I Devil Decalogue

This secret appears in the Book of Adam: the road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom

I stress excess visions of excess     Excess exceeds earth stressed nonharmonic tones     Vision stresses phonetic / vision asphalt accents     Accent asphalt folds four: flower her flesh folds or her flower swords     (Her flower the configuration and color of revealed corolla)     Her flower configures stress constellation pollen traces my body embedded dirt     Pollen stresses prayer plays material pollen polluting language     I let the pollen play my language excess over flowers flowering (her configurations and colors flowers other invasion of the body snatchers)     I snatch flat sword flat flower canvas

The secret Book achieves narrative excess.  The Book oozes the excess of secrets.  The Book exudes incessant secrets as blown flesh pus and brain blood blisters.  The secret Book documents and ornaments a stressed narrative and an excessive gospel.  Book exudes and extrudes a gory gospel and gospel secret guts.  Book steals secrets thief in the night and narrative dices excessive stained glass.  I stress the excess of my storytelling (I prophesy her: KRYSXTRYN + ASIA RHIZOME.  I prophesy Ben Adam + Asia Rhizome).  I story the female gospel in my guts excess.

This secret appears in the Book of Adam: the road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom

Excess stresses the restlessness of her secret and her voice reveals secret displaced into secret silence     I speak spool how strange her voice     I split spool speaks how strange her voice silence: her voice the texture of time     Time exceeds stresses time times half a time what wash ocean

Excess stresses the stretch of ocean: now opening of the eyes ocean     Her opening of the eyes ocean excess time excessive waters     Her eye ocean time the spine as fossil record and I record the rhizome     I record the rhizome cameraless film flash ocean     Now her sound opens the eyes ocean open and the open exceeds radically open

Excess stresses the stretch of ocean, the site towards which all eyes gaze     Tamar gazes at the opening / Taryn gazes at the opening     Taryn gazes at the opening towards which all eyes gaze (no god but graphomania)     Taryn gazes at the opening towards which all eyes gaze and says, may it be the divine will that I not leave this house empty     I leave empty     I leave house haunted wolf holes     Empty, I do not enter but leave (how strange: her voice   a localized deafness   a localized desert ben hinnom)     Empty, I explain my earth body explicit pornography (Alien influence has bean blamed for the mysterious pregnancy of every woman in the town of Widich, England.  When asked why extraterrestrials might be involved, a spokesperson for Torchwood replied: ‘Every cause we investigate involves alien shagging – why should this be any different?’)

Woke up to this message from my uncle, says Asia.  Are you convinced to surrender your life over to Jesus? I say.  I don’t even know what he’s talking about, she says.  Maybe he should actually talk to people instead of getting vague feelings during prayer and running with it.  It just sounds like a general turn your sinners life over to God message to me.  What sparked it, who knows.  Maybe posting about free lunch for school children did it, I say.  Or maybe what my mom told them about what happened between us, says Asia.  Sure, it could be that too, I say.  You’re good though, you know.  You’re better than you’ve ever been and your family is sometimes full of big buffoons who speak a lot of clashing car horns that don’t signify anything meaningful… You OK?  Yeah, I’m OK, she says.  It’s just I’m over vibing, working hard, striving to love life and I’ve had a lot of beautiful things that happen in my life, striving to love life and my uncle comes out of nowhere and tells me I'm full of bitterness and sin.  It’s a little hurtful not going to lie, says Asia.  Yeah, I can understand that, just remember it’s not true, I say.  It’s hard sometimes, says Asia.  Every once in awhile I can feel those old neuropathways trying to pull me back into the fear of secret sins, she says.  Yeah, I relate and I know those feelings, I say.  You grow up with so much guilt and shame that even when you shed it, it sometimes tries to reclaim you.  It fucking sucks, says Asia.  It does, I say.  I feel the current Asia, the Asia you are today, is much better than when I first met you.  You’re much happier, much stronger, and yes, much less bitterness.  I like who you have become and are still becoming.  It does suck for it to try and grab you back but I know you’re resilient and will overcome it…  It’s like the struggling with my self-worth without God and trying to find trust in my relationship with you.  I do feel the temptation sometimes to go back and find that God.  I do feel sometimes I lack trust in who I currently am and in our friendship.  You see me struggling and hyperfixating on little things in our friendship like what it means to be best friends.  But I think ultimately I will overcome it and be better.  I think you’ll always overcome this terrible God and terrible Christianity, I say.  The worst part is, says Asia, if I were to “surrender” and “make room for god” I would lose the best things in my life or be expected to give them up.  It’s frightening how Christian culture can alienate people from others and cause them to dehumanize those around them.  That’s not your niece anymore, that's a lost soul that needs saving.  And you don’t need to talk to them or empathize with them, just vague ideas and during prayer and run with it, says Asia.

This secret appears in the Book of Adam: the road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom

I stretch excess no gods no masters: no decalogue but strata strata stretch     No decalogue but strata strata stretch molecular chains channel lines of flight finger rupture rhizome     No decalogue ruptures excessive rhizome circles of convergence     Not anvil but watch attic gut assemblage chisels chantilly lace and a pretty face and a ponytail hanging down

I devil decalogue     I devil decalogue bedeviled body possesses porous transmission

I devil decalogue and it disintegrates in the excessive desert.  Desert explodes or implodes impossible excess and it swallows gods, Christianities, and commandments.  I devil decalogue in the antinomian desert, and Asia and I discard Christianities for our own anarchic agape and visions of excess.  The excess interprets the Bible in its infernal and diabolical sense, and I record the myriad of interpretations in my own Book.

This secret appears in the Book of Adam: the road to excess reinscribes the book in excess     Excess gazes open ocean open and I open Book radical rhizome reinterpreting the bible in its many diabolical senses

I gaze diabolical graphomania modal jazz / I improvise desert dorian derelicts at my own death (I improvise desert dorian bedeviled decalogue and decalogue disintegrations     I improvise desert dorian diabolical decalogue and demonic decalogue, and I reinvent a radically different Christianity / Christianities)     I jazz gatling gun jazz eye ocean eye triad erosion / gaze funk fusion     Triads fuse funk extended erosion flat seventh stretch sabbath     I gaze secret sabbath from the Book of Sabbath and this Sabbath slips slime jazz     Sabbath sin slick jazz shadow hazard body horror (The ultimate dimension in terror, stereo vision 3D… The most realistic film process ever developed HOUSE OF WAX)     Sabbath word wax waxwing slain body horror     I harvest body horror edit edit eye fusion erosion (Mistress of the Deathmaster sharing his hunger for human flesh, his thirst for human blood, his evil lusts that even hell cannot fulfill!  COUNT YORGA, VAMPIRE)

Anarchy is weird, says Asia, because it gives you good concepts, but no way to actually act it out, but even if we never achieve anarchy, it doesn’t change the fact that I believe all people are equal and that all kinds of authority should be questioned, analyzed, and held accountable.  If they have to exist, that is.  I don’t really see anarchy as a type of government, but more as people coming together in solidarity to help each other in spite of the pre-existing power structures.  It’s people without power coming together to have collective power in order to gain dignity, says Asia.  You have a good head on your shoulders, I say.  I try, but I wish I acted on my ideals more, she says.

This secret appears in the Book of Adam: the road of excess extends anarchic     Dandelion conveys expansion     Dandelion conveys color field canvas / color field canvas cut anarchic     Dandelion conveys desert dense anarchic desert dense dandelion     Desert dense extends excess this dream of dust     Dust scuffs absurd smurf blue dandelions     Dust scuffs absurd anarchy blue lion’s mane mothlight and lark light minimal (In the line of development: two points where movement can see no further without external help     At two specific points, I apply an additional impulse and extend into the external     At this point, everything needs impulse: otherwise it moves no further     This law of seven exists everywhere and allwhen: in chymistry, in physics, the law of seven structures of the musical scale and it completes its insect metamorphosis with the octave)

I convey the desert dense with dandelions as a page-canvas.  I convey the canvas desert dense with page dandelions and passage dandelions.  Dandelions passage desert point pink, a penetrating pink punctum and counter-punctum.  I convey the desert dense with additional dandelions and the dandelions pour over anarchic pink.  Two pink points move through desert monoliths mothlight a sight towards the line of development.  In the line of development, I suspend dandelions in the air of the desert, and pink punctuates deserts.  Pink conveys the desert impulse: pink punches to desert dandelions pure impulse anarchic.

I devil decalogue     I devil decalogue dress dandelions and dandelion daemons possess my body porous radio transmissions     Ben Adam body misinterprets desert diabolical figure with meat / needle drop matador watercolours     Decalogue disintegrates into pink pigments pale watercolours and I wash dandelion flesh fermata     I walk dandelion flesh infernal names names networks

I dwell the extended desert and anarchic desert daemon dandelions

I dwell in the desert excess and anarchic dandelions, and decalogue disappears in art deco crab canon materials     I disappear desert material a mathematical way to cut, paste, repeat, and extend a very minuscule piece of existing composition