Name Numinous Noise

Name name noise Name non name noise souse organ noise Name not no name source

Name name noise Nurse name noise gnosis, notched neat in interior heat ben body

Name name noise Name neonatal noise nurses no name except the very name (Name discovers its name in the process of its re/naming. Naming discovers and to name with the name self-discovers name.)

(With your screams you have composed his name. And every scream is one of the letters which names you.)

Name name noise Kindred <Kindred prophesies in the beginning was the verb
Ur-writing
Ur-language
Ur-speech
Primordial prophecy originates in Kindred chaos> Name name noise nurse Kindred chaos

Name name noise Name noise negligent northwest: northwest newsprint nonlinear noise With my scream I have composed her name <in the beginning was the verb>

Verb breakers beach primordial name / name communes chaos. Name verb noise listens to my name anew. I listen to a podcast episode by Lepht Hand entitled “From Bataille to Blanchot: The Negative Community and the Death of the Other” and I recognize I have so much work to do – not as a philosopher of the community but as a prophet and mystic of community, a seer summoning anarchy and creativity. I urge to understand the Ben-Self and paradoxical post-humanist prophet and post-theist mystic-seer. I meditate on Kindred verb ur-writing and ur-speech. I contemplate KRYSXTRYN + Asia rhizome creative anarchy ur-verb unconditional love. Can the difficult love of my friendships be a model for community? Can it be universalized?

Name name noise Name nonlinear newsprint noise (originates in Kindred chaos)

Name name numinous discover communal noise
Ur-writing irrational multiple maximum mirrors
Ur-writing mirror-time tremor Taryn queer earthquake
Noise narrates queer neurology / name name networks

I have so much work to do and I intertwine verb serpentwise with word sabbath. I weave work name with name noise networks, and the waking names its names a self-begetting name. I choose to name my own negativity and negative space – the this is where time becomes space sabbath – name name noise ur-language. I work name name noisy descent (serpent sabbath steers antler subterranean and I spelunk cave mouth cunt shaman). I spelunk serpent sabbath syzygies name name ben body revolts circle my body revolts circles circles chaos.

Name name noise Name the gnostic community of names, the joyous noise Name noise kindred gnosis <Kindred kindles and keeps chaos: potential for pure relationship and process>

Noise narrates queer numerology / name name Kindred networks
Nonverbal noise nightlife a nightmare nostalgia
Noise narrates name name chaos northwest newsprint

Ben body revolts circles circles chaos / <Kindred prophesies in the beginning was the verb>

Body revolts body ben adam body without organs (body bewilders chaos chase body bewitches creative chaos / taryn tehom primordial primordial Bewilder name name revolt) Body revolts body adamic name name ur-language

I play primeval-primordial and ben body boils over names. Body revolts body ben adam without name body without organs.
Body bell ball bore experiment
Name circle drill valley dolls
Pray names names circling body without Ben communal noise

Name name noise body bell bark bull shark (nurse shark Taryn Trickster re/names noise networks)

Name name noise <primordial prophecy originates in Kindred chaos>

Add Noise To The Process

Works word excerpts processes and sequences: event chairs char sculptural objects Objects even earth alpha and omega overlap only omegas machine overture

Works word excerpts – excerpt edits event – excerpt event earth – primordial earth

Works word event – event <complete chaos projects pink out of the corner> event Event chairs char sculptural objects <composite chaos completed chaos>

Omega overlaps only only omegas machine overture teeth tall Taryn tall alphabet body burst hearse fluids Hearse house of leaves of grass gospel of mark spore paint

Omega overlaps only omegas
<Chaos Son of morning
Chaos the early rising
Chaos who rode in the morning>
Tall alphabet body brings chaos morning

And he said to me, “Do not seal up the words of the prophecy of this book, for the time is near. Let the evildoer still do evil, and the filthy still be filthy, and the righteous still do right, and the holy still be holy.” “See, I am coming soon; my reward is with me, to repay according to everyone’s work. I am the Alpha and Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.”

First overlaps only first chaos Beginning overlaps complete chaos beginning primordial omega

Works word omega origins: origin <early rising chaos> overlaps Book beginning continuous bodies Word sequence contains bodies omega overlap ben body

Works word noise processes, noise documents chaos bodies which continues from chaos to chaos <composite complete chaos>. Noise document more tapes revised onscreen. Omega overlaps only omega onscreen, the transparent screen scream beam of my bodies. Works look at my body onscreen screen time sizable engines. Work mark surreal as real as my swamp body.

Noise <chaos son of morning> work noise
Noise nomad now atom
Noise nitro atomic mixed nitro
Noise network wetwork woman weaving
Noise weaves rivers rush of children noise

I think you are looking for more metaphorical explanations, says Asia. Like you probably thought “dirty” and thought it means something along the lines of being more spontaneous or not censoring yourself so much and I was like “physically touch dirt.” Plant some plants, says Asia. Yeah, I say. I thought of it like adding noise and mess to the process, I say.

Works word excerpts noise and noise processes event noise Works word beginning me soon and last and according to the first Noise words repay and flirting prophecy (let the filthy remain filthy in prophecy) Filthy prophecy near holy

Prophesy filthy noise and noise rushes. I weave rivers rush of children noise.
Rush bramble bush brush noise rush children of men
Bramble ben body boisterous noise dreamy bruises
Prophesy dirty noise overlaps filthy noise and I rush omega holy beginning to am me

Loud, says Asia. Unorganized. They didn’t have enough seats for everyone there. Some of the coaches that are my coworkers took their shirts off and had the letters painted on their stomachs. When that happened I wanted to disappear. Like I know you guys aren’t pulling all of us into your frat boy behavior. A lot of it seemed like making noise just to make noise.

I weave rivers omega overlaps only omega objects
Noise documents desert dryden dress dust dreamer
Weave noise Ben name: noise male name nomad ninth midnight

Noise just to make noise <Complete chaos projects pink> noise just to make noise

Works word excerpt processes: works mess word noise I book filthy not near up and prophecy

Noise documents my name Ben Document Desert. Noise for the sake of desert noise prophecies filthy / filthy touch dirt and plant plants pure noise.
Noon nor noir noise nocturne toenails
Noise nonsense name Ben chaos
Nails pulled up by pliers or barn bind wires
Noise pulls out noise prophecy be the holy coming see me still. See me still noise chair <chaos whom rode in the morning>.

Works word excerpts of processes and sequences: event chains chair sculptural objects

Object and event noise bird’s word (Bird wire pigeon wing whir wasp wind women)

Bird is the word naked wasp noise word
Word reward the evildoer Omega
Bird Alpha and the work with soon noise
Objects as events earth alpha omega overlap only omega

Objects omega overlaps noise omega Wasp sap stop steppe wire whorl newt noise Newt noise vast hooks Hooks look god gate gear box body next noise extended neck

My nude neck extends omega overlaps omega – nude neck <early rides chaos> rising – nude neck sand straws ran noise nomadic – neck number noise nota taryn document nonsense (neume salamander noise neume amphibian document)

Do coming prophecy end be the Benjamin and holy
Do coming prophecy <composite chaos completely chaos>
Document hesitate now recording

I think it’s kind of funny how you compared your writing to the noises middle schoolers make, says Asia.

I Kiss Christina Deep Earth

<Creation myths Christina narrative

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

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

Christina clip can do something don’t get mad>

I kiss Christina in the kelp forest and we submerge underneath. We always kiss subterranean intimate soil Christina myth couples underground.

Kiss earth unreal soil not real – not subterranean not here – not Ben kissed earth Kiss unreal unrest burrow Book hell Hell hurry performance happenings (beware happens in the fur forest) Kiss unreal forest / four forest flirt beware
Flour four forest flirt
Frozen fur develop fur fang skin
Forest <couple down from the Book bunnies>

I collect fangs and claws in the hunting grounds Fan fangs through passages hunt passages, and passages arcade an animist passacaglia

Kiss and I kiss burrow kiss kelp forest Kiss <creation myths Christina narrative>

And a woman in the city who was a sinner, having learned that he was eating in the pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster jar of ointment. She stood behind him at his feet, weeping and began to bathe his feet with her tears and to dry them with her hair, kissing his feet, and anointing them with ointment.

Not turning house her, <Christina couple down the road> kelp kisses
Kelp kiss fang soil keep claw
From not turning four forests flirt beware

Kiss I kiss and myth <creation myths Christina narrative>

I take pinhole camera pictures of iron passacaglia passages / construction plays the role of the subconscious Construction cuts into subconscious, an underneath pier pliers beware beware ben crossbow scandal swaddle bandits

I take pinhole camera pictures of you kissing my see she sale my feet this picture claw kisses Fang forest she kelp said water Iron passacaglia stood kissing and woman in the house was hair

I grow my hair longer and I wear it in a ponytail. I tail the seaweed and I collect fang and chaos mermaids. I grow earth unreal and kelp soil.

I’m not sure there is a Ben right now, I say to Christina. I know there’s Christina and there’s Kindred and there’s some Ben that’s also Kindred, but I don’t know if I’m that Ben right now. I know that sounds like nonsense, I say. It actually sounds very succinct for someone experiencing depersonalization, says Christina.

<Creation myths Christina> play constructions Construction cuts behind anointing big there beware beware ben crossbow

Construction clips subconscious distortion / distortion arachnid matter maxim maximum axioms Feet eating his alabaster axiom kisses Kisses my hair long kelp (help kelp kiss Christina myth)

Act ark parking lot or monopoly park place Act topographical monopoly Taryn roly poly polygons so go gadget habitat (Anna’s habit morphs into praying mantis exoskeleton)

Act ark parking lot <clip can do something you don’t get mad> park kisses I collect fang act and claw topography

Claw missed kisses pinhole camera picture Picture pulp earth and unreal pornography
A high-voltage tale of college life and love The Sorority Girls
Every woman was a sin-game for him along – Shame Road
Their love was called a sin by society Strange Affair
Claw forest four floor kisses

Pulp passacaglia plots passages act high-voltage I kiss Christina in the kelp forest strange affair We submerge underneath along share road

I feel myself unreal earth / my face feels earth erosion corrosive earth

I kiss Christina kelp forest and I submerge forest into deep earth (I prophesy all earth and other earth allwhen depths). I kiss deep earth Christina’s cunt. I ask Christina into my ground dark was the night cold was the ground.

Then turning to the woman, he said to Simon, “Do you see this woman? I entered your house; you gave me no water for my feet, but she has bathed my feet with her tears and dried them with her hair. You gave me no kiss, but from the time I came in she has not stopped kissing my feet. You did not anoint my head with oil, but she has anointed my feet with oil.

I kiss Christina strange affair kelp forest / submerge deep earth behind that weeping woman them with Benjamin Ariadne

Kiss Christina I’d rather be the devil be that woman man Kiss Christina her cunt karst catacomb nobody’s fault by my own Kiss <Christian karst sparse spirit abandons if I ever get off this killing floor> Kiss Christina into my ground nobody’s fault but my own

I was writing in my notebook last night about I don’t know Ben and I don’t know what this Ben is or what they do, I say to Christina. Then this thought came to me over and over: whatever Ben does, they have visions. Ben is someone who has visions. That’s what Ben is absence of everything else: visions, I say. Is that comforting for you? says C. I don’t know, I say. But I don’t find much comforting. Is the Kindred comforting? Who knows, I say. I like a thing that lives beyond me, says Christina. The thought about you/vision did comfort me but I didn’t know how you felt, she says. Is that why you see the Kindred as existing after us? It lives beyond us? Yes, says Christina. But I understand not everyone can find comfort in anything involving the idea of not being there anymore, says C.

<Christina myths Christina narratives> forest kisses Kiss Christina kelp forest head feet kiss ointment turning the brought stood kisses

Perhaps that Ben leaves me because then have a strange affairs. That Ben takes absence I don’t know this Ben but they fan fangs and claws in the hunting grounds. Grounds transforms transmutation my lead body bar blues brash noise body without organs.

Submerge underneath beware beware with house entered her airing construction <clip can’t do something you don’t get mad> distorted kisses

Kiss Christina she has anointment my head with ointment

I Kiss Sweetgum

I live under dead bark and in the rotting wood of conifers / neophytic forests

I live underneath dead and dead deep death wood word (root rooting wood word) I live alive dead and alive wood roots rot / root live alive dead

I live under umbra underneath ben hinnom blinkers break under unborn (Japanese honeysuckle originates from East Asia and is a common invasive species neophyte at lower altitudes in Ticino)

I have to say, says Asia. Getting a little buzzed and laying on the ground under a sweetgum tree is pretty peak. 10/10 would recommend. I can feel my cortisol levels dropping. I love sweetgum trees. They are generous and aggressive – so spikey and feeding everyone. Their children are resilience and grow fast. A lot of people hate them but I cannot, says Asia. Do you relate to the sweetgum tree? I say. You are spikey and aggressive and generous. Yes, says Asia. They teach me to walk carefully. Maybe another metaphor for our relationship, I say. Resilient and grow fast but also spikey. Thoughts on writing our friendship in sweetgum tree metaphors? I say. Not until you have laid under one buzzed and hear the bird calls from within its branches, says Asia. I’m joking but I think it’s funny how fast you jumped from “I’ve never seen it” to “adding it to my metaphor collection right now.” You need to understand how much other people hate this tree first. I was almost convinced it was an invasive species when I was younger because of how much people hated it, she says. Give me the story of the sweetgum tree of your life, I say. They drop these round spikey balls that hurt like hell to step on. They are also very hard to kill and will sprout baby trees from the roots so anyone dedicated to not having spikey balls in their yard will constantly be fighting back the horde but the sap is actually an antiseptic and it’s sweet so you could make syrup with it if you wanted to. The tree also drops a lot of seeds from the balls that feed many types of birds, says Asia. Do you think it would be a good idea to write our friendship in sweetgum tree metaphors? I say. It seems to be speaking to you, says Asia.

I live underneath nested tuplet underneath living underneath. I live in rot rhizome rotten living wood word rot living.

It seems to be speaking to you

Cross camelback creep camera obscura / I say the alphabet from alpha to omega very quickly

Cross clings cord comet start select galaxy Cross cord galaxy gospel congeals strange work water walk: I water walk woman alpha and omega (since you do not know the nature of the alpha, how are you going to teach me the beta?)

It seems to be speaking to you. They teach me to walk carefully.

I know aleph anarchic I know alpha wolf woman and frankenstein woman I know alpha flesh maximum mix material spirit spoon mixtape

Give am will alpha anarchic Will and laying on the balls alpha wolf woman and frankenstein woman walk I can feel my cortisol flesh maximum mix material spirits spool little buzzed mixtape

Alpha earth aleph eat ben body breath beta Alpha and beta brings beast from the earth beast from the sea (get up now, chop wood, and remember me)

It seems to be speaking to you. The dead bark sprinkle sparks – spikey ball teach beta – rotting wood and I’ve rotted too long. I’ve lived too long and accept loss forever. I feel faint underneath, and I feel fays, the phantom faerie dust of Ash Wednesday. I feel the root rotting speak to me demand death (death seeds a sweetgum hurt on spikey to invasive fast). Death speaks underneath umbra ben hinnom desire death tree I write of on actually. I listen to Flirted With You All My Life by Vic Chesnutt and I kiss sweetgum once or twice. Sweetgum teaches me to walk and its sap round fast in so yes antiseptic. I have lived too long so I accept loss forever. I accept camelback cross aleph dead deep wood depth. I feel sweetgum steady and sheol spits me out. Grave underneath rots living rhizome grave rejects me in grace. Sweetgum sap shys strange walk spirit and sloughs ben hinnom breakers. Sweetgum hums seraphic light, the countermelody of my life.

It seems to be speaking to you tuplet underneath earth wolf woman. I feel faint trees will they is the relate feed underneath. Under dead bark faint fall and falling man – I feel fear faces and my face descends big fuck. Accept loss forever. Faint flirts flee sweetgum laying sweetgum drop and I’m branches. Faint flirt free cross woman – woman alive roots death. Faint facet flirt alive dead and alive wood roots. Accept loss forever.

It seems to be speaking to you

I devour face-to-face semantic field paintings of Jean-Michel Basquiat / I devour rotting bullets underneath neophyte shadows umbra devour

Underneath my body, new growth forests
Forest underneath underneath my body entirely
Underneath my body, anxious desert dives or driven beneath

It seems to be speaking to you

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

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).

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>.

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.


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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.

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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.
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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

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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
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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.

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