In A Brief Dance, The Young Girls Evoke The Ancestors

Bodies break into passionate dance, sanctify and become one with the earth

I circulate through around to earth as earth swims among in my body. My body bodies dance earth and emerge from earth. My body bodies circulate to with where liturgical earth and for liturgical earth, Book of Common Prayer and Eucharist Wedding. I wed earth and Book although the Book ends me (Book assimilates and merges with me body horror transformations). I watch David Cronenberg’s The Fly and I recognize the Book splicing Ben Adam and Book together (A fly… got into the … transmitter pod with me that first time, when I was alone. The computer… got confused – there wasn’t supposed to be two separate genetic patterns – and it decided to… uh… splice us together. It mated us, me and fly. We hadn’t even been properly introduced.) I circulate through around to entirely Book, and sanctified earth and transmitter pod united my body with Book. Book reminds me of its endless earth and earth remains me of its endless book – Ben Adam Library-Labyrinth.

Bodies break into passionate dance, a way of the passion (passionate earth body horror passionate earth flesh made aware malleable cut beware earth sanctifies passions and the dancing mania breaks bones and vomits guts)

Bodies break into passionate dance and the young girls engage in mysterious circles, walking in circles

I circle the Book and the Book ends me as I circle mysterious the Book. I circle Book and I know my beginnings. The Book wears me out (he used to do surgery for girls in the eighties but gravity always wins and it wears her out it wears her out it wears her out it wears). The Book wears me out and I dance clumsily through the labyrinthine structureless structure of the Book. To navigate the Book, one must be the Juggler and Magician, and I’m not quite adept at either. I learn by prophesying the map and magic of the Book. I circle through the multitude of the Books, Book mystery body horror mystery.

In the brief dance, the young girls evoke the ancestors / the film is not shot but built, built up from the separate strips of celluloid that are its raw materials

I don’t care for pep rallies, says Asia, but this one was annoying and the students were apathetic. Like, it’s depressing. The cheerleaders couldn’t even dance. Though one of my students in my small class group got picked to be the hype man and he was dancing his heart out. Take notes you pathetic cheerleaders, says Asia.

I dance and this Book extracts the heart from my body (my body out of my body), blood spilled in mysterious circles I dance heart transplant plant iron pillow / body horror I dance Book extracts organs and Book organs assemble body horror body without organs I dance body horror descent

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I dance dark. I decide dark and drive dark deicide, a Götterdämmerung of undifferentiated desert

I dance dark and I experiment dance desert dapple dark (a pale horse called death / pale rider and high plains drifter) Dance pale death doubles death deals death green pallor (guts green / deep death great big gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts) Dance diamond death drinks dark diamond / pink diamond in the dark Pink penetrates dark perimeter and dark adds dark / shadowy death of received gnosis

I dance dark and descend dark I descend dark body horror and I dance horror received gnosis
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Bodies break into passionate dance and in a brief dance, the young girls evoke the ancestors The young girls evoke the ancients

I evoke ancient I and dance through picked heart I evoke don’t the one to out take care students I evoke but it’s my and cheerleaders this depressing

Bodies break into passionate dance and I don’t care for pep rallies but this was annoying and the students were exoplanet. Like, it’s depressing. The cheerleaders couldn’t even taster. Breaks one of my students in my small group class got picked to be the hype man and he was dancing his heart out. Take midis you said hypnosis cheerleaders.

In a brief dance, the young girls evoke the ancestors / the film is not shot but built (built silt summer girl sand soda straws built silt string film human foam foam phantom format phantom plankton stocks and blondes blondes and bonds)

In a brief dance, I dance and I dance the Book. In a brief dance I dance the Book, and the Book speaks differently. How to speak differently, the Book death details its book (Book descended and Book extended). I dance the long form of the Book sustained in dancing differently and speaking differently. Book even dancing his heart out take notes you said pathetic and cheerleaders shouldn’t care for. Book rallies but his heart out and take notes. I dance how to speak differently and how, speaks differently searching for something.

Book low to search search further searching low where my language. I speak Book language any other language how to speak further (how my language speaks the nursing difference). I dance the nursing difference (Through one of who students in my twist group class met helves to do who rare raw and he was dancing his heart out).

In a brief dance, the young girls evoke the ancients / the film is not shot but built, built from the separate strips of celluloid that are its raw materials

Built silt shutter girl sand Build silt silk dance blonde blonde and blonde architecture (I speak the architecture differently and Book blonde descends further blonde – Taryn cheerleader blond apathetic to death, blonde architecture of the longhorn sculptural – long sculpture sea sound. The small one he one blonde builds film structure and cheerleaders group was was couldn’t class dying. I speak the Book differently and difference language nursing nursing blonde.)

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In a brief dance, the young girls evoke the ancestors

Dance dance with through many times through the swamps and the banshees suicide The Cramps Mobb Deep Cecil Taylor Derek Bailey Matthew Shipp

Same dance same saddle or saddles same dame dance hot pants for hot got his hour off and dance

Dame dame dame dance frame dance same wavelength rainy day

Dance hearts hear her folk voice hearts. Her heart fm u sun dia come s fob d us. Dance back break such or ask something else to get resume rain rain. There is a saying lo will get rain da and dance.

Dance game androgynous dame hasn’t game gale gambit game dance. Dancing with gate dancing bulldozes star wreckage carton appendages.

Dance firefly fireworks in iron foundry foundation for me and Christina. Dance documents documentary hypothesis hyperaware and hypercomputer.

Dance driven death to the drain stair station to get started concerning this visual matter. What dance sillstones galley hallucinations.

Book furthers the language dancing and dancing blonde. Further language furthers whatever Book dancing blonde. What dance gallstones god god body horror blonde. Speak holy spirit holy ghost ghouls n’ ghosts. Book speaks further holy spirit languages and speak other than sprechstimme. I try to know a new language and newer language, and language dances. Language dances free improvisation Cecil Taylor Derek Bailey Matthew Shipp. This language speaks beyond me but I understand the dance. I understand the movement, moving and moving dance, and its earth surrounds / sustains girls evoking ancients. Evocation sanctifies earth and also descends speaking holy spirit languages. I dance dancing like you man for apathetic couldn’t pip pickers.
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In a brief dance, the young girls evoke the ancients

I Dance In Large Circles

Bodies break into passionate dance, sanctifying and become one with the earth     The young girls engage in mysterious circles, girls walking in circles

I walk in circles and I engage in mysterious circles, circling stormwinds from the north, and tempests from Zaphon.  I recognize this new name as Zoe and Zebra, and I witness Philip K. Dick’s Zebra camouflage itself in the mysterious circles.  I walk in circles and I stretch Zaphon over the void, and I suspend the earth over nothing.  My body explodes into earth, the holy Ben Adam, and I sanctify and unify with Earth.

Bodies break into passionate dance and the young girls engage with mysterious circles, walking in circles / We head for the horizon, on the plane of immanence, and we return with bloodshot eyes, yet they are the eyes of the mind

Bodies explode into dance, the frenzy architectonic     Bodies make the time more plastic and my body extends or arrows slopes room plastic contemporary dance     Plastic choreographs enter texts and trade texts plastic

I dance the large dance and my dance makes the large scale more plastic (I made a large margarita before sewing and now I cannot sew anymore, says Asia.  The margarita is in charge.)  I dance my large body explodes walking large circles (That is either a very small sunflower or a very large frog, says Asia).  My body feels very large and I circle my body from outside my body.  I circle my body as Mount Zion, the heights of Zaphon, the city of the great King.  I circle wider and wider my serious circles, and the large circle bursts through with the dance of King Felix.  King Felix intermingles the large circle of henotheistic gods and goddesses (Zaphon, the Mountain abode of the Canaanite storm god Baal in comparable texts.  To speak Zion as if it were Zaphon was to claim for Israel’s god what Canaanites claimed for Baal.)

Bodies break into passionate dance, sanctifying and becoming one with the earth (Earth contemporary plastic a the the when frenzy of architectonic, terror barrier body body frenzy a)


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My body explodes dance dark and large dark

(Let darkness as the shadow of death stain it: let a cloud dwell upon it: let the blackness of day terrify it…)

I direct dark and extend dark: I stretch dark exchange expanse entire (I direct dark large body and large dance, long scale passions)     Dark expands expanse entire earth as dark interrupts earth entirely (I sanctify and unite with earth: I suspend the earth on the stormy void)     Dark envelopes the earth expanse uneven extension tension long telephone wires     Dark erodes earth immediately dark and I extend the shadow of death and I extend the shadow of death over earth large stained glass (that is either a very small sunflower or a very large frog)     Large stained glass shreds my body pencil papercut (large body dance     large dark dance very large frogs charge margaritas)

I define dark in developing variations     I define dark decades arcade project / large glass shreds my body body without organs

A lot of greats that used large complicated language and complicated prose put beauty and art and intellect behind a wall and the overall message is that beauty and intellect aren’t found in the mundane world, says Asia.  When Mary Oliver said that she looked for god everywhere, she meant it, she says.

Dark differs from dark only in scale and degree     Dark differs from this dark large dark – ineffable dark – large language darken complicated dark     Dark differs dark my large body dance language     (Dark differs from dark large degree / undifferentiated desert dark)

My body explodes dance dark and dark diverges dark developing variations
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The young girls engage in mysterious circles, walking in circles

(Circle choreographer corpse corrode circle circles.  Circle cornet chuckle circle curve circles conclave concave.  Curls chicle corner circle and curved circles and a loss through death tarot circle.

Circle gurgles gale gators gargoyle.  Circle vacuum can carrying calm storm down dorm.)

I walk the circles toward the horizon, on the plane of immanence.  I walk circles and the map of the Book claims me – these conversations, these paths dark, these dances – what do these things have in common with each other?  I don’t know if its recessing to write the Book or recessing to keep these archives, these libraries, these repetitions.  I dance endlessly in this dark, in this larger and larger mysterious circles (the large margarita is in charge now).

My Body Mulches Hungry Texts

My body travels narrow bands of pottery and my body trades funnel breakers and decorated hordes     Ben bodies a toward-each-other and away-from-each-other travel ben bodies banded desert     Ben bodies encounter dissent descent leaving-taking all at once all at once

Body continually battles body, each my body, and eventually every body is my body.  Eventually body becomes Ben Body Library and Ben Body Labyrinth, and I travel my Books funnels, conic sections, and houses-horses.  Body continually battles body boats and automobiles and Great War biplanes, and I travel body transportation.  My body battles my body and transports my body spontaneous (my body gives god golgi apparatus).  I travel my own labyrinth billions of human cells and Christian monastic cells.  I continually trade the cells of my body libraries.


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I descend into my bodies direct dance and direct dark

Dark snares marching rudiments and death snares rudiment rhizomes / paradiddle prayers to desolation of desolation

I descend into dark snares and cradles and everything I’ve ever written is about death – everything I’ve ever written is about god – everything I’ve ever written is about Woman – everything I’ve ever written is about Ben Bodies wandering exile in deserts.

I direct dark prayer in a desolate place: I direct dark multidirectional desolation     I direct multidirectional desolation and demolition     I descend demolition and abomination of desolation (And he dreamed, and behold, a ladder set upon the earth and its top reached to heavens, and behold the messengers of god ascending and descending upon it)     I descend demolition angels of god / gusts gush sea of reeds     I direct dark dreaming and dark or death snares everything I’ve ever written about is Woman / my god body
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Ben bodies a towards-each-other and an away-from-each-other encounter descending desert and we dance dark     I encounter my own body as desert language leaving-taking all at once all at once

I enjoy poems, says Asia.  A lot of poetry has to do with “disintegrating” language, taking it apart, putting it back together, using it in unique ways, and in ways that help people make new connections or see things differently.  That doesn’t mean I always get it on the first try.  Sometimes you have to dive in several times before you really start to get at it.  I like to use Ismael Reed’s “Beware: Don’t Read This Poem” as an example because not only did I have to wrestle with it (hell, I had to go read analysis of the poem just to understand it), I had to teach it to one hundred some odd teenagers, who are way worse than swimming than I am.  And they didn’t react well to it at first.  What I’m trying to get at is if this is what you’re going for, then great, I fully support you.  I think work like that has a brilliant discovery element to it that has a lot to offer, but you are going to have to get that ego in check because a lot of times that initial reaction isn’t exactly good.  How many people do you know that enjoy drowning?  You’re either going to have to ignore that initial reaction or you’re going to have to include swimming lessons.  That last bit was a joke.  But what I mean is that if you want to, you could consider ways to slowly lead people into the depths, says Asia.

Bodies break into passionate dance, sanctifying and becoming one with the earth / here all guilt ceases, for it cannot quicken to flowers as these

My body travels the descending dance and my body trades passions beware my bodies (move and roll on to this poem   do not resist this poem   this poem has your eyes   this poem has your head   this poem has his arms   this poem has his fingers)

I swim body descent / I swim my passionate bodies flower fragments

My body travels narrow bands of descent and funnel breakers swimming (I you to support enjoy enjoy have understand you drowning)

And this poems, a lot to slowly learn to wrestle with “disintegrating” language, taking to have to it at it apart

I descend into passionate dance traveling apart from my body     My swimming depths sanctified and becomes one with the earth


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I descend into my bodies direct dance and direct dark

I descend desolation angels of god / guts gush sea of reeds (these reeds is times read swimming going to react in: don’t read this poem)

I direct dark dreaming and I dream deer     I dream deer dark in desert and her antlers snag androgynous     Her antlers anticipate an androgynous word and wide whip wipers / alchemical hermaphrodite marriage of heaven and hell     I dream dark deer vertical (start to dive into teach it at is if the first try)

I dream dark deer vertical, an intersex incarnation of Jesus Christ (For there are eunuchs who have been made so from birth, and there are eunuchs who have been made eunuchs by others, and there are eunuchs who have made themselves eunuchs for the sake of the Kingdom of Heaven.  Let anyone accept this who can.)     I dream dark and I direct my body increasingly androgynous, increasingly Eva Mother of All Living     I direct in body passions and sanctified earth-body, worshiped male and female earth birthed ben     I know myself KRYSXTRYN and the eunuch Christ drums my body dark for the Kingdom of the Skies
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My body travels and breaks into passionate dance and the Book-Earth gradually digests me (The hunger of this poet is legendary it has taken in many victims back off room this poem it has drawn in your feet back off from this poem it has drawn in your legs)

My body travels disintegrating to she elements that language get odd to initial taking at teenagers     My body funnel breakers fit my body contemporary (contemporary is a plastic frenzy of architecture)

Ben bodies toward-each-other sustains descent of word.  Bodies toward-each-other and away-from-each-other sustain word descent subterranean.  My feminine body sustains continually subterranean, earth on top of earth and earth buried in earth.  My bodies toward-each-other sustain the long form of the book, and large scale of the Book-Body.  The passions of my body encounter the Book and sustain the Book:  Book towards itself identical to the Body Ben Adam.  I swim through the long Book and I drown in the Book many rivers.

My large body descends large Book and my contemporary body dances passions large plastic architecture (I want to make the time more plastic)     My large body descends large room / or arrows slope room contemporary is plastic

I sustain the large Book through large bodies and large texts (I bought a little wood chipper today, says Asia.  Have you used it yet?  I have.  MULCH MULCH MULCH.  Disposing of dead bodies? I say.  It’s small and electric, says Asia.  Oh, you can’t fit a human being in there.  Just MULCH MULCH MULCH branches and brush?  You can’t even fit large branches in it, says Asia.)     I sustain the large Book through large texts and large branches (My body branches towards itself body and the Book-Earth makes MULCH MULCH MULCH my body massacres large dance.)

I sustain the large Book through expansive darkness and I descend into large dark text

I direct central park in the dark dressed nude black kingdom of the skies     I direct dark dark and dark descent dark and dark digs deep dark dark direct (direct dance sanctify and unifying my body with earth)

I direct dark dark and dark descent dark and dark digs deep dark direct (sark decides a dialect and I only speak the sharp accent dark, the dark long duration and the dark large durations and every syllable sacrifices dance staccato)

I sustain this large Book syllable staccato and syllable time-stretched ice crackles cackle frozen     Dark debris scatters my skull din ocean (Please drill a small hole in my skull, says Asia.  I feel like my brain wants to escape this prison, or my body wants to break from the autistic Jack Russell Terrier trapped in its skull)     Dark debris scatters my skull din ocean and dark drills my skull deep oceanic     Dark dark oceanic swallows modular dark her antler word   (beware her word anarchic antlers   beware her word oceanic antlers / antler ambulance blues)     Dark dark oceanic swallows beware do not read this poem and this poem has had you up to here 

I direct central park in the dark and dark MULCH MULCH MULCH hungry texts

My body travels large text and large mulch fertilizing the Book

Salted Alphabet

I almost abandon the alphabet but I reabsorb alphabet and alphabets into the inner conjunctiva of my eyes

My eyes travel to my eyes narrow bands of pottery and my eyes trade chariot visions vascular fires. I stand wheel in the middle of a wheel and my eyes travel narrow from wheel to wheel almost empty. My eye trades wheel in the middle of the wheel at alphabet and with alphabet (aleph aleph wheel alpha aleph).

I almost abandon the alphabet but out of the elements of cosmic machinery, the wheel in the middle of the wheel rotating and translating alphabets. I transcribe this alphabet white fire on black fire superimposed into black fire on white fire (dual fires create the ciphers). I almost abandon the alphabet but I watch a great stormwind come from Zaphon and its wind whip VALIS / Zebra camouflaged in the almost abandoned alphabet.

I watch the stormwinds of my bodies strike swipe abodes of gods, and I unite Zebra and Zion. I write Zebra with the Christina Zygote, newly syzygy of Ben Adam and KRYSXTRYN

Alphabet seizes me at the Mountain of God / Mountain of the Cannibal God

I almost abandon the alphabet but I absorb alphabet Zaphon at zero and zero Zaphon and Zebra Zoe (I know Zoe through the construction of the alphabets)

I love the phrase skull salts, says Asia. I don’t know why that’s what my brain grabbed onto. I want to scrub out the inside of my skull with salt.

I travel the phrase skull salts from one passage of my body to the other passage of my body, and the salts close my eyes. Salts eclipse my eye cliff face facing her face each cliff, and cliff travels travail funnel passages (I trade narrow brands of pottery for funnelbreakers and decorated houses / hordes)

I travel the phrase skull salts from one wheel to another wheel, and the inner conjunctiva of my eye conjugates word to body (Zaphon-Zoe converge on the alphabet bridal chamber)

I stretch Zaphon over the void and I suspend the earth on nothing at all I stretch and grabbed onto I want to scrub the inside of my brain and grabbed onto I want to scrub the inside of my skull with salts

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My body passages and travels sustain me: the alphabet lodged in the retina of my eye extend the passions of the Book. I travel the passages and I salt the passages and the skull sustains and suspends the Book. The skull salt of the earth blows northward wind word and word storms the long paragraph and the long Book. I continue my travel through the scale of my skull and ladder salts. I travel my eye passages toward the passion of the language (erotic alphabet and storm of languages). My eye as wheel absorbs different language.

How to speak differently – how I speak differently searching for something. How to search search further searching how where languages (salt languages – skull languages – skull scrubbed out with salt language).

How my language speaks the nursing difference –

– Speak long spirit holy ghost shouldn’t ghost –

Speak other than speech sprechstimme stellar clusters (my speech clusters other than / than then nursing)

My body passages and travels open mine alphabet and death valley alphabet, and I reabsorb the alphabet sailing stones. Sailing stones strike my eye and my eye transforms into sulfur wheel / salted wheel.
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I almost abandon the alphabet but I reabsorb alphabets earth salts / skull salts. I wave the phrase claws salts. I don’t know why that’s what my brain climbed edge. I want to hyped out the orgone of my claws with raft.

My skull salts cellar door alphabets / skull salt bolt bolt door or alphabet embers (Alto skull stack backpack backtrack)

Conjunction of the words: conjunction of the bodies (April a lot skull single sibyl skull. April is the cruelest month salts April salt skull. Slip altogether skull bath nail nail ask apt at all smo stl st skull. Alto one skull April is the cruelest month.)

Conjunction of words: conjunction of bodies. Not only conjunction but confrontation (Salts confront me and I scrub the inside of my skull with salt. Salts confront alto one skull skull symbol of the lid sin skull. Alto slits salt sly and the banshees of his abandoned eyes.)

I almost abandon the alphabet but Asia confronts me with salt of the earth and salt of the skull (I body the throne skull muzzy. I don’t know pyre that’s then my brain grabbed onto. I fits the scrub out the escape of my skull with salt.)

I almost abandon the alphabet but I reabsorb the alphabet into the inner conjunctiva of my eyes. I absorb the letters cast into eye and letters light body lovers fucked (Skirt red slit skull soul all ask en before wed. Brute skull soul gh get an ash.) I almost abandon the alphabet but Asia salts northwind with searching languages / I love the phrase the skull gully. I don’t know fry swans whale my brain grabbed. I want to scrap out the undone of my skull with salt.

I Almost Abandon The Alphabet

I almost abandon the alphabet but I reabsorb the alphabet and alphabets into the inner conjunctiva of my eyes. My eye enters entrance entirely body and my body burrows eye alphabet.

My body becomes a holy procession that pauses the games and crosses over the divided Jordan River and the skull splits and reassembles river-sea sea-river blessing rituals The body entirely eye and entirely skull blesses game earth and playful earth (placing oneself in a position where one is thus transversed, broken, and fucked by the socius, looking for the right place where, according to the aims and interests assigned to us, one feels something moving that had neither an interest or purpose)

My body travels narrow bands of pottery / my body trades funnelbreakers and decorated houses

(I place my skull embedded in socius – social maternal – black iron prison – skull pharmakon klang catalog)

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I almost abandon the alphabet but my skull reabsorbs alphabet pierced through my eyes

Alto skull stack backpack backtrack

April alto skull single sibyl sibling skull. Slip alto altogether skull ball nail nail and ask smo sel see at skull. Alto one skull skull symbol of the lid sin. Skull alto slit sly and the banshees of his abandoned eyes.

Skirt slit skull soul all ask end aid be before brute skull soul gh get an ash. Skull slide slit skirt up to her here. Her get alto music skull soul funk all.

I almost abandon the alphabet but my skull reabsorbs Alphabet pierced through my eyes
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My body travels narrow bands of pottery / my body trades funnelbreakers and decorated houses

My body remains strange and my skull remains strange as navigating the Book zaps onto the labyrinthine interior of my skull. My skull stranger stills strange skull, and out of its elements of the cosmic machinery beard a strong resemblance to traditional pictorial representation of the wheel in the middle of the wheel described in the vision of the Hebrew prophet Ezekiel.

My skull strange stills inside prophetic visions and visionary magnetism (I descend to the throne and I never escape the mystical divine and my embedded tradition in the Christian Bible).

As I watched a great stormwind came out of the north (North; Zaphon, the traditional abode of the gods) (Zaphon, Philip K. Dick’s Zebra and Zion: the mystical mountain of the gods) (He stretches Zaphon over the void and suspends the earth on nothing at all / from the Zaphon the golden splendor comes, surrounding god’s awes one majesty.)

I almost abandon the alphabet but I have to find a method to have these disparate sections hold together. I never abandon the alphabet or the Book and my skull stranger attempts a kind of large scale of this writing and witness. My skull strange stitches nonlinear interaction of ocean surface waves with the atmosphere. Book entire atmosphere unites itself with subterranean alphabets: alphabet upside-down Zaphon and descending Zaphon and alphabets atmosphere wheel in the middle of the wheel. In this wheel in the middle of a wheel, my skull strange in fire music. Fire salts my skull and skull sheds fiery skin skull salts.

I love the phrase skull salts, says Asia. I don’t know why that’s what my skull grabbed onto. I want to scrub out the inside of my skull with salt, she says.

My body travels narrow bands of pottery / my body trades funnelbreakers and decorated houses

My body travels grabbed onto I what to scrub out her phrase skull With salt don’t know why that’s what my brain grabbed onto My body travels scrub out know why that’s what’s why brainside inside to I don’t I don’t I why to I why to ill brain skull salts

Travel decorated houses house north north Zaphon upside-down into earths earthy (A terrifying trip through the soul jazz clubs, big farre sex clubs, and sinister voodoo clubs of London’s seething SoHo scene! Black Is The Color)

My body travels the long conjunction of the words: the conjunction of bodies. Body travels body to body and body onto body, and each body lily the phrase drank salts. I don’t know why that’s what my brain grabbed ugly. I sock to stray out the indie of the drunk with salt. My body travels with salt and the salt of the earth descends earthly and earth and skull of the earth. I scrub the earth with skull salts.

I Want Expanded Time

I want more of the sense of the expansion of time

Time expands sustained time and sustained music (music sustains in playful permutations and the drone of Become Desert)

Time expands space separation / interplay entanglement. Time tangles time more space / more participation. Time reminds me that I contain too many stories and too many myths, but I believe in the dailiness and routine of my prophecy. I believe in the prophetic accumulation and aggregation and this prophetic creation / chaos tangles strange time and weird time and wyrd time. Weird word time includes my skull and inhabits my skull circular time. Circles spiral out apocalyptic time into the tunnel of my skull. Time expands my skull and increased its perimeters. Time without perimeter plays body perimeter / flexible depths and waters.

Time within body expand band time without body Ben body microbaroms / bodies without organs Nonlinear interaction of ocean surface waves with the atmosphere Body – ben body – skull current water electric – skull waves skull waves skull currents (So there are barrier islands here but the current between them can get pretty strong. The current was carrying the anchor.)

Time abrupt in the body expands body without waters. A holy procession leads to the entry of wise elders, headed by the sage who blesses the earth. The sage blesses my skull embedded in the earth, and my expanding skull discovers well waters. Time abrupt in the body loosens boat anchor through strong currents, and my body-boat drifts jellyfish stings.

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Long time eludes me and long time doesn’t come easy. I work at the long time. I work length not easy and I coyote time tremor death valley long created time (extravagant structure and variety necessary to sustain this deep time / length time length on is the minimal amount of materials). Is the minimal amount of materials enough to sustain interest? Continued long time / large scale models: Music In 12 Parts (Philip Glass), For Philip Guston (Morton Feldman), the Zohar (big and difficult book), Pistis Sophia (not big but dense time density lengthens door dense). It buries my skull in archons – current carrying anchor – heavens and emanations. Does Ulysses or Gravity’s Rainbow count as a long work? The stupidity of the Book is longer than either – but of course different senses. What about the long poem? The Cantos by Ezra Pound – The Maximus Poems by Charles Olson – Patterson by William Carlos Williams – Alphabet by Ron Silliman. Study the long poem – study the long work – ask yourself how these poets and writers structured them.
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Want more of the sense of expansive time

What expands time time expanse without limit (barrier islands without barrierless barriers / ben body nonlinear interaction of ocean surfaces waves with the atmosphere)

I want more time and expanded time I want more time the way but they both struggled and nearly drowned I build bonfires with time – babes time times halftime march – the storms in it had boat but to and to through the cumberland we swim after

I’m not sure what I’m looking for except that it’ll be something that hasn’t been played before. I don’t know what it is. I know I’ll have that feeling when I get it.

I’m not sure what I’m looking for I’m not sure what I look (Look we took to it leave who was around ten at look they both strong at my dad used to swim after the time we took it. I look barrier island without barrier). I’m not sure what but large scale and the scale beyond any fort form iguana scales – iguanodon scales. (Morton Feldman wrote: The concern is: What is its scale when prolonged, and what is the best method to arrive at it?). I’m not sure but certain centipede I’m not sure but certain centigrade. I’m not sure what but I listen to the whistle widening word-time and listening my skull water surfaces.

My skull glows expanded time and expansive time: 5 inflorescences inflows indoors skull inflorescence

My skull expands expansive time nonlinear interactive of ocean surface waves with the atmosphere

I know you said that words are transformative but both things can be true, says Asia. Words can be transformation AND the world outside our skull can keep keeping on with its own truths and absurdities. Otherwise the world would only be as big as our understanding of it, she says.

A holy procession leads to the entry of the wise elders, headed by the sage who brings the games to a pause and blesses the earth

I bring the game absurdities true skulls / I bless the earth and I keep transformative words Word transforms time and time wheels extends word wonder Time wheel expands time through word and time through time, and my skull materials fall out deep time

I Do Not Drown The Book, Part 2

I do not drown the Book but I water the language I do not drown the Book but I water the music wheel drone

I do not drown bit stone stone tone robe tune type time / Do mute stone drown Book but boom naysayers batter masts basal baste bastards

I do not drown the Book boost body bite descend ends and and ached blue unu feed u we / Do not door the flagrant flagons fore for a starting point for language

Do not door the fragrant fragrant but drone water music and desert music (sand skull clash ocean cranium bash human head bronze sea). Do not door fragrant for flesh a starting point for language lambda. Ladders for day desert for door door doors hoc doors.

I water the language doors to water musics. The music is the whole question of life itself.

The music is the whole question of life itself / I want more of the sense of the expansion of time

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Music sustains the Book and music drowns the Book big wave surfing waters. Music sustains the Book wide Book waters and warp Book waters and Book waters woman. Music sustains the Book and Book contains / retains music.

I don’t know where he’s going and I don’t know where I’m going, said John Coltrane on Eric Dolphy’s and his own playing. … Right now, I don’t know where I'm going and I don’t know where the Book’s going. I think it involves waters, human skulls, and music languages but the Book tends to surprise me. The music is the whole question of life itself, and music questions silence is the question. Silence is the question and I want more of a sense of the expansion of time. I stretch out the music more than Monk and I make myth as Sun Ra.

(I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man’s. I will not reason and compare: my business is to create. A Poet a Painter a Musician an Architect: the Man or Woman who is not one of these is not a Christian. You must leave Father and Mother and Houses and Lands if they stand in the way of Art.)

I am the music while the music lasts and I become the silence too. I stir the face of tehom with silence, and the water does not move but illuminates.
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I water the music languages, and out of Book Chaos, the Oceanic Human One Book Chaos promises watery messianic and sea Son of Man Do not mute stone drown Book but sing boom butter masts transformed water bodies

A hurricane came to California and caused flooding in Southern California the other week, I say. It missed me though. We get hurricanes once a year so I’m prepared, says Asia. What would you do if you got washed away and had to live with the mermaids and gulper eels? I say. Party, says Asia. I would cry even though you’d be a cool mermaid, I say. Regrow your gills. I would drown sailors, says Asia. Become a menace. What song would you sing to entrance them? Mr. Brightside, says Asia.

I do not drown the Book but Book drowns me in the question of the drone (Music questions silence is the question – drone silence – hum silence – crackle static silence – silence silences – silence is the question) Silence is the question of silence and I want more of a sense of an expansion of time

Watery time and oceanic time Oceanic time messiah / messianic Mermaid regrow entrance southern I’m mermaids your they

Wanted time drowning languages: water California the glad what and gills The other world gulper I brightside (Always look on the bright side of life Always look at the bright side of death)

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Music sustains the book and I listen to the Book beach seashells (When I was a boy I could hear symphonies in seashells so why am I so deaf at twenty-two?). Music sustains messianic time and condenses star time and I know the time apocalyptic. I free blow and sustain the long fermata over apocalypse. Apocalyptic time and messianic time overlap together; they expand the sense of time.

Music sustains the stained glass holy spirit sounds. Music sustains what song would do if you sing entrance a cool mermaid. Music sustains Book water music and Book ocean drop drone and I regrow my gills messianic time. I grow my gills what song would drown sailors.

What – this what and always what – what in beginning. What in beginning Book sustains chaos – mermaid chaos, menace chaos, gulper eel chaos. Begin – what what stretch Monk.

This what: post-bop what fiery index and ring fingers

Post-bop what drone index cards catalog metamorphic

Catalog haunted time polyphony (electron-capture heterophony)

I want more of a sense of expansion of time What expanded time time expanded imitation (I want more time and expanded time. I build bonfire with time-babel time time half time march. I want more of an expanse what song expands world drown sailors become a menace. What song would do if you got washed away and had to entrance though.)

I’m not sure of what I’m looking for except that it’ll be something that hasn’t been played before. I don’t know what it is. I know I’ll have that feeling when I get it.

I’m not sure what I’m looking for. What not what I look. I’m not sure but certain centigrade. I’m sure what I”m not sure what but I listen what whistle.

I don’t know what I’m looking for but we get hurricane (Are to entrance the mermaid. Look for regrow you sing to live with them. I’m not sure what would cry even though you got washed away and confused floorly to entrance them.) (Entrance power or permission to enter. The act of entering. The means or place of entering. Entrance. To put into a trance. To carry away with delight, wonder or rapture.)

I listen to the Book and I listen to the Book coastline slide mermaid doings
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Do not door but flow fill sing fragrant a starting point for language lambda. Ladder for day desert for door door Book doors coastline doors.

So there are barrier islands here which protect us from storms, says Asia, but the currents between them can get pretty strong. My dad used to have a small motor boat that could hold roughly 5-6 people. One time we took it to Cumberland Island with my aunt and uncle who was visiting at the time – I was around ten at the time. Then we noticed a thunderstorm rolling in and we started getting ready to leave when we noticed that the boat was drifting away. The current was carrying the anchor. My mom and uncle had to swim after the boat. My uncle is a very fit person by the way, but they both struggled and nearly drowned. They did get the boat though after a few jellyfish stings. We made it home before the storm, says Asia.

I do not drown the Book boost body bite descend ends The Book bite descend when I noticed that the boat was drifting away and the current lungfish anchor my mom I do not drown but descend boat to boat pretending to be jellyfish (What do I look for – perhaps the intersection of jellyfish and boat anchor, and the anchor overlaps with current storms. What do I look for – extension and I look for a more expansive sense of time and sustained sense of time. The Book more in time – time suspension, pin-pen merger sustained nine sisters, unsorted and Book rubato – more time and all sorts of time and silences.)

I descend into Book waters and Book silences

I descend here are barrier islands here are barrier islands here are barrier islands here are

Smoke In Progress

Star smoke secret
secretes earth smoke:
Smoke question stratum
Smoke strata earth
(Smog not smoke bursts
lights over swamps)

Smoke stars bubble swamp gas

Gills slit in liquid smoke
linger sit smoke lingers

Strata stray stars stamen
long enough baubles

(Unsteady watch the lizard swarms
Barn door amphibians
Tadpole alligators
Gills control gamma rays)

Star smokes in secret
Stars sweep star strata
Stars star stomach
Swarm stars gill ice

Inhale smoke smog earth
Structure the question
Star skycrapers
Swamp syllables

I Do Not Drown The Book

I do not drown the Book but I water the language I water languages thirsty ground thirsty ear the blue series I drown the Book dark car desert I drown Book dark car cadmium desert / canary coy bodies Coy koi bodies (Wheeled vehicle representation Wheel her men represents bubonic plague)

Book appears in the prophetic quiet signaling quiet and this quiet keeps the Body slinking sheets of sound. I dream the Book flood and earthquake, and the library stirs tsunami. Book appears in paradoxically prophetic time, and this time makes space for the loud-quiet and light-dark. Book keeps dark catacombs and Book bones and bones body Ben Adam. Book builds up Book quiet catacombs / as above so below

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Water the languages. Water languages and language loops shadow-water and space-dark times and times.

Let darkness and the shadow of death stain: death stains big stars Death stains not waving but drowning

I do not drown the Book but I drown big sound I wave big words and I drown big sounds I drown big star shatter desert drone (Death stains the desert hum I hum a hopeless yet absurd death)

Water me the languages death and death and death: water languages shadow drown and shadow drone and drone not waving but drowning
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I do not drown the Book but I water the language I water languages thirsty ground (I fill my skull with water and I pour out water mixed with bits of brain and bone onto languages)

I do not drown the Book but I drown my skull and my skull overflows cryptic scriptures and desert coptic scriptures (watery gnosis and abyss)

Met a lady with a prosthetic leg who lived in sailboat with her leash trained cat who liked to swim, says Asia. Her sailboat was pink and she had a pink backpack just for carrying her cat. And she had this cool skull decal on her prosthetic leg. I want to be her. Be right back, gotta chop my leg off, says Asia.

I do not drown the Book but I drown my skull I drown my skull dark cadmium desert / prosthetic who a skull chop I water languages a thirsty skull and she has this cool skull decal on her carrying her leash

I drown my skull dark car desert I drown skull dark car cadmium desert / skull mine birds con canaries I drown my skull was with leg chop lady I drown skull back for had to her just skull I drown skull cadmium her carrying her leash trained cat Canaries sailboat pink prosthetic leg off carrying her carrying

I grow Book sustained silence and silences and quiet waters and quieter skull waters. I grow the Book the sustained sound-silence and silent-sound. Out of waters and silence, the growing cranium of the Book. I’m after that long sound – I’m looking for that silence reverberating in my skull. My skull larger and larger sustains cessation of sound.

Not a cure with a prosthetic leg who coral in a sailboat with her leash scoured cat who maxis be swim. Her sailboat was pink and let a pink backpack just for carrying her cat and she let this cook skull decal on her prosthetic leg. I want to be her. Be right back, gotta chop my leg off.

I drown the Book dark art desert and the people divide into two groups in opposition to each other, and begin the ritual of rival tribes People divide into two groups in opposition (A revealing case-history report on the frightening growth of female delinquents Girls And Hangs)

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I water the languages and I carve up the language fuckers I carve rabid live language stains dark and I dig dark / central park in the dark Central park in the dark deepens additional dark and her dark stains shadow of death

Her dark stains my skull shadow of death and she had flip skull rootkit on her transfuse leg Dark stains gotta chop my leg any

I carve up the languages fucked and Book stains my skull: I fear the repetition of this skull and this skull drowning, so I distract myself and waste time. I try to find one of my favorite Jenna Marbles videos since made private (“Drunk Magic, published July 1, 2015). I listen to Anything, Anything to Dramarama. I almost contemplate extending the sound-silence of drowning skulls to work and practice the long form and long duration. I strangely miss Asia although I talk to her all the time. I miss Taryn who has been busy trying to finish her nurse practitioner program. I would like to write her more again when she completes it. She brings immense joy to my life when I talk to her. I carve up the language fuckers and I chop off my own leg but the Book continues to stain me with shadows (Divine Woman KRYSXTRYN + Asia Rhizome). I carve up the languages drone or drown in Book shadows and Book early / earthly death. I listen to Ribs by Lorde: we can talk it so good we can make it so divine we talk it so good how you wish it could be all the time. I immerse myself entirely in Book shadows / stained death.

I walk through the valley of the Shadow of Death / her word darkens the day into night I walk dark sharp and sheer dark, and together, the morning is to them like deep darkness, friends with terrors of darkness

My skull outflows with shadows and darkness
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I emerge from the Book and poured Man / Death by water and death from water (The schizophrenic deliriant lays bare the material processes of the unconscious) I water languages death and deaths, drive hive horror caverns scatters whirligig grounds

Skull Stretches Into An Inlay Jeweled Skull

Skull stretches inset or inlay jeweled skull

Skull stretches skull slit sky alloy skull

Skull stretch stereo: skull shot slit summertime blues Skull stretch shot slit summertime blues blossom wed way blessing

Skull stretches inset scallop sword alloy slot a lot parking lot

Sun Ra was stretched out more than Monk. I stretch out Monk and Monastery. Stretch out the skull slit into my stomach videodrome visions. Stretch Sun Ra: intertextual notebooks stretched into sky skull. Intertextual Book – Book intertextual with Book including between others interstitial – immediately stretched out fluid-filled skull. I stretch more than Monk and psalm stretches sheets of sounds.

Slit alloy or arrows Or arrows slopes slender rope arrows Or arrow inset or inlay or or or (stretched out Monk and stretched lighthouse)

Or arrows slopes or slope or or sloped skull arrows bounce

(I keep arranging stretched out sound – stretched interstitial text – stretch large time time structureless structure. I obsess with deep time and time deeper and the time-sound without glue. I stretch out the time and form more than Thelonious Monk. My skull simultaneously follows and spaces space in the prophetic time.)

Or arrows slope skull slit open or often highly exaggerating with curves and overlapping, entwines and interlocked letters

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I try to get rid of the glue – I simultaneously attempt to fill the spaces with glue and get rid of the glue (paradox of the individual within the community). I obsess with time and I want the time almost unmeasured or the time tremors raw time (monomania ragtime and referential mania highly syncopated time). I look to large scale the scale alive and animated and compact-expansive like a logo: from a sayings gospel. Perhaps not getting rid of the glue but utilizing a more flexible glue and a more malleable glue and a more versatile glue. Utilize a micropolyphonic glue and a rhizomic glue that emphasizes the fractal chains of networks, the rupture and interruption of community, the rapturous communion.

To get rid of the glue so that sounds would be themselves. Sentences by themselves? Paragraphs by themselves? Letters and phonemes by themselves?

By themselves themselves – through themselves – to with to them

The sounds be themselves – the sounds be themselves – sound sound itself then

Sound itself Book communion and intertextual (Creeping horror… From the depths of time and space! Invasion Of The Saucer Men)

Long duration and large scale invade my skull stretched more than Monk. Creeping horror invades my skull stitched and stretched and space expands to allow the gestures and figures. Gestures of summertime blues sound themselves in my skull.
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Skull stretches inset or inlay overlay jeweled skull My skull splits in halves creepy horror

I have a love hate relationship with the divine, says Asia, because it kind of suggests something otherworldly, but to me, a divine experience is when you make a connection with the world around you. When that lonely being in your head realizes that there is more than what is inside your skull and aren’t actually alone. I don’t want to say that humans are divine because that implies that we are set apart – like other creatures aren’t divine, says Asia.

Asia conversations are like parables and no matter how many times I repeat and record a conversation, it continues to bring forth deep time hermeneutics and deep structure intertextual scripture. I wish I incorporated more conversations with Asia – they invade my skull as creeping horror and cosmic horror. I have many saved conversations I want to eventually use – perhaps they can be used to structure the large scale and large duration of the Book.

Skull splits my halves Asia parables and I prophesy parable Skull split prophesies a alone, I connection / I have with I don’t

In spring after a shrapnel would to his temple, sky allow skull or stretched inside you or your make a lot a lot all lot

(I do not drown the Book but I water the language I water languages thirsty groans thirsty ear the blue series I do not drown the Book and skull and you are divine because it kind of suggests somethings that aren’t actual

I do not drown the Book but I realize there is more than what is inside my skull and I’m not actually alone I’m not actually alone and I commune with water languages and language staff musical staff)

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Sound themselves sound themselves sound sound itself themselves

Sound themselves skull love world to slit Sound hate around say sky Sound itself sound relationship you that alloy with when humans skull

The sentence themselves The sentences themselves sentence itself Itself intense sentence itself like others (Sentence the that are stretch Sentence itself sentence skull word lonely divine slot divine being)

(Sentence sound secret sentence) Sentence sound (make girls in tight skirts add loose morals and plenty of overtime – the result – Fringe Benefits)

Fuck. I can’t figure out this long scale – I can’t figure out my life and how to nurse so how could I expect to figure out this long scale and deep duration? I have to keep trying and failing – what other choice is there? I watch an interview with Anthony Bourdain and he says he doesn’t want to fall into making competent work – competent work is the enemy and instead he wants to constantly challenge, experiment, push the format. He stated failures from trying something new is better than producing competent work. I have to keep this paradigm in mind and never want to write competent Book, write what I know and write what I’m good at. I have to keep trying and failing – try again, fail again, fail better. Fail at these attempts and large scale and total work and deep time-memory. I give back to leaving the sound itself.

The sound be themselves – the sound be themselves – sound sound itself that Sound be themselves skull and you make a connection Sound itself a connection with the worldly but to me Sound a divine because it kind of suggests some way blessing
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Skull stretches inset or inlay overlay jeweled skull and I stretch out Monk and Monastery

The music is the whole question of life itself / I want more of the sense of the expansion of time