An emphasis on high volume levels and lengthy continuous pitches I noise idiot and imbecile     I noise idiosyncratic idiopathic idioglossia and I imitate the bizarre Aramaic idiolect of the Zohar or the multilingual mash-up of Finnegans Wake     This noise takes brass knuckles to knowledge ninth month midnight or jello glass menagerie     Noise nears never nothing and my nihilism fulfills bodies the genuine god     I circumnavigate noise intersections meeting aeroplanes and automobiles and I scissor glue photograph phonographs chorale serenade sirens

One of the found object readymades of Marcel Duchamp, A Bruit Secret (With Hidden Noise), was a collaborative work that created a noise instrument that Duchamp accomplishes with Water Arensberg.  What rattles inside when A Bruit Secret is shaken remains a mystery…

A ball of twine between two brass plates, joined by four screws.  An unknown objects has been placed in the ball of twine by one of Duchamp’s friends.

Secret long slices human skin, flapjack flesh     Secret scratches body cipher or encrypted scars belly devil belly possession Roland Doe     Cipher secrets secret and cryptid, and the dover demon lurks in my backyard     Secret sums salt sulfur mercury and I ferment the girl grain wine woman and I drink the mixture honey grain body barley (the traces of a what-and-barley based alcohol found in stoat mortars carved into the cave floor)     I cable cave and I shake the twine between worlds     I creole care language meeting language and I shake secret shaman the soil is serpent

Rain     static between radio channels
A truck at fifty miles per hour

Alarming human cries     screams     grunts     onomatopoeia     glossolalia

By disabling the erase head of a tape recorder and then spooling a continuous loop of tape through the machine while recording, the tape would constantly overdub itself, creating a saturation effect

Language saturates body bodily language and I write rib noise rib root rib rotor rhizome     Language saturates body brick babel language and I descend desert dark between battery battalion hinge hyenas and she screeches noise spell spouse     She shamans jackhammers and bones and I ritual bone rain rain animal onomatopoeia ouroboros

Brass bowl twin language twine language krystal kinbaku     The ball bows vibraphone color crayon crescendo and Christina crashes car cymbals automobile brake drums language collision language sorts language assembly line and I listen to Refused’s The Deadly Rhythm of the Production Line

Ball blooms the burden or oracle desert of the sea wilderness riverward woman     Ball batters the plummet vertical cavern and I fall noise naval / universe umbilical cord or umbral umber acid amber naked bat dark cloaks me     Dark covers me animal bones animal blood body burden and my body dares dark noise dark language and my language suckers secret     My language strikes secret delirium deliriant

I daydream delusion psychosis Yahweh Yard Yahweh yod yod of childhood

I datura dreaming lethal clouds of carbon monoxide swirling through the rock chambers

I draw draw dreaming and I brain drill altered state of consciousness, rock on rock rudiment rushes lion’s roar rivers and the subterranean river rafts my body to Yahweh

Noise numbers ghost towns and I mine anthracite fields     I listen to the oratorio Anthracite Fields by Julia Wolfe and fields felt female flesh of my flesh     Fields fold enfold unfold female bone of my bone and she self-physicians     She self-midwifes my daughter my wife and she loosens my language

My language lambs gnostic     My language iambs Palm Tree Garden     Jesus said, Blessed is the one who came into being before coming into being, and my being buries being     My being between being languages sayings gospel and I soothsay with Christ’s guts     I spread single Christ’s intestines and I fever ever enthusiasmos possessed by entrails     I fan field fire female extispicy and Christian apostates assist my anatomical alphabet

My language leavens gnosis or gnostic sayings slit slice slow sword surgical and Christ the Physician mutilates my innards and cavities chest cave carton coyote scavenger god     My language scavenges picks pitch carrion from Christ body     The language assembles frankenstein noise body dumps my own version of the Valley of the Drums

Jesus said, Blessed is the one who came into being before coming into being

I nude noise nymphomaniac and my holy hypomania hugs pornography naked body and naked bodies to bodies paintbrush being     I paintbrush pornographic being chord tones camille chromatic bodies polyrhythm

Bodies fuck bodies polyrhythms and Jesus says, Blessed is the one who comes into being before coming into being

Being body, my body embodies and I live All Language

Being body, my body belly Taryn torso abdomen bessels base, and in 1925, the first dial painter died, and before her death, her jaw fell away from her skull     Skull backforms malforms dead mall and I lip dip paint glowing god or radioactive El Roi

Radium girls elastic as elements in a polynomial ring and my body reels rigid

Radium girls run rancid delta decay and radium silk saran wraps female bodies worm shimmer

Radium girls rayon erector set bodies and my jaw jousts god / Yahweh’s uppercut decapitates me

My being comes being before being archaic human out of Africa     Archaic human arches my human and I human Homo erectus or Homo hablis or Homo sexual     Wholly human I animal and my hybrid body sorcerers antelope auroch female felines     Wholly human archaic arche apeiron I animal anarchy flat butterfly surface and my flesh surface flat flesh     Futures flatten radically flat flesh and I strip to structureless structure openly naked bodies     My body noise or my body animal nivens noise and noise annihilates with difference / there is no difference that does not make a difference     I canine and feline archaic human and I carve cave walls I Am The Walrus or Sea-Lion Woman and the human-hybrid immerses in liquid iron shaman ombre shaman umbral

Necrosis of the mandible and maxilla, and after some time, severe distortion due to bone tumors and porosity of the lower jaw

I return bone hammer and bone batter and I bash mash I did the monster mash     I throw bone boomerang batarang and vampire bats feed on my blood     Bone bones bar bone flex and the flap of my jaw opens orange oarfish hag hubble bubble Christina     I rivet bone to bone langrange multipliers maximizing mandible maxilla and I listen to Miss Machine by the Dillinger Escape Plan     I barre chord or power chord bone mathcore

Mathematical mullets is a good band name

Bone mathematics hips axe haloes and the radium water worked fine until his jaw came off     bone mathematician pockets jaw of an ass proofs and cain’s jawbone came from the dislocated Homo hablis     bone fracture breaks continuity continuous periosteum discontinuous endosteum stem stack     Bone fracture breaks continually discontinuous, the malrotation of maxilla and mandible, and my jaw joins with jaw     My jaw kisses Christina’s jaw malunion or cross-union and the bridal chamber becomes a crypt for broken bodies

CW: Body Horror

I do not kassandra as Old Testament prophet but I peer or seer the Witch of Endor and a Woman, possessor of an ob at Endor     The Ob oars journey to underworld and I sleep the ritual pit communicating dead from the netherworld / nero nullification or number negation and the zero zippers dead undead radically dead    Ob orchard orchestrates the familiar spirit with Taryn talisman and wineskin, and I wrap Jesus’ body in wineskin, old and new wineskins, and Jesus’ body bursts old and new wineskin, water and blood from his sidewound vagina vision cunt Christina     I error engastrimythos Aendor and pythonem in Aendor     I oracle ob and summon my sister contrapasto or chiaroscuro and her body bays Abyss / Bay of Blood or twitch of the death nerve     I witch with woman word wyrd weird     I witch mare ware woman word wave wake     I witch and write alchemy, ob orb ouroboros and I sculpt proto-science of nascent science, body documentary body     body transmutating body

(beginning) these are the generations of the skies and earth when they were created the day when Yahveh Elohim made Earth and skies

The young girls engage in mysterious games, walking in circles

I had a fleeting vision: I saw in my imagination a solemn pagan rite: sage elders, seated in a circle, watching a young girl dance herself to death.  They were sacrificing her to propitiate the god of spring…

I distill the young girl’s body in bottles and I butcher the body parts python particles     I carry body in pants pockets and I purify parts pomegranate pardes     I pour liquid body into the dance sieve salamander and it perfects body gold gold god and I sacrifice to Yahweh     I sacrifice body bridge body passing through flame ghost fire in the arms of Yahveh 

The 7 laughs of GOD
Hha Hha Hha Hha Hha Hha Hha

each laugh he gave 
engendered the 7
god god god god god god god

The seven Yahweh laughs my body my face ugly benjamin underground underworld the sumptuous unction downing undulation     The seven Yahweh giggles gaggles of girls at girls gown gasoline     Hha Hha vesna svyasnchennaya bullets hot-air balloon brush burning bush bumblebee     Hha Hha hourglass sand hourglass fire hourglass figure hha she sugar the kids of the earth     Each laugh she gave garden garden god and god garden garden knock-kneed and long-braided lolitas     god god god god revive the rite a rasher of hashbrowns and I eat ritual     I eat ritual Book of Common Prayer / the black wind howls

I wyvern Work of the Chariot and the Work of Creation

I wagon radio flyer Work of the Chariot and the Work of Creation and my ur-text melts mellifluous alchemical liquid, text in continual transformation / distillation putrefaction filtration     Text turns thorns Taryn, infinite table transmutations transfigurations through tank trench and all systems strut stutter dynamics, strings vibrating strings vine strings

I radiate full radian circles ritual action of the ancestors

I radiant silver-sun rivers running rivers oxbow ouroboros and the serpent rattles with the rhythm of engines, whirls and spirals like screws and fly-wheels, grinds and shrieks like laboring metal

The Withdrawal     The Exile     Tzimtzum Taryn
Space spell stir strips It Is Written space sprawls serpent     Space bone spurs serpent     Space stalls serpent and I stake stay in space     Space splatters tzimtzum and contraction cooks alchemical: body alchemy     body astrology     body cosmology     minuet macrocosm-microcosm

Withdrawal washes Woman ad Womb is Alep

Exile excites enter exit Eva and Eva is Gospel

Gospel is Black Death / Yersinia pestis is the virulent Yahweh     Gospel is Back Death and I have come to set the Earth on fire and how I wish it were already blazing!     Black Death delivers death par excellence and death touches as Yahweh touches     Death trebuchets Tower, tower topple tabernacle, and Death is not God’s absence, but an amplification of God’s presence (blaze baptism burning burning)     God or Yahweh approaches me amplified distortion and positive feedback loop ladder climbing ladder and my Death is Desert Deng Desert dying daily Gospel

And I daily daily

And I daily daily death in death descent by descent and sift the shift of sheol and my hand swells dig demons acral gangrene of the fingers     Death daughters disco lemonade or disco demolition night and field burns field scorched earth

And I die daily underground mine fire and I listen to Lingua Ignota’s The Perpetual Flame of Centralia and she sings:

I am covered with the blood of Jesus
Fear is nothing when the path is righteous
I rest my head in a holy kingdom
Mine is the venom of the snake of eden
  Life is a song, a song
  And the fires of Hell burn long and dull
  Life is a song, a song
  And the raging fires of hell burn long

I die daily Gospel guts grinder and Yahweh hacks my flesh into hamburger     I die daily and I listen to Lingua Ignota’s The Perpetual Flame of Centralia and I bathe in the blood of Jesus     I bathe in the blood of Jesus and I torture and kill hundreds of young girls and women / the presence of mutilated dead, dying, and imprisoned girls     Every girl is a Christ Jesus and the blood of Jesus covers the Ark of the Covenant cavern cave hyenas hysterical orgasms induced by shamans

Hell hangs     Hell houses     Hell hospices

Hell touches my hip as Yahweh or Samael wrestling Jacob and I walk with Woman a limp light ladder Alice Appalachia     I know Hell gnosis knots knotting knots the tangled labyrinth or labyrinth tangled up in blue     Hell that strange habitat sings human bodies stuffed into sausage cases and I cook them in the blood of Jesus / Gospel is Sacred Cannibalism     I cannibalize Gospel body grit guts ground grand guinol and Christ’s crucifixion erects theater     The theater totems Taryn faces and she kisses my face bloody lipstick     The theater crucifies animals in trail lamb hangings pig hangings muscles cooked completely

Hell hangs     Hell houses     Hell hospices

Hell abides I abide Hell helix horror helios     Horror fascinates me because Yahweh is horror and Yahweh fascinates me     Yahweh interprets my Hell and the Hell hermeneutics heroins gospel     Hell hews gospel hermaphrodite the intersex incarnation and after being suspected of eating a toddler, the Son of Man was ejected from the hospital     The corpse rotted quickly and the surgeons of the hospital refused to dissect it, but I cut the corpse into pajamas in bananas coming down the stairs     Hell prepares cozy horror and the ouroboros enters exits my orifices enteral entanglement

Anybody can play notes, says Steve Albini.  There’s no trick.  What is a trick and a good one is to make a guitar do things that don’t sound like a guitar at all.  The point here is stretching the boundaries.  

Noise near dark     Noise notch nylon     Noise nurse noise

Hey Rainey, I need help.  Ask me a question or subject to write about and I will write about it.  Pancakes, says Rainey…     I like pancakes but waffles better     Levi likes pancakes and the pancakes baseball chatter hotcakes griddlecakes flapjacks and I realize I cook terribly and I eat terribly and I take care of myself very poorly     Eating pancakes would be an upgrade probably     You like pancakes?  Yep.  Waffles or pancakes?  Pancakes.  Heresy – that’s why they burned women at the stake – they loved pancakes over waffles.  They are less of a pain in the ass.  You can’t taste pain in the ass.  Yes you can.  How?  You aren’t planting your buttocks in the batter I hope.  Many times before I have spent a ridiculous amount of time making something only to sit down to eat and think, that wasn’t worth it, says Rainey…     Archaeological evidence suggests that pancakes were probably made in prehistoric societies     I pick up the stone and I grind the grain Taryn threshold a threshing floor jump the broomstick     I pick up the stone noise rock white noise and the Wheat Woman cooks kettle catherine conic crepes and pancakes near noise pantonal or pansexual my many partners

I randomly produce electronic signals     distortion     feedback      static      hiss      hum      I randomly radar ring electronic signals ring modulator or mantra and mantra mutates mother map map mother     There may also be emphasis on high volume levels and lengthy continuous pitches and I noise idiot and imbecile

When is this appearing a net of hell no the wife is the net he’s married to murder here     What is this the thigh tongue Taryn and her cunt clits twotone     What is this Taryn thread Taryn return tannin tannin sea acid and I bathe blue burden of dumah     What is this woman werecat or werewolf or werejaguar and the transformation tarots magician and she juggles janus both direction at once     The direction dolls the net of hell and the net engines gnosis     The net knuckleballs the marriage of heaven and hell     William Blake appears to me in a vision and he casts a new net aremes rhema fisher king fisher of men     William Blake throws This, the Terror Taryn in nets net the fish necklace reflecting gnosis to PKD’s head, and Blake and PKD inhabit my head like a neutral AI Voice     The Female Voice     The Voice Feminine          Net enter exits my entrails and she strangles me with intestines, the cross-section of hell hundreds torture garden     Net enter exits my innards, guts interior to guts, and the lattice loops hell impaled bodies     Body horror hevels hermetica and I hide body don’t go in the basement (hey daddy-o I don’t wanna go down to the basement     there’s something down there)     Body horror body farms field the skeletal remains cleaned and curated and I collect skeletons     I bone collector taryn taxidermy clandestine burials / jump scares and the surprise skeleton of house on the haunted hill     I experience the cay of the angel;: the flowery crown withers, sweat pours from the armpits, she loses self-awareness, and her body becomes fetid and ceases to give off light trembling eyelids     The Angel decomposes Angel fire from fire the extinguished ether     Ether eloah elohim echoes the river of time and time tannin tannin Taryn Tophet     Ether Eloah Elohim echoes ergodic, garden Gehenna, and I grow vineyard Valley of the Son of Hinnom     Hinnom hums the hum hell and I dig the bones of children sacrificed at the Tophet to Tanit and behold, the place will no longer be called Tophet or Valley of Ben-Hinnom, but rather the Valley of Slaughter     I embody Benjamin Ben-Hinnom and my body body farms decay decomposition clay cavern and Yahweh slaughters my skull residue brain liquid     Yahweh causes his children benjamin to pass through the fire two names of fire and Yahweh throws Benjamin into fire     The Mishnah names eight Biblical individuals who do not get a share in Olam Ha-Ba: Jeroboam, Ahab, Menasseh, Doed the Edomite, Ahitophel, Balaam, Gehazi, and Benjamin, and I dwell in Gehenna animated by Wasteland Woman     I cook body and brains the burning rubbish heap and the loathsome valley valley fires burn perpetually to consume the filth and cadavers thrown into it     Tophet tears tarot talmud and dialogue in tonality diamond deconstructs hearth fireplace roaster and I roast the separation of castle and child     I defile tophet Taryn intercourse and I rip Taryn’s body in the Valley of Son of Hinnom and I roast her remains through the fire to Moloch (the first time I encountered Howl by Allen Ginberg, my mind exploded: Howl roared like Acid Walt Whitman or Beat Bestiary, and I chant Nightmare of Moloch     Moloch the incomprehensible prison     Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and congress of sorrows)     I anoint in abomination, passing through fire, practicing soothsaying, using enchantments, and divining by ghost and familiar spirit, and my abomination allays antinomian orchard anarchy     The bone fragments were subjected to uneven temperatures, indicating they were burnt on an open-air pyre over the course of several hours… The remains were then collected and placed in an urn, sometimes mixing in bones from other infants of lambs…  My bone reverberates her bone / my bone vibrates her bone and the fragments flail frail fire     The fragment fuse famine with fire, blanket burning bone and bone wrecks fractures wrenched socket from socket crucifixion     The bone burns fragment incense, inlets inserts into body and Christ’s body births lamb (Little lamb who made thee?  Dost though know who made thee?)     Bone breaks stone holes cut into the bedrock or within boxes bones stone slabs and I construct a stele to the underworld spirits

I must prophesy Christ on the Cross and Woman, the Divine Feminine, KRYSXTRYN and Asia, now and more than ever.  Why do you prophesy other people? says Asia.  I prophesy Woman and the Christ Woman because that’s what interrupts and ruptures my life.  I do notice that you don’t put a whole lot of yourself in your writing.  What would it mean to put myself in the writing?  Your experiences, your ideas, your desires, your thoughts and general themes.  There’s no difference between the Book and I.  There's no difference between the Book and my body.  They are one and the same.  Slavoj Zizek wrote, why did Christ not have to appear like God, in the image of God?  Why did he appear like what the prophet Isaiah says about the suffering servant: he has no likeness that we might be attracted to him, ugly and rejected… The reason is Jesus doesn’t have to appear like God because he IS God.  There’s no difference between him and God, and therefore he can be human, dejected, weak, humiliated and it makes no difference because he IS God.  So I can write about anything and that anything IS me.  I cannot write not-me.  Everything I write is me.  I write you and I write me.  I write you and I write you and me simultaneously.

I write a whole city crammed into two or three minute bursts     I jump-cut microcollage Christ corpses and I puppeteer Christ’s body to rhythm-and-blues jump blues I jump his body jumps jazz     I meditate on explicit S&M pictures, images from 19th century medical archives, and execution photographs including one of a Leng Tch’e victim     I enter exit pornography and horror     He began experimenting – an important step was a new year’s resolution to stop tuning his guitar / we cannot preserve the normal music     My music mums comfortable the warm blanket I doze off to sleep / shit music shit writing but I work the music writing     I work the writing non-idiomatic improvisation and Derek Bailey plucks klangfarbenmelodie against drum n’ bass or near noise     I thought of a maze of mazes, of a sinuous, ever growing maze which would take in both past and future and would somehow involve the stars     I stagger stars signals and signs     I stetted stars stems sun bleaching Morris Louis’ No. 11 and I soak the acrylic paint in vaporized canvas     I suppose the Book mines maze or maze of mazes but I travel the nonlinear line     I trace the line rhizomic a shaman’s rattle and the Book induces altered states of consciousness     Line lurches strange linen and the line loots laminal liana     Line sheaves shore slow liana and her stems canopy cadillac Shekinah     The reason to work is to say what it is

Rhizome ravens radical or radial, the trace of circles circling circles     Circle consecrates bone blood bastard / Christianity is obliteration and Christianity is oblivion     Christianity fails me     Or it fails many people     It no longer protects the oppressed or the needy or the poor or the alien     The Christian Kingdom ills me completely, and in its killing, it attempts to bring about an apocalypse in its own image     This image sheers the same image Nebuchadnezzar erected, the gold statue he forced people to worship and they’d die by fire     I choose to die in fire, separated from Christianity     Christianity crops its coat hanger and performs secret abortions on its mistress / Tamar proves more righteous than Judah     Christianity heaps burning coals on my head and coal codes crush ochre / I pour the pigment mixed with blood on Christ brow and Christ exposed bone, and the canvas clashes coast coast cross     I clutch cross rather than Christianity

I watch or invent experiments in the revival of organisms, and I undergo underworld many resurrections     I experiment-explore inner death and death dusts daemon     I explore entre experiment     I explore experiment cut edit and I edit aleph underworld word subterranean     I explore enter-exit-embed experiment and I write experiment in letters     The letters lyre lenticular or reticulated a sieve scattering light from emanations superimposed on emanations, and I experience the emanations as experiment     I experience a screenshot from the film showing the dog’s head attached to Brukhonenko’s autojekter and Christianity beheads me     Christianity decapitates in desert but its medicine mediates medium my cranium and my body frankenstein or modern prometheus carves my skull into crystal     Brought to the sky of skies I saw a structure made of crystals and between those crystals living tongues of fire and I saw a yoke around that house of fire on its sided four streams of living fire and fire angels wheel angels enfolded angels     I saw the structureless structure entwined by serpent and serpent signals secret, knock gnosis and knot gnosis     I hardsaw the structureless structure and the cuts neva non-euclidean     The slices sweep shocked quartz transformed scorpions     Scorpions split stones shape steel and structureless structure shifts sharp a stick into ben’s ribs Son of Man mutilation     Structure hisses horror and I hang from Christian cathedrals slow strangulation

The Vision fails me; I lack dreams no longer dreaming dreams; I no longer seer sights and the spirits do not speak to me     The exit to the labyrinth eludes me and the labyrinth reflects refracts a tower inside a library and a library inside a Book     The Library of Babel inside the Library of Babel burrows into my bone and my book body burns the infinite palimpsest

Brought to the sky of skies, I saw a structure made of crystals and between those crystals living tongues of fire     The structure blacksmiths Tubal-Cain and his bronze beach blonde blazes body and I set my body ablaze     The structure strips structure a splatterfilm and the gods vomit gore    I structure strips structure the body pornographic and the body exotic, and my body clusters cave crystals     My body studs structure crystal chloe or camille chromatic, deep piercings into my dermis     Crystal slashes the sewage slime of my body and my body melts char bone boiled brain blood evaporated     Crystal crashes slasher movies and serial killer mutilate women’s bodies an approach to Christian violence     Horror hovers the breath of God over waters and waters wires bloody wrap writing the face wrenched from face face-scraped woman

Fire angels wheeled angels     Enfolded angels station to station ad the stations of the cross clutch crutch carve scapula crystals     clavicle crystals     cranium crystals     Crystal crows glow god serpent seraph and angels burn long burn babel     Homosexual angels crash through the ceiling of my apartment bedroom and they reenact Sodom and Gomorrah with my body     My body blesses Sodom and Gomorrah / the decay of an angel and I bathe angels disintegration salt pillars     Here they shriek children roasted on spits a father-gorged live flesh-feast and my children chew Son of Man or chew the glue Kingdom     I crescendo children and the Christ appears to me forms visible through each other as her figure had three forms, and the Christ in Chaos chimes: I am the Father, I am the Mother, I am the Child, I am the incorruptible and undefiled one     I am the child and the children orbit ouroboros body of Christ and the Christ body blues breach animal alchemy or animal antimony anistrophies

This is shit writing – that’s OK – keep going

Amen, I say to you, whoever does not accept the Kingdom of God like a child will not enter it     In the amen, amber ombre ochre and I dust my body red rust rainbow and the amen bone awls rouge residue     In the amen, I harbor ardor aether and the quintessence queers kingdom / I commune with secret Christians in the catacombs     I charis chrism in the Bridal Chamber and I engage in intercourse with my Christian siblings, and human communion caros sacrament     Amen the apple orchard arrives aurora children and the Son of Man is the Child of Woman     Amen I say to you, here they shriek children and Christina cuts Christ as cunt cookie-cutters children baked in industrial ovens     I carry the Cross: Christ, I pick up my Cross and follow to Gologotha     I curve Cross as a Child and Yahweh maws its mouth monstrous Moloch     I carry Cross Christ Child Cunt Child and we defile Tophet in the valley of the Son of Hinnom, and I pass through the fire in Moloch or Yahweh     I pas through the arms of the Christian Church brightfire and angelfire and fire moloch

They shriek children roasted on spits a father-gouged live flesh-feast and amen I say to her, whoever does not accept the Kingdom of God like a child will not enter it     Splatter gore and horror haunt my Christianity many ghosts to repel ghosts spirit shatters     Spatter spill wastes woman wild body wilderness body, and I chainsaw bodies woman mixed Christ children wailing     Woman mixed Christ children wail a voice is heard in Ramah, mourning and great weeping, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more     I cane no more rack Rintrah Ramah color me blood red and I chop torso tatters and the gothic god pours gasoline on Christ self-conflagration / many attended the shows to get a feeling of sexual arousal

I decide to accept this horror and pornography     I enter-exit experiments body body: body-to-body     body-with-body     body-through-body     I embrace the gnostic, the antinomian, and libertine woman with