon.  I crawl out of the cocoon cyborg corrupted by unreality.

Christina Collects Corpses

<Your work prophesies humanity, says Christina.  How to learn and participate in a humanity in a way that is aesthetic and real

Your work prophesies Human One one Child of Humanity Ben Adam>

I collect Christina keeps king cobras and the cipher King Felix.  I collect Christina hiding and she vanishes in hands.  She vanishes in my hands camouflaged complex variable (she vanishes sleight of hand developing variations).  My hands vanish a skin of pus fueling alternate fires and displaced desert / the map says we’re fucked.

Christina keeps corpses in karst catacombs and she cooks combination lock soup with their eyeballs.

Christina keeps corpses <karst sparse spirit abandon> catacombs as she cooks looks with soap eyeballs (I spy with my little eye impossible serial killer onions)

I collect Christina and she keeps miniature catacombs corpse mouths (I lived in a corpse mouth for a month; I lived in cave mouths for years and I finally transmogrified into a fruit bat).

<Your work prophesies Human One one Child of Humanity Ben Adam> as Human One plays passages X passages

Then some of the scribes and Pharisees said to him, Teacher, we wish to see a sign from you.”  But he answered them, “An evil and adulterous generation asks for a sign, but no sign will be given to it except the sign of the prophet Jonah.  For Jonah was three days and three nights in the belly of the sea monster, so for three days and three nights the Human One will be in the heart of the earth.”

<Your work prophesies Human One>: Ben Adam three days and three nights in the heart of the earth

Child of Humanity participates in city passages.  The passage is a city a world in miniature.  The passages telescope pale pink pink projections.  Sign pink projects the pale horse of my skull.  My skull repeats a pink motif, a pale horse pink apocalypse.  I puzzle over a pink apocalypse which burrows passages through my skull.  My skull strays straw passages pink passacaglia.  I burrow passages panel passages, a particular pink plane which intersects at apocalypse.

<Your work prophesies humanity> sign will be in the belly of the sea monster     In the belly of the sea he answered the Human One will be in them

Christina collects corpses and they’re all my corpse; they’re all my doppelganger cadavers.  Christina collects winter music and winter language, and she rivers riverrun through her collective catacombs

Collect corpse corpses three days and three nights belly-to-belly suplex

They’re all duplicates city passages
They’re all duplicates pale pink horse of my skull
They’re all passages pitter patter rhythm behind the drone

Do you have a favorite true crime case? I ask Christina.  Favorite case is hard, she says.  I only know the really famous ones, I say.  So I guess Zodiac or DB Cooper or some other low hanging fruit.  I just watched a thing on the OJ Simpson case, and it was really eye opening, says C.  The prosecution really botched the whole case, I say.  They really did, says C.  They thought they could phone it in.  There is a 7.5 hour miniseries on the case that won a bunch of awards I say.  OJ: Made In America.  It’s really good, but it’s long, says C.  Like my dick! I say.  I snorted, says C.  I am very funny.

<Your work prophesies humanity, says Christina.  How to learn and participate in a humanity...>

Work sign from and will no just there for asks and I call out to her catacombs     I call out her catacombs and I bury dead in waterfall limestone

Work Human One lie in the heart of the earth

Carve Out Christina

<Christina karst sparse spirit abandons if I ever get off the killing floor

Christina couple down the road from the Book bunnies kitchen kite kiss cheap machine

Christina clip can do something you don’t get mad>

I carve out Christian.  I carve Christian Christina outer darkness cave wall wonderwall (Because maybe you’re going to be the one who saves me… Christina’s favorite Oasis song: Girl in the Dirty Shirt, off the much maligned Be Here Now).  I carve out Christina outer darkness and I cave depths heretics.  I cattle Christian heretics into catacombs and I burn bodies into tabor light resurrections.  I resurrect my own body through fire variations, and underneath earth, I sleep.

He carved the walls of the house all around with carved engravings of cherubim, palm trees and open flowers in the inner and outer rooms.  The floor of the house overload with gold, in the inner and outer rooms.

I carve other Christina.  I carve Large Marge other Christina and Christina keeps Large Marge jump scares through cave magic (I mage in caves at the margins).

The magic columns of these palace / show to the amateur on all sides, in the object their porticos display, that industry is the rival of the arts

He carves the walls of the house all around about with carved engravings of cherubim, palm trees, and open flowers, in the inner and outer rooms.  The floor of the house he overlaid with gold, in the inner and outer rooms.  He carved cherubim, palm trees, and open flowers, overlaying them with gold evenly applied on the carved work.

Magic columns of these outer outer palaces / arcades     Magic columns crop cut carves crop circles     Mage cave wheat silhouettes

I expose silver silhouettes – trees carved gold and engravings overlayings and palm expose silver silhouettes, my hips to the arcades projects (my hips to the arcades, the great poem of display which chants its stanzas of color)

I carve inner outer <Christian karst sparse spirit abandons if I ever get off this killing floor>

I carve inner open work with carved flowers house cherubim palm around arcades

“If I may be so bold that I just say something
Come and make my day
The clouds around your soul don’t gather there for nothing
But I can chase them all away
Why do you need a reason for to feel happy
Or shining for the rest of the world?
Give me just a smile and would you make it snappy
Get your shit together, girl”
That was Ryan H – and my song, says Christina.  Eww.  Why eww?  Because you have a song with Ryan H – and not me and I’m jealous, I say.  Grow up! says C.  I want a Kindred song, I say.  To Make You Feel My Love! says Christina.  Yes, I say.  I still think of you when I hear that song.  Think of us at Christmas Ball.  I hope that’s also the memory you had in mind.  Yep! says C.  It was a nice night I think.  At least that’s how I remember it, she says.

<Christina clip can do something you don’t get mad> floor of rooms the gold upon Christina

Engravings carved cherubim house house in palm outer Christina     Other outer Christina jump scares through cave magic (I mage in caves on the margins)

<Christina karst sparse> carve out margins.  I carve out margins and Christina marginalia (margins linger with nervous mirror momentum).  I carve Christina out momentum (a skin of pus grinds alternate fires and alternate vert ramps).

I carve Christina out heretic hematite (I mage cave Christina heretic spelunking her chaotic cunt)

Carve Christina cherubim with carved the walls chaos
	<Unknown chaos kindles Christina microcosm – baptized Ben Adam
	Prima Materia anoints Christina chrism – permanent water radiant resurrection>
Cave inner caved Christina cherubim with carved the walls and trees

I carve Christina in free improvisation / free jazz faces facts my bloody valentine campfire.  I carve cane Christina free improvisation: fire vert <Christina karst sparse spirit>.  Carve cave mage Christina free improvisation: longer fire line and burn lines (line lights burn longer big length).

(I recall a Tom and Jerry cartoon mimicking Cowboys and Indians and black power burns long length to inevitable explosion)

I expose improvising Christina margins and marginalia

I carve Christina Gethsemane out of desert sand dunes and ocean sand dabs.  I carve Christina’s corpse as bluefin tuna except she’s even more endangered (her critically endangered status tags critical hits and holy heat).  I carve Christina out out brief candle and candle collapses into cave ruin and circular ruins / acid mine runoff.

<Christina corpse down the rods from the Book bunnies kitchen kits kiss cheap machine>.  The magic columns applied around Christina gold inner flower   outer open overlaying   cherubim rooms god gold palm magic.  Christina on all sides <couple down the road> arcades walls about trees.

Magic columns down cave mage silver silhouettes     Free improvisation exposed / explodes <Christina clip can do sometimes you don’t get mad>

Mage cave swing to the arcades carves all inner open carved Christina

Establish A Point

You establish a point, you try to develop it


<Text-Composition No. 7

Taryn was Tohu Wabohu and darkness was upon the face of Tehom.  All her faces of the great tehom looked and gazed and the windows of heaven were opened

Taryn Tehom faces Taryn Tohu Wabohu wade word away bottomless pit.  Taryn Tehom troubles Ben Bythos / Taryn troubles waters word-within-worlds first magic chaos.

Taryn Tehom sows play pleroma – play hop on pop pleroma – play perpetual plein air – play flood scorched earth Elohim grieved.

Taryn Tehom deterritorialized zig-zags tohu wabohu Benjamin bathing in abyss.

Taryn territories hurry Benjamin nude blue bather with unreal alligators
	Anarchic alligators
	Unreal cusp pleroma
	Unreal monsters in sea

Trapdoor spider Taryn ambushes Ben Bythos and she arises leviathan thin when seafoam crocodiles (Taryn Tannin and Benjamin Behemoth)

Taryn was words-within-worlds tohu wabohu and dark pleroma was upon the face of the tehom – our tehom face-to-face all her faces of the nude blue tehom looked and gazed leviathan unreal in flood windows (her faces gazes open sea monsters first magic chaos) >

You establish a point, you try to develop it

A point: I start from one point and go as far as possible     Point porous point points playful point     Playful point proliferates pink out of the corner and pink stations of the cross     Point <complete chaos projects pink out of the corner Christina chaos>     Pliable point implodes pli selon pli / Book supermassive black hole

You establish a point points play ray     I play a cathode-ray tube Taryn pornographer graphomania     I play pornographies, someone writing without harlots
	High heeled honeys   Brawling beauts   Curvy corset cuties
	<Taryn was Tohu Wabohu> and paranoia sucks you into a
	whirlwind of erotic love!

Samus Aran is an ex-soldier of the Galactic Federation who turned into a galactic bounty hunter, usually fitted with a powered exoskeleton that is equipped with weapons such as directed-energy weapons and missiles.

I establish a point and I play a cathode-ray pornography (Blue movie was real.  But it wasn’t done as pornography – it was done as an exercise, an experiment.  But I really do think movies should arouse you, should get you excited about people, should be prurient.  Prurience is part of the machine.  It keeps you happy.  It keeps you running.)

I experiment with an excited erotic, an erotic excitation and oscillation.  I experiment with an erotic rocking chair pendulum (a phallic pendulum pornos topos / topiary electronics).  

You establish a point, you try to develop it

Try to develop <Taryn Tehom faces Taryn tohu wabohu>     Develop my abyss point at a at abyss develop     Develop my face points face play: <Taryn Tehom sows play pleroma>

Develop <play flood sources earth Elohim grieved>     Play abyss porneia <territories hurry Benjamin nude blue>

I experiment with a powered exoskeleton.  I molt my exoskeleton periodically and under incomplete metamorphosis.  I experiment with a transparent exoskeleton / an explicit nude.  I molt explicit nude big numbers / experimental human numbers.  Taryn Tehom starts at point number point porous abyss particular points (I always wanted to do a movie that was just pure fucking, nothing else…).  I film cheap video and cathode-ray tube super metroid metroid directed-energy beams (three electron beams bow an energetically and negatively-charged trinity).

You establish a point, you try to develop it

Develop – what I develop, I do not know – develop mystery.  At this point, mystery and garmented mystery in shrouded Cloud of Unknowing.  Shekinah veils Mount Sinai superimposed on Mount Horeb.  I develop something apophatic:  X inside X and <all her faces of the great tehom looked and gazed> X interesting X.  I start at a point and go as far as possible: X.  I go as far as <Taryn Tannin and Benjamin Behemoth>.

I project a pink electron beam into the picture of a powered exoskeleton / an ostrich skeleton discovered on an exoplanet.  I project pink parking lot and I avoid the stone benches were the space in the seat catches dirty old men

She executes missions given to her by the Galactic Federation while hunting the antagonistic Space Pirates and their leader Ridley, along with the parasitic energy-draining organisms called Metroids.

I establish a point and I make space for piracy / make space pornographies.  I make space for a piracy that archives and preserves film reels of Nosferatu.  Space Pirates striptease dance of the seven veils.

A point: I start from one point and go as far as possible     Go <this room time becomes body space still a love supreme Pando>

I start from one point and I develop piracy.  I pirate <planet rebuilt her own way than two harpoons sonic boom> Pirate point proliferates Metroid space / I participate in points powered exoskeleton

Point participates <this is where time becomes space     Space is the place     We travel the spaceways from planet to planet>     I try to develop Spaces Pirates parry Tehom

Establish a point disappears in its development

Experiment Impossible Structure

Insects experiment the impossible / insects experience impossible music

<Writing necessitates experiment through remix, sampling, and reinvention / transformation>

<Some in chaos anoint prima material chrism – moon microcosm baptism – radiant morning resurrection>

With impossible, her campfire insects when time high cave climb

Insects experiment in increments: intense lights and colors – sometimes impossible colors – colors chronos chaos     Intense nor how the fire then with green then with gold god entrails

Insects experiment the increment, when the fire / experience when the fire intense resurrection

The cathode-ray amusement device is the earliest known interactive electronic game.  The device simulates an artillery shell arcing towards targets on a cathode-ray screen, which is controlled by the player by adjusting knobs to change the trajectory of a CRT beam spot on a display in order to reach plastic targets overlaid on the screen.  I control the electron beam as a vampire bat and fruit-eating bat, and I add blood aleph aleph alphabet.  I add blood the only girl who I name and I avoid stone benches where space in the seat catches.

I play cathode-ray tube Taryn pornography / pornographic graphomania with intense colors
	Exposed: beware the lust traps of the she wolves
	You risk your women and your life and never even care, when there’s –
	A Party Every Night
I play pornographies someone writing about harlots

Insects experiment in increments when the fire (fire invents intense resurrections   invents prima materia chrism – moon macrocosm baptism – radiant morning resurrection     Invent cathode-ray insects on fire)


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Insects experiment impossible structure

(Structures give more possibility of defining the space in a way where it can be revolutionary)

How to structure.  How to structure experiment through remix, sampling, and reinvention / transformation.  How to structure: this is the question and answer of the Book.  How to structure: this the exploration and non-answer of the Book.

I ponder how to structure: I contemplate structure and structures.  I meditate structures medium median remix and structure structure psychopomps (I shaman between structure and structures).  I contemplate how to innovate and work with novel structures
	Experiment impossible insect fire
	Cathode-ray tube impossible colors
	Insurrection structure resurrection
I shaman between pornographic rays and gold god entrails

I contrast and contest structural technique: large scale form and formations – landscape and geological strata – impossible scale across pages and volumes.  The local technique projects is a ray across Big Book Abyss / cool shaman chaos <complete chaos projects pink out of the corner Christina chaos>.

I recall what John Coltrane said:  “I start from one point and go as far as possible.  But unfortunately, I never lose my way.  I say unfortunately because what would interest me greatly is to discover paths that I’m perhaps not aware of. […]  I localize which is to say that I think always in a given space.  I rarely think of a whole solo, and only very briefly: I always return to the small part of the solo that I was in the process of playing…”  How to structure: to think not only of the local solo, the single strata and section, but the whole solo – structure and structures Book geology.

I simultaneously fix and unfix structure and structures, and I provoke beyond Book – I provoke completely chaos projects pink out of the corner the local is universal.  I provoke Beyond Book impossible Book (Beyond Book begins bereshit within Book).  I provoke and invoke strange structure of Book – beyond word, sentence, and paragraph – towards Morton Feldman Scale and LONG DURATION.

Long duration where one thinks about scale rather than form (experiment transform local form to a big star structure and structures)

I reveal repetition as different form-structure – form figure with meat extend fiery farmland / impossible irrigated desert

I repeat form without form in ritual repetition / hourglass ghost trance music.  Insects experiment impossible chaos and in the cathode-ray beam, her campfire insects when time light cave climb.  I repeat form without form ritual repetition and ritual summons vampire bat electron beam.

I repeat text as primary territory forks secondary territories – simultaneous territories terra Taryn.  I row rhythm and structure slow growl deep cave stalagmites.

Insects experiment impossible structure.  Insects discover paths that perhaps I’m not aware of.  

Insects experiment the impossible (with impossible, her campfire insects when time like high cave climb)   Insects experiment in increments: intense light ritual and impossible colors   Pink out of the corner Christina chaos   Pink punk lights high cave climb

Repeat ritual now how the fire then the green then with gold god entrails      (Snail trails track cathode-ray tubes)

I control the intensity of the three electron beams / one of each additive primary primary color with a video signal as reference.  I control the electron beam vampire bat and I add gold god entrails – impossible color blood aleph aleph alphabet.  I add blood Book and blood bank ritual.  Add the only girl who I name and I name insect ritual and space in seat catches.

I play a cathode-ray tube and Taryn gives structure and structures

Gather As Much As You Need

I gather flowering waters and make them immediately clean     I order waters ogre sing he word     

Word wilderness whip and body run rushes     Word wilderness when what seat sawdust further drift

I gather flowering waters and make them immediately clean     I drift soft clay molded into twelve sparrows     I drift sift sour twa sisters cauldron Sistine Chapel ceiling     I drift pond drown drone dresser drawer undressed and sparrows fly sparks from bureaus

I gather miniature insects (not much in quantity but much in content).  Gather as much of it as each of you needs, an omer per person according to the number of persons, all providing for those in their own tents.  When they measured it an omer, those who gathered much had nothing over, and those who gathered little had no shortage; they gathered as much as each of them needed.  I gather miniature insects – not much in quantity, but much in quality.

Miniature insects park their cards in matchstick boxes: miniature insects inscribe illuminated manuscripts and their gold leaf wings swing jazz gospel

Be realistic – expect the impossible

Impossible insects invade the Book and impossible insects infiltrate my body.  I illuminate the insurrection of insects (pain becomes a radical form of insurrection).  Impossible insects incinerate the cross campfire (I keep the campfire the empire never ended).  Illuminated manuscripts incinerate the campfire across the funeral pyres (the great labor of appearance serves the making of the pure).

I gather flowering waters were fires and liquid metals merge emerge immediately clean ritual.  Gather drift pond drone – drone Pando beating just intonation Pando fly sparks impossible insects.  Gather according with little waters expand Mary waters water immediately.


//
<I prophesy anarchy, creative community, and unnamed unconditional.  The friendships I have with Kindred and Pando and KRYSXTRYN provides a model for creative community and alchemical anarchy.>

Asia Rhizome rows road of roses and I continue to cry shy behind hedge hidden holy.  Rose – march rose raw – mixed media rose – rose fluxus flex in fluxus performing rose.  Rows roses sing rose bloody bodies fever.  Rose always demands expansion expensive and clay earth.

Asia Rhizome gathering gathered daughter each all more much

Rose prophesies anarchy and creature community and unnamed unconditional and gather tents for number per needs

Asia With Weevils rows road roses and I continue to cry sly behind measures over little hedge hidden.  I hide in holy symbols.  Vision vines a vulnerable void.  I value airs Asia aether add assonance and alliteration.  Asia with Weevils inscribes I must not mask manifold marry merry to KRYSXTRYN nude.  Expose experience.  Gathered with little so who nude rose.  Gather and expose the erotic experiment.  Person gathers had gathered own of persons Benjamin strip down language naked.

(Asia demands exposure – expose my flesh, pure feeling – Ben feeling – feeling antennae or unmediated ant colony presences)

I think your problems with writing and your hatred for yourself is connected, says Asia.  You don’t want to show yourself in your writing.  You try to sever yourself from it.  Or maybe a better way of putting it is sometimes I think that you don’t really want people to understand it because then they might see pieces of you.  You put vulnerable things in your writing but in a way that is nonsensical, says Asia.

Asia demands exposure – expose – my skull and brain, and my skull cut open awfully open open tent gathered exposed.  Benjamin expressing my feelings out and out.  I do not mask or withhold my embarrassment but gather and give my vulnerability.  I gather and give vulnerable vision window.  Expose experience – my visionary experience and vulnerable experience.  I strip language down naked naked strip syntax / descent syntax naked names.

“I’ve been a naughty girl!”  “A frank and full account of the wild life I have lived – and the men I have loved”   Swingin’ Doors by Diana Dors          Naked Lunch exterminate all rational thought

I prophesy anarchy, creative community, and unnamed unconditional     Descent syntax naked but unnamed – my hidden names enciphered in Book Lydia and Benjamin Ariadne
//


I gather flowering waters and make them immediately clean     Clean I sit kitchen sink realism (secret messages cryptic languages   indecipherable codes   unnamed rose body)

Urgent nocturne kitchen sink / sob bobbin thread Bartók night music
	Cryptic language crickets
	Cicada elliptic curve circular saw
I sit soundtrack collages from several noirs now shadow puppetry (dark-meddled moires of the memory book in its pulp fiction edition forms obsidian riddle that cuts time to pieces)

I prophesy anarchy and creative community: communal miniature insects     Illuminated insects incinerate the campfire across funeral pyres (the great labor of appearance serves the making of the pyre)