Tune Towards Twenty

content warning: body horror imagery



Tune towards twenty

Think twenty winks weapon twenty

Thrak twenty tennis racket massacre     Twenty thraks trepan my cranium   (Lizzie Borden took an an axe and gave her mother forty whacks)

Twenty disciples of Jesus would be a pure more gospel than twelve disciples of Jesus.  Twenty has an additional roundness, a more flexible circuit circulation.  I meditate on twenty nudes and twenty trims away my fat to feature further body horror.  Twenty disciples eventually becomes twenty martyrs, and my body horror performs anew a martyr’s torture and death.  May I enjoy the wild beasts they have prepared for me; and I pray they be formed eager to rush upon me, which also I will entice to devour me speedily, and not deal with me and with some, whom, out of fear, they have not touched, twenty Ben Bodies pass through the arms of Moloch.  My twenty bodies pass through the breath of YH who stokes the fires and I used to feed that fire.  Gods and gods and gore gods and bulldozer deities slowly destroy my bodies, and they cart the carnage away in twenty dump trucks.  Let fire and the cross; let the crowds of wild beasts; let tearings, breakings, and dislocations of bones; let cutting off of members; let scatters of the whole body; and let all the dreadful torments of the devil come upon me: I only let me attain Jesus Christ.  Twenty crucified Christs atone for twenty Benjamins passing and Daughters of Men through arms of Moloch.

I’ll give twenty pounds of oxygen for that drawing

Twenty – tune towards twenty – twenty twenty four hours to go I want to be sedated
Twenty thaws raw shred oxygen     Twenty talk thaws that Taryn ten thin twenty     Twenty pours hell hounds hawk whore of babylon
Twenty thrak whacks babel hill hell power ballad

Tune towards twenty – twenty bodies under duress and stresses shine apart bodies held by aging bolts

Twenty tunes towards a radical question and a radical interruption     Twenty interrupts anarchic question / deconstruction desert hermeneutic (love in transition   love between transition and transition)     Twenty tunes lore between transition and transition, and love in transition crucifies Beautifully beautiful bodies     (I embody crucifixion and I body twenty bodies body horror and towards radical body horror)

(Twenty – Twenty towards what?  This Book at the zero.  Book at zero myth moves from myth to myth – radical traditional.  Radical simultaneous in the question of twenty books in the twentieth Book.  Twenty and zero means nothing and mines nothing except sedation and body horror.  Twenty towards what?  Woven what between horrors and hells and hellish hermeneutics, twenty as a lavish hermeneutics with gut lava.  Twenty at body horror zero tuned the body impaled to fetch a pail of water.)

“No single thing but Sadist Yahweh sews my body shut.”  I like this line, says Asia.  Also I like the slow and subtle build up of body horror that follows it.

No single thing but twenty god flayings and twenty brazen bulls.  YH ties up my body and subjects me to the flames, the might flame of YH.

No single thing but the zero shut up in my sewn body (kenotic zero khora creeping canvas zero at twenty crucifixions)

Tune towards twenty and tune towards zero

No copper thing but Sadist Yahweh (Sadist YHVH sexy sadie) sews my neck shut like this line.  Also like the slow and subtle build up of neck horror that follows it (watch your step kid you best protect your neck)

I’ll give twenty pounds of oxygen for that drawing     I draw     I draw twenty black iron prison twenty     Draw and draw up of body shut like the slow and subtle build up of body horror     Twenty twang wing walk syntax fuck / syntax fuck fuck syntax straw sax     Swim men syntax

Twenty men syntax swim swim men that follows it line, also like this line, also this thing that Sadist Yahweh sews

Towards twenty tunes body horror     Body horror draw     Body horror draw     Draw body horror twenty that follows it but Sadist YHVH sews my body horror that follows

(Twenty draws twenty and secretly reveals itself as the horror of the zero.  Twenty draws twenty bodies and YHVH tears, breaks, and dislocates their bones.  Twenty draws twenty bodies in a massacre, and YHVH cuts off their members and shatter whole their bodies.  No temple blind but bottle Yahweh fogs my keel shut.  Time this rice – also time the spit and subtle seeps up of the keel paled that follows it.)

Twenty struck syntax strikeout: strike syntax draw my body twisted (A week or two ago, says Asia, I was at my parent’s house and we were walking around the property and I found a cool twisty stick that looked like a wizard's staff and I gave it to my little sibling.  My daughter kept saying she wanted a “mama stick”.  She wanted the stick I gave my little sibling, the twisted one.  Kids have excellent taste in sticks and rocks, says Asia.)     Ben body twists and shouts twenty wizard staffs and staffs transform bodies into barbarian blobs and metal slimes

Twenty tune stick stack stretched stalk     Stalk stalk stick trickster
Twenty tumbled time untroubled time
Twenty trombone time trumpet time
Twenty pounds time lower aporia

Twenty towards twenty doubles twenty and you can’t sell humans (Better than gold… and easier to find…  A slave trader tells his story   I Buy Women)     I sell human time human body without organs     organs     twenty organs     organs ammo acid awful stained glass gags twenty circuits…

(Twenty – what do I do with this twenty.  Twenty towards the zero and I circulate after zero and towards – count twenty tires and trumpet twenty times and I close in by the zero twenty and twenty zero, and my organs fall out from YHVH’s trumpet punches and trombone kicks...)

I Wait With Worms

I wait woman I wait woman and I render to volume and space more surface variation (wait surface variation modulation overlapping shifting planes)

Wait and wait wait voluptuous volume parousia Wait fuck up the text – fuck up text upward sword word Wait wit more – mongolian death worm – wait with wit wedding

(Wait – what is this? This is the is towards Book wait is written. Wait rewritten Book waiting in the voluptuous mouth of worm word. I wit and contemplate sea serpent wait and sea serpent woman – sea lion woman she drank coffee she drank tea and gamble lie weird wait. Weird wait you know – wait swamp sword word otherwords other words hospital ward. Wait in the sea swerve. I wait in the sea fucking up the text fuck sea serpent fork fork working class blues word. Wait – what is this? This is the Book worder wander and wait here. Wait beware anywhere but insidious worm word.)

I send Asia the following meme: “There are about 20,000 species of worms. Please learn about each variety and confirm if you would still love me, no matter which worm I was.” I REFUSE, says Asia. Some knowledge is forbidden because once learned you can’t undo the damage, she says. That’s what some early Christians called gnosis, I say. Knowledge that transforms your world. I would rather not transform my world in that way, she says. I read about tubifex worm life cycles earlier and that’s one of the tame ones. Worms are freaks, says Asia. You’re just scared because you realize you’d still love me if I was all the different worms and you don’t want to accept that, I say. I would feed you to my fish, says Asia. I’m glad I’m a human so you won’t feed me to your fish. I’m glad you aren’t a freak ass worm, says Asia. Imagine a wizard transformed me into a freak ass worm permanently and you'd cry while you’re forced to feed me to the fish. I would be sleeping with the fishes indeed. I’m sure that’s not how you imagined escaping this mortal coil, says Asia. What if I didn’t even know that you were a worm. You’d be wondering, what ever happened to Ben! I say. You’d have no closure. I would be a missing persons case. You’d write a best selling novel based on my disappearance, I say.

I wait woman I wait and render volume and space more freak ass words

It was shaped like a sausage about two feet long, had no head nor leg and it was so poisonous that merely to touch it means instant death. It lives in the most desolate parts of the Gobi Desert.

Worm / wait surface variation modulation overlapped shifting planes ben boulder bodies ben boulder bodies more material ben more dynamic bodies / bodies increase nonrepresentational ben bodies color plane greater formal independence

Worm / wait surface variation even knowledge is forbidden because once learned escaping with the damage Worm modulates overlapping some knowledge is forced to feed you don’t worm Worm ben bother bodies worm Wait ben boiler bodies more imagine a wizard transforms Wait imagine a wizard transforms wait Ben more dynamic wait bodies worm word / bodies increase because once lean about each variety and you’d read about each variety and trace if you’d read about each variety, I disappeared escaping with different worms Ben bodies color plane word train in vain worm – a two foot long poison worm taking the train to sea formal independence

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I wait in the repetition of waiting, and wait shifts plane overlapping overlapping word words

I count repetition and I count repeating water runoff. I write repetition rewrite repeating runoff (I wait in repeating rain. I worm through plane variations and rotations and all languages are repeating variations of a single name). I wait fool in the rain and I want runoff mathematics sausage worm rivers. I count rivers empty and repeat please learn about each variety and confirm if I was all the tame once. Rivers learn about each variety and confirm if I didn’t feed your worm worship.

Like a language waits
Like a language lurking wait
Like language repeats overlaps language
Like I refuse and some challenge is kidnapped believe. Once learned you can’t undo the damage.

Like language that express plurals by repeating singular. Or a man with a woman, and another, and another, and a third, a fourth.

Like a language but I would rather not brightest my girls in that way

Like waiting languages and I real about tubifex work if godly earlier and swan’s one of the tame worms are dreary

Like language languages wait lamentation

I wait in repetition and I count 20,000 species of worms. I count 20,000 varieties of language overlapping language originally from a single name-word.
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I wait I wait woman beware Beware I wait woman beware Beware I wait woman beware hour of the wolf lair of the white worm

Beware Woman Circulates More Flexibility

I wait woman     I wait woman beware     Beware I wait woman beware open word flexible (open – modular – mobile – radical interpretability)     I wait woman beware flexible fluxus

Beware woman circulates more and more flexibility (More – I do not abhor the word more – I wait more maximalist: maximal and more maximal blue-black.  More – more color blue-black and pale pinks and seasick green.  More – more material and I use material and I do not abhor material but mix-make more and more.  More I interpret nature in terms of the cylinder, the sphere, and the cone: I put everything in perspective so that each side of an object, of a plane, recedes toward a point more and more.)

I wait beware woman because she asks the radical question     Wait towards a radical question and radical interruption (Air her air pairs her body every thing Taryn – Taryn up and down     Woman wisdom all ways     I wait her window ways open interruption)     Await interrupt anarchic question / deconstruction desert hermeneutic

I wait woman love transition and between transition

(What is the content of my prophecy these days? I say.  Staying alive, says Asia.  I wasn’t expecting that answer, I say.  Could you talk a little more about how it’s staying alive?  You speak a lot about your struggles with wanting to die and finding purpose through relationships and creativity, says Asia.)

I wait woman     I wait woman beware prophecy at the zero     I wait woman through the relationship and creativity


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Zero interrupts at the zero / woman waits

I count impossible     I count it’s staying die to little does count Peano Arithmetic / zero is a natural number

Here at the precipice of the number encoded in the zero-woman of the cliff (precipice of name enciphered cliff face her face)     I zero in on her face which interrupts lunar eclipse (I had a dream I witnessed a solar eclipse and I mistakenly called it a lunar eclipse.  These eclipses are two different zeros.)

I wait zero-woman transition and between transition and I wait shadow of her eclipses.  I dream the zero in her eclipse and I count zeros: absolute zeros and inconsistent zeros and contradictory zeros (zero what alive     wait I more to die is wasn’t about others     zero you and the expecting how to speak)     I dream contradictory zeros solar and lunar eclipses / I count solar eclipses solar anus

I wait and she interrupts my counting you the expecting how to speak finding content that it’s a purpose

Zero interrupts at contradictory zeros waiting
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I wait woman beware woman and I wait more into the zero interruption

I do not abhor more zero but I prophesy zero about relationships you prophesy     Does your these talk prophesying I interrupt more material     Point zero more plant alligator-cylinders crocodile-spheres (half-shark-alligator-half-man)     Point crocodile eclipse / alligator alphabet interrupts kingdom of airs (air her her pairs Taryn up and down – air medium experiments word Taryn extraterrestrials – air experiments Taryn body new methods new materials telephone flesh)

I wait woman and beware I interleave Book body horror and zero prophecy and disco ball CPR staying alive (What is the she contend in my phantom state these days?  Staying alive.  I wasn’t expecting that oyster.  Could you talk gently wax more about how it’s staying alive?  You speak a lot about your struggles with barbell to die and twisting scarify through relationships by creativity.)  The Book overwhelms me and I interleaf / interleave giant moving ashtray and polyesters and I most leave everything unfinished.  However, I am not required to finish the work, but neither am I to refrain from it.  I continue to prophesy my relationships and staying alive (whether you’re a brother or a mother you’re staying alive staying alive   feel the city breaking and everybody shaking and we’re staying alive staying alive).  I do not refrain from the work and I wasn’t expecting staying alive but look does prophecy the content of my prophecy the content of my prophesy alive.


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I wait at the zero and beware zero more woman

I count to imagine number and imaginary numbers rotate and translate my body verb (Question: what would rotating and translating a sentence, a language, look like?  Perhaps arrange words in a matrix and multiply / subtract / determinant analogues – or use the music twelve-tone row, and perform retrograde, inversions, and retrograde inversions.  One may not hear the row, but one can see the manipulation of the sentence.)

I imagine counting numbers and numbers hang in air pairs interrupting.  Taryn interrupts Taryn through imaginary numbers number rotations.  Taryn translates my body verb and verb prophesies counting (I count and imagine the segments cut-permutated-combined name eclipses and zeros.  I count segment alphabet birth alphabet.)

Taryn translates my body verb and I count verb impossible – I count impossible verb body black bile – count verb buboes bash tutors point blank – blank zero     I count the zero successor function my flesh rearranged crystal cubist

I wait zero zero become zero more woman
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I wait woman beware alligator woman     Beware alligator alphabet clip klondike gold – use distortion

I Learn Her Zero

Content warning: discussion of SA, horror, body horror

Zero the corrosive number: I translate her zero into further zero I translate zero transformed zero and zero rotates zero I rotate zero corrosion tower of babel I learn her zero – Christina zero, Zoe zero, Shekinah at the zero and beyond the zero – and her zero corrodes numbers the number of texts (Prophesy this corrosive text and text nothing nothing not automatically but wrestle accidental / non-accidental divine happenings. To let the divine in, one must fuck up the text at the zero.) Zero text doesn’t contain but diverges oblivion

Zero the corrosive number (Body needles needle nostril napalm – napalm corrosive number Name corrosive number Stanzas cannot be combined: zero and non-zero cannot be contained by the stanza sustained)

What is the zero and how does the zero corrode numbers? Zero is almost god: zero appears in the center that’s nowhere and the circumference that’s everywhere. Zero adjusts agitation within its zero, its fuzzy haze electron clouds. The zero of the Book happens in the multidirectional intersection of Body (Body horror), Book, braided god twists, Woman at the zero and within the zero. The zero corrodes my autopilot and unawareness: zero makes the moment moment, and this moment hits body zero: zero movement, zero memory, memorial zero archive disappearing in its archiving. Zero corrodes my body because I start Bereshit and skeletal chaos. I prophesy a tense chaos and an unstable chaos and chaos corrodes what I pretend remains certain. I let in the corrosive zero and body horror chaos.

Zero the corrosive number dissolves ben body in macerated chaos (He died alone in the field one summer morning. Six weeks later, a sunflower grew out of his head.)

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Animal body stains black my body at corrosive zero

Animal body stains black burn warts / body horror the gospel of Jesus anointed, a Son of God Son of God gland grand guinol Body horror deal gods My body grows dead and dead sprouts out of my head solar anus sunflowers I give gods from the zero and my skull explodes dead gods gore oddities

(Body horror abstract aleatoric Body horror body blankets gore splattered monochromatic paintings Body horror monochromatic crystal cubist)

Arrive at the zero from the zero From zero, count corrosive numbers and build up chaoses

I dream an altered number reviled in bloody streets and bloody chaoses and violence interrupts violence / zero translated at the top of my body Violence abrupts violence body horror and violence always takes precedent (Nothing so appalling in the annals of horror! You’ll recoil and shudder as you witness the slaughter and mutilation of nubile young girls in a weird and horrific ancient rite! Blood Freak More grisly than ever in blood color!) Violence abrupts violence body horror horn laugh noise happens (blood feast happens as abrupt bloody rites) Horned horror happens to happen abstract dreams and terrifying thaumaturgical drama I horror the horror abstract dreams liturgical drama

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Can I talk to you about something in regards to upsetting elements used in creative works? I ask Christina. Sure, she says. OK, I wrote an essay to Asia. Do you mind me copying and pasting it with minor edits? Not at all, says C.

So on Instagram there is a page called Horror Nostalgia and they post horror fiction stuff. They posted a scene from the horror movie Jack Frost (Not to be confused with the family film) and it was a clip from one of its most infamous scenes that involves a snowman sexually assaulting a woman.
I have seen the scene before; it’s considered one of the most bizarre and ill-conceived scenes in horror films. So it wasn’t a surprise to me that comment section was a disaster though, comments trying to explain how tags like horror comedy and regarding it as comedy undermined the traumatic experiences people, specifically women, go through.
Great comments I thought but many people were calling those people snowflakes and to get out of horror, do you have issues with horror movies showing murder, etc.
That’s the double edged sword of horror to an extent. It allows a sort of expression and catharsis of the negativity of capitalist society (e.g. Texas Chain Saw Massacre is well known for this) but I also realize it’s an excuse for assholes to be racist and misogynist under the guise of “hey bro, it’s fiction.”

It’s kind of funny because I watched that movie this year (and Thanksgiving which has a similar scene with a turkey), says Christina. I kind of had the opposite take away, she says. Asia thinks rape should never be joked about, and how that’s dehumanizing, I say. I told her I hesitate to make such blanket statements because bans make those concepts more transgressive and coupled with negative energies… Could you tell me your takeaway? I’ve been trying to find a balance between twitter-warrior-white-woman-guilt-nothing-is-funny and nothing-is-my-business, says Christina. Rape is a really tough subject. But at it’s core, it’s not tougher than murder. People talk about rape being more traumatic because it’s more personal or because it happens to women more or the victim typically survives. But I don’t think that’s the case, she says. I think the opposite, but that’s OK, I say. Your experiences are important and I haven’t dealt with that directly, I say. I think the gut reaction of “rape can’t be a part of entertainment” has to do with society’s treatment of women and rape, says Christina. Everyone knows that murder is bad; there’s very little wiggle room. But with rape, the US has some serious atoning to do. We have a rape culture where all the onus is on women. It’s not fair to anyone… I’ll get back to my point later… You think the opposite of what part? It seems to me that rape is worse than murder, I say. We get to disagree! says C. You don’t have to treat it with kid’s gloves or anything, promise. I feel I would rather be murdered, I say. Hard disagree, says C. I like being alive. Being raped sucks. He took a big part of me. But it was still just a part. I also don’t know why you think horror comedy is OK, so we can talk about that too if you don’t mind sharing. I’ll go based on my own ideas why I think horror comedy is OK, says C. What do you mean by horror comedy? I say. I guess where horror things are treated with comedic lens, says C. This is what I wrote Asia, I say.

Although I hesitate to ban a concept like that completely because those type of verboten concepts make the ideas transgressive and coupled with negative energy.
Rather I would say that kind of dark comedy needs to be treated carefully and in context.
I think there has to be a cathartic and auto-deconstructing process involved.
Otherwise the negative energy builds up and explodes and is made negatively useful by assholes.
Now what those kind of contexts are I can’t say exactly…
But it’s also a reminder in a more general way: utilizing body horror, Christianity contaminated by queer imagery, pornography – those are all themes I deal with and I cannot write those themes for merely the sake of being transgressive. There has to be compassion and love.

To add on to that, I say to C, I feel I have personal experiences with being queer, Christian, hating my body and body horror, and pornography. I feel I can say something about those. I don’t feel I could say something about SA. Me writing about your SA in the Book was a mistake on my part and if I ever publish the Book, I would cut it, I say. I was going to say the responsibility is mostly on the society consuming the media, says C. Moving pictures of a snowman raping a woman EXISTING isn’t necessarily my business. But as a society that perceives rape as humorous before doing the work of reversing the rape culture IS my business… But you’ve done some of the work with me. You’ve asked questions and not turned away. You loved me. You were at my house to see the results of the pregnancy test. And you grew and learned over the years. I think that’s enough work to write it, says Christina. I did, I say. I basically used all your words for that section. If you feel I should leave it, then I would feel OK about leaving it, I say. I do, says Christina. Not everyone writes rape with love. I think it would be a positive thing, she says. OK, I will leave it in, I say. Looking back at it, I wasn’t sure what my motivation was. I felt I write everything about Christina and so I should find a way to write about this experience that negatively impacted her life. But I’m not sure it was with the love or compassion necessary at the time. That’s why I feel personally negative about me doing it. I still feel like I was trying to speak indirectly for you, I say. That’s a good insight, says Christina. Maybe add footnotes or rewrite. Or take it out! I think you have a good handle on your motivations and how those have evolved, says C.
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How do I navigate from this conversation? To get back to the zero? This must be the zero, the transgression of the zero towards zero and the horrific zero

I learn from the zero and I wait with the zero: I wait for the zero with the zero I learn zero point body horror (I feel tired of my body – this forty year old body with low back aches and hip aches and groin aches. I need to discard my body – give up last cup last supper. I discard my nonsense body spiral hyle spread horror. I fill up the rest of the space with slow door horror.)

I wait at zero, my body abstracted into dream hallucinations and psyops

I build a world of abstract dreams and wait for you: I wait at the zero point of my horrific body and I wait woman with zero (that’s the double edge sword of horror)

That’s the double edge sword of horror: you’ll witness the slaughter and mutilation of young girls (And that’s personally why I could never get into horror. Too much of it is making a spectacle of suffering and turning the mutilation of already marginalized bodies into entertainment).

I wait at the zero of my mutilated body / I wait zero my female body abstracted through gory massacres

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I learn her zero to the zero: I learn her zero from her zero. I wait in the zero of my massacred body

I wait woman I wait woman beware Beware I wait woman beware a more open word flexible fluxus (Cut a loom life into you are) More I a do not abhor the word move but await sit the zero (And that’s personally why I could focus get into permit. Too much of it is making a spectacle of suffering and wasting the maturation of adulteress alligators gabled into entertainment.)

I wait woman abstract dreams and my body cut abstract expressionist by the blood feast I wait woman beware open and this poem eats your hands your arms your legs (they eat your eyes they eat your nose they eat the jelly between your toes) Beware I wait woman beware blood feast zero

I wait my androgynous womanhood at the zero and zero more a la massacre or (Motor Psycho! Cycle maniacs assaulting and killing for thrills!)

I learn her zero to the zero of my dismembered body / I wait zero beware my body splattercore spectacle
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I learn zero to corrosive number: sustained zero in the reverberating haze of shoegaze (sustained zero longer gory single slug zero) I sustain zero further my flesh zeros out (And that’s personally sky I could never get into horror. Too much of it is making a spectacle of discovering and burned the cacophony of inroads marginalized bodies into entertainment.) My body entertains zero / zero entertains my body wait waste big blood Zero the corrosive number needles my body dead acupuncture and the points eat your eyes eat your nose they eat the jelly between your toes

(My flesh zeros out: my flesh with the zero and beyond the zero)

I obsess with horror and especially body horror, and even admire body horror. Body horror reminds me of my body, and I despise my body, and I want to tear it apart and autocannibalize it. I obsess with my male body transformed female through horror. The horror of body reveals reality of body: its simultaneous resilience and vulnerability. My body appears on the visions of the cross with zero stations of the cross. My body hikes herma and hydra horror – multidirectional horror and multiple horrors in radical zero multiplicity. Crucifixion fixes my body to the zero: my body breaks open radical crucifixion and the radical blood feast of crucifixions. The radical interrupt massacres my body in blood eruption – eruption of blood and water separately – and my crucifixion marries heaven and hell. My crucifixion marries mutilated heaven and hell, and hydra body horror heaven and hell. I obsess with a hellish body interrupted holy holy holy and holy holy holy horrific hermeneutics (I reinterpret my body in the radical zero of horror). Hermeneutics opens my body vulnerable to crucifixion but my resilient body never dies but resides in perpetual suffering (pulsing Prometheus).

I count with the zero and beyond the zero (And that’s personally why I could never get into horror. Too much of making it a spectacle of suffering and joggers two mutilation of already nonpolitical cozens into entertainment.)

I count with the zero and beyond the zero: my body zeroed out in horrific murder (Bolt your doors, lock your windows. There’s something in the fog! The Fog)

I count with the zero and beyond the zero (body empty excess excessively empty my body entirely cavity).
I count impossible: impossible without the idea of counting. To imagine the numbers. Repeating an identical act, a particular mark over and over.
Impossible body horror. Without the idea of counting bodies but too many bodies, too many mass graves. Repeating an identical murder and mutilation, the particular mark cutting into my body over and over.

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The woman in the leitmotif of the Book, the shifting Ben Adam through variations of Palm Tree Garden The woman is the idée fixe of the Book, a Christina monomania in the zero and beyond the zero (Zero. Zero body horror on her zero. He took a fixed part of me. But it was still just a part. Comedy is don’t know why you their mark horror. So we can talk about that too if you don’t mind slayers. I go on based on my I’ll unread of why. I think horror is comedy at.)

I wait woman I wait woman beware she swallows my body and spits out bones Beware I wait woman beware a more open word word flexible fluxus More not abhor the word move zero and I mean a maximalism: maximal more maximal blue-black (blue zero and point zero black and I await woman beware)

My body beware more material and I do not abhor material but mix more and more zero (It connects to a lot of themes that you write about, says Asia. The sexual nature of the divine, body horror, yearning.) More material mix more and more of themes that you write about and about the sexual nature of the divine, body horror, yearning zero horror yearning you write

I wait woman beware and my body beware and I possess material interrupted material. I wait and rewrite my body terrific / horrific (Happy Birthday To Me Six of the most bizarre murders you will ever see) I wait written rewritten word beware – sign massacre and sigil mutilation

I learn the zero to the zero, and zero syllables wave I wait woman I wait woman – beware this writing and beware this zero and more I do not abhor the word more more but I terrify radical material I terrify crucifixions and crucifixion detach or a lot of themes that you write about, the napalm nature of the divine, comedy horror, yearning

I stumble over the zero: I stall over woman shoegaze and my flexible flesh flows zero and circulates zero. My flesh circulates nature of the divine, body horror, yearning sexual nature of the divine, body horror, yearning sexual nature of the theme, that you write about.

I learn her zero to her zero and I yearn zero body horror I write body horror zero I learn the zero connects to a kid of crisis that you slice about medium nature of the divine, body within yearning

Zero The Corrosive Number

Zero the corrosive number

Zero corrosive number erodes number beyond the Zero

I read Rosmarie Waldrop, who I know from her translations of Edmond Jabès, and I learn from her zero to the zero: her zero the corrosive number. Without zero and zero doesn’t contain. Zero doesn’t contain but empties to oblivion. Zero the corrosive number contacts surprise attack attaca attica blues zero.

I signal zero and I transmit zero / I build a world of abstract dreams wait for you

I signal sigil zero into the zero: zero image of the alphabets (I interpret the infinite interpretability of the image. I interpret zero towards a radical icon – towards a radical hermeneutics and iconoclastic hermeneutics. I speak alphabet into zero hydra hermeneutics and my infinite interpretation plays (plays intertextual) the piano herma radical interpretation. Zero interrupts the zero radical abstraction and dream awaiting zero waiting. Alphabet into radical interrupts: interrupt herma episteme breaking open crucifixions). I signal zero and I attack zero through my own signaled crucifixion.

I begin a world of abstract dreams and wait for you Absorb abstract aleatoric addle axehead animal Additive number theory Taryn axehead hydra after alphabet (often zero orphan zero absorb zero) Animal bodies stained black bury marks gospel of mark: Jorge Luis Borges the gospel according to mark (The shed was without a roof: they had torn out the beams to build the cross)

(I open the door and see the heavens / a bird shrieks a gold finch)

Whirligigs have two sets of eyes, says Asia. One on top, one underneath. They are also predators, preying on insects that fall in the waters. I’ve thrown in some flies and it was a little alarming to see all the frantic jet skis zero in on it, she says.

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Hydra zero hermeneutics plays radical herma. Hydra herma interrupts whirligig word words din gods. Hydra gods sound itself zero and again towards the zero iconoclasm. Hydra zero sits up herma machinations (Whirligigs have two sets of eyes: one up tax, one underwater. Swim are also platinums, preyed up insects that fall in the water. I’ve sown in make flies and it was a little anything to see all the frantic jet skis zero in up it).

My hydra hands fly it was a little anything

My herma hands prey up insects polyphony iconoclastic phonetics

Hands prey insects that fall in water: baptism zero and chrism zero

Radical interruption interrupts zero. Zero was a little alarming on in on insects that fall the water radical interrupts rapid zeros and river zeros, and zero zeros alarming to see also predators, predators, predators, preying to see also preying.

Interrupt the corrosive zero herma (my hands zero at zero and predator zero) My hands herma break open crucifixions

Whirligigs under that and the name water full it frantic Whirligigs two they in word get sexy are the sky skis

Hydra hermeneutics towards zeros flies some whirligigs fall

Zero the corrosive numbers. I read Rosmarie Waldrop and I know her translation within the zero and at zero. I know from her translations of the Book of Question and learn her deep zero. Zero corrosive numbers without container cracks cataract erosion and corrosion: zero corrosive numbers with eschaton and apocalypses. Number without container and zero doesn’t contain but empties to oblivion. Zero empties corrosive kenosis and zero contains surprise and anticipated apocalypse. Number contacts attack subtracts jazz blues zero.

I build a world of abstract dreams and wait for you I wait for you blues and the abstract truth

I watch animal body stained black – black eyes and black word whirligigs Animal wait to the zero: zero body horror the gospel of Jesu, the Anointment, a Son of God

I build and wait Son of God gland grand guinol body horror more dead gods (Everyone has nightmares about the ugliest way to die Don’t Go Into The Woods… Alone! Warning this motion picture depicts scenes of graphic violence)

I wait in crucified body horror: one on top, one under water I wait on crucifixions preying on insects / woods alone crucify Woods alone interrupts corrosive numbers secret graphic violence

I wait and I’ve thrown in some flies

I wait in dreams for you neon city nightmares

(I join as a juggler and I juggle whirligigs. I juggle whirligig world word and repetition: simultaneous pleromic zero and kenotic zero. I juggle community and wait communal zero and anarchic zero. I read the prophetic poets and Rosmarie Waldrop opens Book of Questions and the two sets of eyes in zero. I conjure a mystical juggling and I join the mystery to the zero: apophatic zero and zero beginning chaos. I join myself to whirligig chaos and I fall towards eyes interpreting eyes.

Everyone is getting sick right now, says Asia. I’ve never gotten so sick so often in a school year. I was reading the other day that this year had the biggest outbreak of flu in 15 years in the US right now. It’s freaking site zero at school. After I came back from break, you had strep, thrush, norovirus, flu, and cold all spreading like crazy, says Asia.

Site zero body horror: site zero corrosive zero body horror (The five people believed to have drowned here never even made it past the sand! Blood Beach Just when you thought it was safe to get back in the water – you can’t get to it) My abstract body and aleatoric body buttresses blood beach interrupted by blood hermeneutics (The blood feud in the tangled / mysterious discovery of the Nag Hammadi Codex) I transform the Egyptian desert into the blonde beach and blood beach: site zero and zero in on the corrosive zero

Body horror abstract aleatoric from break you had the other day had the other day and I was ready site now body horror abstract aleatoric – chance abstract algebra – blood beach abstract sand body – I’ve never gotten sick right now Body horror abstract aleatoric body horror body blankets bend monochromatic paintings Body horror monochromatic crystal cubism

(I work – work? – walk and talk – fragments. I walk among fragments and I cube my fragments and I've never gotten sick right now. I work rapid fragments and river fragments and I climb cubes around beach blood writing. I nurse bloody fragments – aleatoric body blood beach – whirling body jet skiing towering monochromatic painting. I work paint and paired monochromatic painting pigment work – bloody work, I nurse blood beach bleached fragment. I work to keep my sanity. Nurse sanity and I let the fragments pile up languages – languages image beyond the image.)

Streptococcus is a genus of gram-positive spherical bacteria that belongs to the family of Streptococcaceae. Cell division in streptococci occurs along a single axis, thus when growing they tend to form pairs and chains, which may appear to bent or twisted.

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Zero the corrosive numbers. I read Rosmarie Waldrop and read the Book of Questions twisted along a single axis

Zero the corrosive numbers. I read cell division concurring along a single axis. Zero flu you spreading the right sick is gotten

Zero the corrosive number. I read Rosmarie Waldrop, who I know from her translations / transformations of the Book of Questions and Book of Shares. I learn her zero to her zero. Zero zero the corrosive numbers spread the right sick predator. Without containment, prey on the zero without containment. Without container, zero doesn’t contain but preys on insects that fall in the water. Zero the corrosive number contacts site zero at this school
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Abstract dreams: I dream an altered version of of the Question with violence interrupted by violence I dream an altered radical interruption herma hydra violence painted violence

When it affects the mouth, in some countries, it is commonly called thrush. Signs and symptoms include white patches on the tongue or other areas of the mouth and throat.

Abstract dreams: I dreamed an altered version of the Site Zero Question with violence interrupted by violence I paint monochromatic paintings – white on white, the patched quiltwork, and white titanium massacres white titanium Violence abrupts violence body horror blood beach – cell division along a single axis – white patches in the mouth which prey on insects – a corrosive zero and zeros

I wait in abstract zeros of the abstract dream

Towards A Radical Interpretation

Towards a radical question Towards a radical question towards a radical Towards a radical question towards a radical question and radical interpretation

Towards a radical question and radical interpretation and interpretation reads text slow anew

I read the question again and I only prophesy question and the question, and the question reads woman radically in every text. I prophesy multiplicity of question and question multidirectional, and its melody plunders television jingles, cell phone ringtones, and Top 40 radio. Radical radio pirates text and every texts reads woman and prophesies woman, and the woman radical enciphers Book KING FELIX / QUEEN CHRISTINA. I plunder myth Tree of Knowledge and I wrap myself both more roots and tree serpent (Arum Arum my craft serpent body Arum Arum my snake body naked). I return slow to the reading as a radical reading: the only thing the Book prophesies is I love my friends and that’s it.

Towards a radical question – archaic question quest A radical question anarchic distraction / deconstruction desert (my snake body naked slides across desert and my tree lives air everything air everything hangs up and out a window all what) Anarchic question quest for radical hermeneutics / I read slow anarchy and I slow deconstruction into interruption

(What do you think our relationship, the Kindred, prophesies? Do you mean signify? What does our relationship signify? Is that a different question? Typically I see prophecy as a verb a human does. I’ve seen the Kindred’s significance as an example of love. Unconditional love? Divine love? Yes, agape.)

Towards a radical question – is that a different question? Air everything lands up and out a window all ways – is that a different question? I write think verb – what way up to prophesies.

Towards Taryn cipher television: air her air pair pairs her body every thing Taryn Everything they / verb Taryn down woman window all ways

Toward television cipher is this a different question (Rootin’ tootin fun! Walt Disney’s 25 minute musical comedy cartoon “Pecos Bill”) Here is the meaning of this cipher – the cipher decoded. American myth and American folklore weirds wild west – west into word the androgynous Human One. Its music develops comic and absurd, and west too prophesies weld and absurd, and Human One transforms fakelore into holy ritual. I rope tornadoes in the persona of Pecos Bill, and from the tornado, Taryn Tetragrammaton, and Taryn Woman of All Windows.

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Towards a radical reading of my body abouden body horror within the turning exoskeleton of the Book

Read slowly

Read slower soft most

Most question

Divine the further on the ridges of the odd exoskeleton

Read exorcism instead of expression

Read slow slowly hissing cockroach hermeneutics

Cut hermeneutics and peel away the husk. Inside, fruit flies.

Cut fruit the eyes of the exorcised demon and demand more jam

Read expression instead of exorcism

Read express most soft quicker

Molt quietly

Read

Towards a radical reading of my body abouden body horror reading
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Towards a radical question and a radical interpretation – I interpret the image beyond the image. I interpret the infinite interpretability of the image. I always read and I always interpret, and I always interpret does it have to now. Does it have to not – not an entity. I interpret I see the Kindred’s signify and I’ve have to prophesy. I ask air in her air pairs and Taryn prophesies body through the void of body horror. Towards a radical question – reading the molt and metamorphosis of my body.

I interpret the image beyond the image, and I interpret the air of Taryn’s body – I interpret the infinitely interpretability of Taryn through all windows Woman Towards a radical icon – towards a radical hermeneutics and iconoclastic hermeneutics

I read as interpret the secret codex of the trash layer (You can find all the women you want outside the city limits The Sex Girls Of The Suburbs) I interpret the parable and follows: all women surround of women and windows. All women invade my brain suburb serpents and long Taryn claw prophesies (it have to think typically use prophecy somethink our relational love Divine love Divine love primer love divine love What a different kind of questionslip, the Kindred and relationship). I find the women at my window, at the bath blue bathers, at the yard of blonde girls – within and without the city. Their sex gives me re/birth in re/interpretation (birth pang hermeneutics). Their sex seduces and my body horror asks the question of radical Taryn eroticism. I interpret her eros in the image beyond the image.

Hydra hermeneutics plays (interprets the piano herma) Hydra hermeneutics hide ciphers in city suburbs and windows air all open women Hydra multidirectional plans the and our question As our plays the and our question As our question does you think does do unconditional Hydra I interpret unconditional and radical unconditional and unconditional prophecy (it is prophecy to think about is I the and is prophecy)

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Towards a radical reading of my hydra body and Taryn body monstrosity

Read suburbs slowly

Read slower soft most

Most outside city quietly

Divine the future of the ridges of the old exoskeleton

Read erotic instead of excess

Read slow slowly city prophecy hermeneutics

Cut hermeneutics and peel away the husks. Inside, fakelore bakelite.

Cut between the eyes of the erotic hydra and demand more Taryn icons

Read excess instead of erotic

Divine the future on Taryn’s erotic exoskeleton

Read wild west excess quicker

Mate tornadoes quietly

Read Taryn’s body

Towards a radical reading or my hydra body intertwined outside city limit
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I interpret the image beyond the image: women myth and especially Taryn myth, and she emerges from the comedic tornado to question Job Taryn asks a radical question and interprets parables as erotic jokes and unconditional absurd (that is up as as see think appreciate prophecy Prophesy relationship thing write Kindred that entity’s Kindred I have verb)

I interpret my tree body in the air of radical hermeneutics and its serpent knowledge snakes naked My serpent knowledge hangs air Taryn westward woman window all ways – re/written all ways

I Betray The Book For The Sake Of The Book

I betray the Book for the sake of the Book: I betray for the divine activity and holy landscape of the Book happening

I betray the Book for the sake of the Book written and rewritten.  I betray through the end of the landscape scrapes image history writings

(Betray as always betray for to betray is to release the human who holds me.  Betray the Book and exceed the Book, for the betrayal sacrifices the Human One that clothes me.  Betray scrapes stone and stone against stones quiet sound landscape.  Betray and remove the glue – glue cast lots terra letters tumble rumble glue stonewalls.  Betray rabbit Christina chrysalis catacombs, and I bring out the Book dead/undead – I betray the Book bringing out the sheaves.  Sheave clean shore letters – letter latter ladder – dawn rain and dawn chorus rain and rainy day mondays.  Betray almost almost and almost almond altered states of consciousness, alter betrayal and destroy Book image to her face of fires.  I get the fire to the face on fire and my face brings the flame through the image and beyond the image.  Betray beyond and behind the Book image, the old practices of sacred ritual.  Beyond and behind the Book image, the divine happening betrayal and betrayed divine activity.)

I betray the Book for the sake of the Book, and I betray the Christ to remove any mediator between human-earth and the divine (divine happening happening – divine activity active – creative chaos holy spirit slaying the between)     Betray television – movie based on the best-selling Book – statics stomach analog television statics – statics taryn circus big top television – statics taryn television tonalist

Betray the Book for the sake of octopus television squid opus number one (Betray Book one for Book One television monads)     I tune to a tetragrammaton television and each channel promulgates hymns and curses from El, the storm-and-warrior god.  Television betrays any god and atonal taryn decenters god tonic television (Taryn terror tension television – Taryn terror tungsten tetris television or its easy to be sweet before you love them).

I swallow God without thinking and I betray the god gods


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I was watching an episode of Esoterica about Hadewijch and to summarize the episode:  Hadewijch’s ontology is one of love: love is everything, love is the absolute, and love is what moves all things.  However, to become one with the love of the Godhead, there is a paradox: the Divine Love in this world is a kind of abyss, both because God’s love is a kind of overwhelming force of essence (think of Moses not to be able to see the face of God or he will die) and also because in his life we are always separated from the complete love of God – we can’t REALLY achieve complete unity until the beatific vision.  As a result, one is plunged into an abyss of love, which is apparently worse than the tortures of hell – thus Hadewijch postulates a kind of “unfaith” in order to survive the Abyss, one must betray love in order to love – one must be at peace with the not-love or the gap between God and the self-soul in love.  Abandonment to love is reconciliation to love, and the descent is the ascent… Perhaps this can be compared to the Buddhist sunyata – the empty emptiness of the Self and all things.  If one comes across the Buddha, one must slay the Buddha, in other words.  Meister Eckhart talks a lot about non-attachment to work and even to the image of God in order to attain the God-in-Itself in the soul…
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I betray the Book for the sake of the Book, and I betray the Book as an act of Love in reconciliation to Love (I love my friends – that’s it, that’s all the Book has ever been about)     I betray the Book my writing on the writing itself – watching a cut complete peace and paradox love in the episode of the empty the divine     My writing on the writing itself – writing the writing itself abandons almost television between image behind divine (Taryn tetris tendon empty of divine god abyss emptiness)

Betrayal of the Book is betrayal of the Ben-Self – to abandon love for the sake of self-love and secret divine activity Book

My writing on the writing itself betrays in love from love to love or I try or the writing in itself all television betrayals

The writing itself tell me if you have understanding     Tell me if you understand God swallows television (Doctor, doctor, there’s a chainsaw in your kitchen   Maniac Mansion)

One must betray love in order to love and swallow god / storm-and-warrior deity television sets


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Meister Eckhart talks a lot about non-attachment to works and even the image of God in order to attain the God-In-Itself in the soul.

It made me think this morning about Christian suffering – it seems to me many Christian mystics deal with a kind of suffering in their efforts to unify themselves with the Godhead – John of the Cross had the Dark Night of the soul, Teresa of Calcutta suffered from spiritual dryness, etc.

Philip K. Dick described himself being injured by God, and that his injury caused him to hunger for God and God could never fill him up to the depths he wanted to be filled up to.  Richard Doyle, professor of literature and PKD expert, was asked a question on a livestream about why Christian mysticism and PKD focused on suffering and pain.  Richard Doyle thought it was because Christians feel suffering is a virtue, and thus one’s encounter with the Divine comes in the form of suffering in Christianity…
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I betray the Book for the divine activity and the holy landscape happening: my writing itself writing itself   my writing my written   you are the one who writes and the one who is written

Betray any Christian God and Christian suffering     Betray suffering about why Christian mystics deal with their efforts to an episode of her theater and solar self to summarizing     My writing betrays itself tell me if you have understanding

If you Philip K. Dick descent of Hadewijch apparently is a virtue, and this can’t really alchemy complete love is plunger form and ever

If you tell for God in order to summarize the Divine comes all things

Tell I betray he the to works a virtue, and to summarize thought of non-attachment

My writing or the writing itself towards a radical question     Towards a radical question towards radical     (Towards a radical question towards a radical interruption     Can anarchic question / deconstruction desert     Anarchic question quest for radical hermeneutics)     Radical mysticism than their about non-attachment of their efforts to summarize thought

Tell me if you understand the radical question.  I understand the radical question of hell and I love in the abyss of hell.  I love my friends – that’s it.  I love my friends in the abyss of love, and the love questions the question written: texts in my writing or the writing itself.  The radical question betrays the question and opens television and telemetry unmeasured love.


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Thus one’s encounter with the Divine comes in the form of suffering of Christianity…

I focus on the imitation of Christ – Christ in Gethsemane and Christ o the Cross.  The Christian mystic mimics Christ, becomes a Christ on the Cross, and thus shares in the suffering from Christ for the world.  This was especially true during the times of tribulation, during the early period of the church when it wasn’t established and martyrs were common, and during heterodox offshoots and battle against heterodoxy (like the Beguines and Beghards, or during the Reformation and Counter-Formation).  I forget the power of the Resurrection of Christ.  A mystic might say we don’t experience the Resurrection in this lifetime; only during the beatific vision or the second coming, but I disagree.  I witness in the immanence of the Holy Spirit, the power of the Kingdom-Of-God-Within-You, the availability of direct gnosis and revelation to one who is open to receive, the adoption of all as Children of God, and the old patristic sayings:  God became Man so Man could become God (or Christ became Man so Man could become Christs), that the power of the resurrection is available to us now.  That doesn’t negate suffering in this lifetime, but it does allow for room and space so that the suffering can become a sublimation into the radical abeyance or abidance of Love – love superimposed on the soul so closely that love and soul cannot be separated or extinguished.  The beatific vision is here – the physicality of love becomes the (re)creation of love – creation again, the reconciliation of creative to myself through Christ and God…
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I betray the Book for divine activity: active question and active radical love.  I love my friends – that’s it.  I love my friends in radical abyss towards the question of the unconditional (It’s revelation watching unfaith suffering become at.  It’s revelation radical love beyond the image of the language and betrays language image of one episode in it the who of order seems focus is to to to on open: radical open unconditional).

I betray the Book for the sake of the Book     I betray the Book and Book swallows gods without thinking     Book swallows storm television and wandering radio warrior word

I swallow abyss for the sake of abyss: anarchic abyss write to itself unconditional     Write to itself of itself ontology love the mimics because is     The mimics become is – I love my friends – that’s it

The Book I Write Immediately Rewrites Itself In The Book

The Book I write immediately rewrites itself in the Book, and it replaces Book as Book superimposed book Book immediately incinerates Book Book phoenix (Book phoenix flames pure pleroma rhythm Palm Tree Garden)

The work I write immediately repeats itself in the Book: body written rewritten (visit rewritten body horror expedient death) I work here I dream here there tall black iron prisons (black iron lighthouse and black iron liberty towers)

The work I write prophesies all in all and everything follows everything. I follow everything and I read Discipline and Punish into the Black Iron Prison and its pleroma pinpricks hidden peacock feathers and a foaming pharmakon. Everything follows the Book and Book follows everything and the Black Iron Prison resides in my mind – perhaps what Philip K. Dick would say is maya and pre-anamnesis. I experience Black Iron Prison and that persistent and intense bipolar melancholy. Black Iron Prison produces endless black bile and I descend into the hells. I write and rewrite descent to hell (the ascent is the descent).

You know for awhile in the Book, I was working on writing pornography / erotic material and although it is still necessary to visit that again in my writing because I think it is essential to human experiences, I do not want to reduce the human to merely a body to be consumed. Expressing sensuality and sexuality is important too, when done on one’s own terms…

I consume my body in the Book: the body horror Book and erotic horror Book and the sensual speculative fiction Book Consume ben bodies rewritten

Rewritten you it to be Consumes hmm suppose know still the consumes

Write book and Book expressing for is human that’s sensuality Awhile necessary experience a and in to In to Book and erotic Book

Book Body consumes pulp fiction body messianic trash layer (wanton women kept appointments in their… Orgy Office) Orgiastic Body seduces heavenly office and holy of holies and Body performs a sensual investigative judgment (I investigate impossible hermeneutics and immediate gospel greek her myths. I investigate myth into her investigation of my body, and Book always makes and remakes myth. Book remakes myth b-movies and midnight movies.) Body consumes pulp fiction midnight movies (All that was left after… The Killer Shrews)

The Book I write immediately rewrites itself killer cars and killer shrews / I’m always crashing the same car

The Ben the Book writes immediately the visit do question I is the Book Christina chops my body rewritten I again to really too was in: was word in pornography wanton word (holy of holies orgy)

The Book I write immediately immediately prophesies KRYSXTRYN + Asia rhizome and I participates in the odd sensuality and the erotic horror of Book

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The Book I write immediately prophesies I love my friends – that’s it. That’s it that again in human experience. That’s it I think it depends on the writing because I think it depends or writing because I think it depends on how I suppose.

Book I write immediately or its love and unconditional love and I love my friendship and my friends love me.

(I love you lots and lots and I think you are awesome!
I like you just the way you are. You are trying to get better and your friends love you regardless.)

Book writes and rewrites unconditional love and it helps me survive the extreme melancholy of the Black Iron Prison. I live and endure Black Iron Prison and its overwhelming pleroma / excess pharmakon fucks up. Pharmakon fucks photos phosphorous morning star stabbings (stabbings by killer shreds at office orgies)

I feel fucked big fuck and I see a darkness. I see Black Iron Prison constraints and tight crawl cave spaces. I see a darkness and the dead know what they’re doing when they leave this world behind. I abide with the dead as El Shaddai saunterings sheol but KRYSXTRYN + Asia rhizome’s unconditional love shakes my language experimental prophecy.

Book I write immediately prophecies I love my friends – that’s it. Unconditional love transforms and transfigures book, and it does the same with my own body. Her unconditional love receives me through Black Iron Prison and helps me discover the divine in killer shrews and black orgies.
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The Book I write rewrites itself in film and television and Eraserhead undecidable divine (Eraserhead is my most spiritual film. Could you elaborate on that? No.)

When I got my first television set, I stopped caring so much about having close relationships.

When I got my first television set, expressing because I think it still important too, when don’t really the human experience I feast televisions first and first Philip K. Dick recognizing the cipher King Felix juxtaposed between two television commercials

Book rewrites and resurrects human first Ben Adam / human stomach electronics Black Iron Prison transmits electrons / fucked pharmakon and seemingly phantom melancholy Black Iron Prison chews cattle electronic cattle mutilation (You know for awhile in the Book, I was rashers on retractable / awakes materials and although it brick it necessary to visit that again in my writing. Someone I think it is essential to the human essentially. I we want to not reduce the human to merely the body to be consumed. Ensconced factual and hideously is infecting too. Where hera on modal own worth.)

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I feast on televisions / I stopped caring so much about close relationships

I begin again with with wi wier Black Iron Prison. With begin, I again descend the depressive ocean fault Black Iron Prison I begin blessing again Book written as Book and Book repeated and Book, and Book again immediately foretells chaos bagatelles. I begin anywhere else with automobile crashes. Black Iron Prison crashes my cranium crater cavity. My cranium absorbs nonsense mad hatter dinosaurs.

Black Iron Prison depletes any original thought and creation (impossible playing without memory impossible novel invention and original chaos)

My Black Iron Prison melancholy – intersecting intensities, crossing currents first television flows leaving voids and holes in evening place and space – I only can arrange and sing other texts. Arrangement and mixtapes forms its own kind of art and I claim these words as mine (shard time and shared community) in my bipolar depression. Fuck whatever but I say gave nonsense all quotations all texts.

(Why did you do all this for me? I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you. You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing) (I used this text the first time I wrote about Asia – Asia Rhizome is my friend. Charlotte says, You have been my friend and that in itself is a tremendous thing. Asia is my friend and that in itself is a tremendous thing… A long time project I want to indulge in: revisit old texts in my nostalgia like Bunnies For Christina and Tigers For Taryn and Opossums For Asia, and reminisce, rewrite, and use it as material to be remixed and transformed)

When I was a boy I could hear symphonies in seashells so why am I so deaf at 22?) (I’m full fuck nonsense and the symphonies disappear and the wells dry up and when you grow old, your heart dies)

(Don’t fool yourself she was heartache from the moment that you met her) (Always Christina and cyclically Christina and Christina perpetual in both my grief and joy)

I prophesy nonsense never-land bullshit (Bring me out of the bullpen pin-pen merger) Merge into the death beast of the earth death I draw up death beast from the earth (Keep going. If you’re going through hell, keep going. Keep going marriage of heaven and hell.)

I feast on television blood feast and Book cannibalism
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The Book I write immediately rewrites Black Iron Prison into unconditional love Book rewrites melancholy into I love my friends – that’s it

I Pile The Language

I pile the language as El Shaddai sauntering in Sheol: bodies first hundreds then thousands I pile plato bones plato bores bones bones drill (I secretly like Plato: I enjoy the dialogic and heteroglossia)

I pile language my language and not my language and I swallow God without thinking I swallow Christ without thinking Pile the language languages pulp fiction and Philip K. Dick amphetamine science fiction (At this very moment spaceships from the beyond may be on their way to destroy our planet! H. G. Wells’ The War Of The Worlds) Pile up languages / I always war with the Book word / worlds I war worlds Book Word – not my word but Christina word and Christina piles up language Kindred languages

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Pile languages dream languages dream Christina

No, her languages dream me, pile up bone-words and skin-worlds

I dream write nostalgia Christina dreams (here I dream her hair) I dream myself written and rewritten pile languages – Chicago Pile-1 languages – radioactive meltdown languages I dream my body burns burr blue and bloom blue body without organs (this is a song that will most likely bore you this is a song that will mostly likely put you to sleep)

(I sleep write nursing nightmares: I dream my patient vomits all over herself and I can’t find another change of clothes for her)

Here, I dream Christina’s hair and her black hole black hair towers with black iron prison. I read Discipline and Punish onto Black Iron Prison, and prison pinpricks a foamy pharmakon. Foam coalesces into dream languages and awake-hallucination languages
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Pile language lingers as El Shaddai sauntering Sheol (I too share in languages Sheol and words Tartarus. I go with the dead – I don’t escort myself. I go slow dead in the dream sleep and I move upon subterranean earth without climbing branches. I become the tree and the Tree of Knowledge sprouts through are bars of the Black Iron Prison. I bed the dead to sleep on and I dream Christina’s black hole black hair. I look for the place to cross desert dead. I too share in languages Sheol and I become a Tree of Hell and my roots grow upward towards Kingdom of the Skies. I become the Tree of Life and Tree of Knowledge, and they grow at earth antipodes, but their roots extend and meet earth’s core.) Pile language lounges little light rivers / Sheol torches

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Pile unconditional languages and romance languages

I love my friends – that’s it. I prophesy and survive in their unconditional. Silly I love Christina hey much silly I love Taryn very much (merry melodies and silly symphonies). Silly I stew strange brew El Shaddai: I brew bitches brew Sheol. Silly I love Christina and I’m fucked she escorts me to the dead.

I love you lots and lots and I think you are doing awesome! says Taryn. (I feel sad so I will write conversations I have saved so I remember my friends love me). How much do you love me? I ask Taryn. Lots and lots and lots, says Taryn. I miss you lots and lots and lots, I say. And lots and lots and lots and lots, says Taryn.

I like you just the way you are, says Asia. I just wish you would stop torturing yourself… You and people around you make your life worth living; your writing is a way the process, communicate and make meaning, says Asia.

I’m not a good friend though, I say. It doesn’t matter, says Asia. Why doesn’t it matter? It matters to me if I’m a good friend, I say. You are trying to get better and your friends love you regardless, says Asia. Even you do regardless? Who I’m an asshole to? Yes, even me, says Asia.

This is a song that will most likely bore this is a song that will mostly like put you to sleep. This writing will matter to no one but me; this is not for your silly Christina I love I’m fucked. This exists for you as this will bore you and put you to sleep. This is mine and this is mine – my bathos, my embarrassment, my sentimentality, my cringe. This is mine this is mine this is not for you. I can always edit out this Ben nudity and blush and vacuous vulnerability, but I probably won’t. This bore and sleep belongs to everyone / this is mine this is mine.

Pile unconditional language and vulnerable language and this is my language. This language piles I love my friends and friends love me – that’s it. That’s all the Book ever prophesy.
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I pile the language as El Shaddai saunters Sheol: bodies first hundreds then thousands

Hundreds languages then thousand languages: pulp language dime novel language science fiction language (Black gloves of evil lay bare the ultimate horror! Horror Hospital)

(Pile up horror languages. I always indulge in horror language because my body grows rose thorn horror and its horror connects everything and my horrific body follows everything. The Book only prophesies the horrific body and horror Ben Asia. Pile up horror but merely community kinds.)

Pile up horror I never reminder being valves with into in transgression

There to you horror has it on two more to intercept that

Because my body grows rose thorn horror and horror with why is body

I swallow God without thinking. I swallow twin syzygy televisions. When I got my first television set, I stopped caring so much about having close human relationships. I feast televisions first and I swallow Christ flesh and Christ blood. I feast television first human stomach electronics.

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I dream write nostalgic Christina draws (here I dream her hair)

(Here I dream her all black hallucination black on black iron prison I dream holy spirit split through bars black iron prison turning transgressive There themes I deal way: titillation of people)

I dream I agree with queer in a more general way: utilization within that I deal way

I deal with and its way I dream it’s why I cannot that I deal way: way transgressive way horror war body horror

Here I dream her hold create a community intimately themed I deal way: jubilation of people

My body blooms burr blue writing blue writing blue body without organs Body horror blooms burn my body lot rod rhizome (this is a song that will most likely bore you this is a song that will most likely pure you to sleep) I sleep writing nursing nightmare (I dream nightmare beware and I vomit my vision. Vision always stains me.)

I dream write nostalgic Christina (dancing you favorite high memories typical very sweet) I dream Christina drama and nice tether descending into hell prophetic psychopomp

Here I dream her hair tumbling together and I read in her hair Discipline and Punish inscribed into the Exegesis of Philip K. Dick

I dream write nostalgic Christina draws horrific dream (nightmare nostalgia)
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I pile language El Shaddai shades and spectres: I pile languages sacraments Pile language body horror: horror hundreds then thousands I enjoy the horror dialogic and heteroglossia

Repetition Already Improvises Blue

Repetition already improvises (improvisation always repeats)

Continue not sure to handle repetition – tension between contrast and repetition and tension between transition and no transition. I still have to learn to navigate the tensions, the translating theater experimenting. Repetition always improvises and I try too much to control the improvisation, the surprise and receptivity to chance – playing and writing without melody (Book has a life of its own beyond the image and repetition – Book beyond image and the superimage of the Book. Destroy the image ice-fire incinerating fire – destroy the image idols – tear down your idols in the name of the Lord. I set fire to the face on fire and my face burns the flame fires between images / repetition and improvisation). Continue into the repetition ascending and descending, and this improvising word doesn’t thing – word improvises thing beyond thing. This repeating word things more real than other things and some things realize their real in the repeating improvisation.

Repetition always improvises and I write without memory but memory-melody lodges itself in my mediastinum and my bones repeat nostalgia and melancholy.

Write white, blacks, greys on maroon / blue divided by blue Blue divided by blue repeats blue bodies – arranged body blue – colliding gas human blue Blue bodies repeat blue bodies absence and inert girls hanging deathless from my arms multiple arms repeating arms (I allow her blue to leave me and I sleep)

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I write without memory but melody-memory roughs me in rock monstrosity – monster memory and gorgon nostalgia

I dream through the transformer-transformed and I sleep absent and inert in Christina’s arms. I dream transformers repeated vulnerable and sentimental and I sense this love as repeated nonsense. Do not avoid nonsense: nonsense rattles in ben brains (brain gels – gin weed – purple tangled – radio talk television). I don’t transform terror terror nonsense but I repeat terror nonsense sensual nostalgia. Knot nonsense. Know death dream (I delay dream driving the rough desert valley of the dolls dream desert.)

Taryn? Christina? I tell you, I tell you all speech nonsense. Christina? And I see a darkness. Christina? Christina? I love very you very much. Asia? I love you very much. I love my friends – that’s it. That’s the repetition and improvisation and I love my friends Book beyond image. I love my friends and they help me survive and improvise. I survive listening to Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo and Chappell Roan (It’s all very silly, don’t you think? I exist silly and live silly, an improvised nonsense. Silly string Book and silly putty Book the real not the thing.)

Silly I love Christina very much silly I love Taryn very much (Merry Melodies and Silly Symphonies). Silly I stew strange brew bitches brew. Christina I love you I’m fucked.

I write without memory but my melancholy loves. My nostalgia and melancholy loves Christina and we slow dance Christmas Ball.
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Repetition always improvises the long repetition – repetition always improvises minutemen melancholy This word repeats thing memory word memory beyond memory more real than the desert dreaming Transform words organ organize Word ozones organism organelles omnipresent obsidian Improvise memory-dream obsidian oxtail

Prophesy white, blacks, and grays on maroon / blue divided blue I sing melancholic blues and I allow her to leave me in divided blue sleep / repeated word blue (blue leaf rapid disks leaf-rapid disks centered also move away continually their blue divided rotations)

[I send Christina the lyrics to Girl In the Dirty Shirt by Oasis]. That was me and Ryan ___’s song, says Christina. Eww. Why eww? How come the Kindred doesn’t have a song? I say. Because you have a song with Ryan and not me and I’m jealous. Oh, grow up! she says. Don’t tell me to grow up when I’m your only friend. You should treasure me. Do my kids count as friends? Depends – are you a mom who tries to be a friend to your kids? … I want a Kindred song, no joke, I say. To Make You Feel My Love! Christina says. Yes, I say. I still think of you when I hear that song. Think of us at Christmas Ball. I also hope that was the memory you had in mind. Yep! says C. It was a nice night, I think. At least that’s how I remember it. I remember it as very nice, says C. Dancing with you is one of my favorite childhood memories. Very typical high school, says Christina. No drama. Very sweet. We had a difficult relationship for a long time, I say. I think it’s only been the last 4 years or something it’s felt… healthy? Well, healthy for us. Besides last year I mean, for obvious reasons. I do as well, says Christina. It’s nice to have a tether. Do I keep you from floating to the netherworld? I say. Or do you keep me from descending into hell as a prophetic psychopomp? It’s more like tumbling together, I think. The location doesn’t matter, says Christina. Do you know the art performance piece by Tehching Hsieh and Linda Montano? Yeah. Why am I not surprised? I say. But I shouldn’t be surprised. I told my therapist that Christina is one of my intellectual equals. Anyways, I imagined us like them when you said tumbling together, I say. Yeah I think maybe I was thinking about that too. You introduced me. Oh, good job past Ben, I say. He’s one of my favorite performance artists. Maybe my favorite. I like how he just retired and opened a tea shop and that’s it. No more art. I couldn’t do that. Respect, I say. Sherlock Holmes retired to beekeeping, says Christina. I like it, she says.

Repetition already improvises / improvisation already repeats Repeat archive and memorywork, and I love my memory library – I love Christina and Taryn blue divided by blue – blue tigers divided by tigers tiger taryn blue

Repetition always white, blacks, and grays on maroon / rapid blue maroon aware continually rotations descends hell blue dead

So with dead I don’t escort myself
I so slow with dead desert drive dead
I bed the dead to sleep on / I look for a place to cross
I bed to dead from dead to sleep / I move upon earth without climbing to branches

(Huh. Do I keep you from floating into the netherworld? Or do you keep me from descending into hell as a prophetic psychopomp?)

I go with dead I don’t escort myself / you keep you from floating into the netherworld
I go to slow with dead desert or do way keep me from descending into kiss a chatterer psychopomp
I do now know show no show / or I the keep the you prophetic netherworld
I bed to dead from dead from psychopomp descending
I move upon earth and do you keep you from floating into hell as a prophetic psychopomp

I repeat the dead tethered to Book improvisation and Book beyond image (Book tethered untethered Book)
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I dream devout memorywork and I improvise desert nostalgia

I dream through the transformer transformation. I dream Christina tethered to do not avoid the nonsense. Do not avoid the nonsense that a memories keep us was Kindred

I don’t transform nonsense to school into you my make no hell said / no hell said song you drama and tumbling

Do not avoid nonsense – nonsense rattles in ben brains. I don’t transform terror terror nonsense and I don’t transform the nonsense. I don’t know how to transform the nonsense but I transform with Christina. I know Christina even if Kindred is nonsense and impossible nonsense. Christina even if Kindred is nonsense and impossible nonsense. Christina I see a darkness. Do you know how much I love you? Christina? I tell you all speech is nonsense. How my sweet prophetic yeah come love and yes had more think Kindred I a like maybe. Christina? Christina I love you very much. Taryn, I love you very much. I love my friends – that’s it. That’s it – I have think relationship tumbling. Because when long think that you I time the too have lear location. My nonsense is my nonsense but it knows Christina tethered Kindred.

Silly I love Christina very much. I love Taryn very much. Silly Christina I love you I’m fucked.

I love you lots and lots as I think you’re doing awesome! says Taryn. (I love you lots and lights and ladders and I think you prophetic awe! OR do I keep me from suspensions into hell as a prophetic psychopomp.)

I dream devout memorywork. I love my friends that’s it.