Human Music Makes Only Ocean

There was only ocean There was only ocean and ocean only alien melody and melodic other (her face utter darkness her face monochromatic black canvas face figurative form without my initiation) There was only ocean Taryn time alltime overlays theme ostinato Only ocean time Taryn theme ouroboros (body there is only ocean)

There was only ocean Taryn time
Alltime theme ostinato
Alltime ouroboros theme Taryn
Body is the only ocean: ocean theme is only face (her face faces void and void)

There was only ocean through ocean and to ocean and its tide tremolos periodic aperiodic all symmetries. There was only ocean and I write and rewrite oceans with oceans ocean to ocean that was only ocean. Only ocean oscillates continuity and continuity and repeated continuity (ecstatic continuity and chromatic frenzy). In ocean I utter darkness oceanic. I utter ocean dark oceanic and deep ocean oscillating dark. There was only ocean and the sun keeps on rising. I argue with the absurd sun and I film the argument augments oceans (absurd oceanic continuously intruded). Film and flash film and camera coordinates arguments (camera flash flesh X-ray specs)… I miss that strange woman Christina in my life – she works much out of necessity. I love her until the day I die. I always miss everyone. There is only ocean and everyone goes missing in it.

Taryn time alltime overlays ostinato and ouroboros (body theme only ocean) I utter her umbral underwater and she strangles me with the abyssal umbilical cord (know that all matter vibrates to an incessant and frightful music) I vibrate visionary ostinato / impossible serpent transformation

OK, the flute is really cool, says Asia. Like it’s not too much a stretch to imagine some primates inventing “sharp stick” but musical instruments do feel more human. Like, that’s not a tool for survival. It’s just to make music, says Asia.

Time all overlays ocean ostinato and ocean ouroboros. Time all overlays too primates feel survival. Theme it’s the much inventing more just flute and I jam flute. I improvise Eric Dolphy flute and I scale primordial. I scale archaic human and music sticks me side only alien. I improvise to make musical instruments do feel more human. I make music and feel more human and ocean vibrates awful sound and sound awe. Time allways overlays time. It’s not too much of a stretch to know that matter vibrates to an incessant and fearful music. I vibrate visionary archaic human and bear worship cult. I vibrate a stretch to imagine some primates and I invert sharp vibration. I invent shape swamp oceanic. I invent sharp stick awe. There is only ocean but I do feel more human.

I vibrate visionary ostinato / impossible serpent transformation I transform only ocean: I transform strange forms (I vibrate flute forms and flesh forms. Like it: not sea much of a stretch to america some primates interlock “sharp stick.” But musical instruments feel more human. I vibrate and it’s just to make music.)

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There only ocean vibrates and I feel more human – I feel messy. I feel in the mess of vibration and Book demands more mess. Book vibrates more filler or nonsense – but I claim the nonsense. I make but I claim the nonsense. I make the nonsense and I fill my head oceanic mess (it’s in your head it’s in your head it’s in your head – filler). Filling up the notebook and index cards and scrapbook is in itself a worthy and creative endeavor. Whatever my thoughts are – filler. Whatever my brain is – filler. Filler makes flesh human and the mess vibrates ocean.

Only ocean cackles witch bitches brew windows alphabet. A B cackle doppler eyedropper witch bitches brew window Latch at ache are psychosis (bipolar disorder dissociation)

Only ocean vibrates my brain mess fat saturated me – filler echoes in my brain fuller ocean tonight the sky will open up for you

Whatever I encounter in this moment, all this external material stimuli – belongs to this notebook. It belongs to the anechoic chamber of my skull. My brain turns Jackson Pollock roll credits (the band has stopped playing but we keep dancing) into messy Book ocean.

I study fraud cases and bankruptcies like the Enron and WorldCom scandal. The scandals reveal how money and capital only exist as a social construct and how fallible and volatile it is. No one controls the chaos. I write the chaos and I prophesy the chaos: I keep prophesying and scandals reveal only ocean.

I prophesy only ocean to make human music
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There was only ocean and I prophesy only ocean I transform the figuration and faces formed in the flows and intensities

She suspends the cow carcasses in cruciform behind me and I transform carcass into creation I rearrange black materials into black materials – my minotaur monochromatic canvases My body vibrates only ocean – music my body vibrates desert music only abyss My body vibrates a universal umbral moonshine and monstrous moonshine

Ocean Vessels And Vases

There was only ocean There was only ocean and ocean only alien mirrors melodies (seated woman holding a mirror; ancient Greek Attic red-figure lekythos by the Sabouroff Painter c. 470-460 BCE)

Only ocean red-figured and configured sound (I arm myself amphitheater treads treads trends treads theater I arm myself ocean treads ocean threads red-figure hauntologies)

Only ocean hypnotized sense and nonsense nonsense haunting

Only ocean seated woman holds a mirror / nonsense haunts me, the nonlinear open boundary between nonsense and mysticism

Seated woman holds only ocean mirrors and mirror hypnotizes me sense and nonsense Mirror hypnotizes me and only ocean hypnotizes me red-figures figure oceanic (Sabouroff Painter Attic red-figure vase painter named after the former owner of one his lebetes gamikoi in Berlin. The SP, a productive artist to whom well over 330 vases are ascribed, worked in various workshops.)

There was only ocean / I inhabit ocean vase vessel vase haunted

Only ocean red. Only ocean among Red Sea and Sea of Reeds. Only ocean Attic red-figures. I paint passages through ocean: ocean passages and ocean passions. I paint red places and place erases passage experiments. I paint red figure experiments and ocean displaced passages. I place only ocean passages, the passacaglia of ocean orgies. I place passage passacaligas through red figures or configures experiments.

Only ocean red configures red. Ocean configures red and red laces experiments in ocean passacaglia. Ocean ostinato pierces experiments and I paint red ostinatos. Experiment rewrites red orange slices. I paint orange and red pokes through my skull as vase (my skull as vessels).

There was only ocean and its red mirror hypnotizes with sense and nonsense. Nonsense haunts me. Nonsense haunts me with red and orange and the nonlinear opens my body to nonsense and mysticism – the amorphous fluid of nonsense and mysticism. Nonlinear opens my body to red-figure vase paintings. My body-vessel opens passages and passacaglia passages and open boundary. My mysticism injures nonsense direct mysticism – vase directly haunted by injury. There was only ocean and it drones direct nonsense. Direct drone drones turmoil vessels – verse vessels unbound ocean body. In my body experimental passages pass red-figure vessels and it mirrors turbulent ocean.

You might be the one who is your adversary right now, says Asia, but you are also the vessel that will take you where you want to go. I like to tell my students tomorrow is a new day whenever they make me mad. And the next day they get a blank slate to prove me right… I am going to miss those kids even if they have terrorized me all year, says Asia.

There was only ocean alien melody and melodic other (her face utter darkness her face monochromatic black canvas red-figure vase / figurations form without my intention)

Only ocean and Taryn time as alltime overlaps red theme ostinato and orange theme ouroboros
Taryn you also tell the to
Taryn my next mess be vessel
Taryn you were day slate

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Only ocean alien melody and melodic other

My brain decorated by noise inhales noise folk melodies / rite of spring My brain dominates noise noise compounded into noise slower word-noise

Only ocean – sound forgotten – another sound – sound forgotten – vessel and vase sound – another sound

(Conglobate: to form a round compact mass. I conglobate my body like a roly-poly. I touch the giant isopods at the aquarium.)

Sound forgotten – sound invented half-remembered – sound disappears in the memory of sound (memory of ground memory of earth)

I unearth earth soil noise dominating my sulci (sulci sound round earth resemblances) I unearth and uncreate / recreate in the brain noise chaos
Chaos only ocean student vessel
Chaos a to them blank slate
Chaos right want they prove me vessel melody

I try to make each sound after I have completely forgotten the one that preceded it Only ocean alien melodic other
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There was only oceanic and her face utters darkness Face utters red-figure pottery Face you like mad an are to and gory

Nonsense hypnotizes with the well-down plumb line. Line and measurement hypnotizes direct: direct-indirect hypnosis. Hypnosis hits harsh noise wall with noise art (art hypnosis desiring-machine meteronomes). Nonsense paints its confusion inside and outside red and I direct the fusion of nonsense like with sense ghosts. I direct hauntology hauntologies / jar juxtaposes direct drone jar vase collage. I direct drone hauntologies jar line and measurement.
These kids man even if the new day
Whenever tempest body whenever
Whenever when they make me and and the next day
They have terrorized me
Plumb line well-down measures ghost nonsense fused with flesh sense

All vases and vessels circle only ocean / vessels sit her mirror utter darkness
Direct drone direct haunt juxtapose
Juxtapose a man standing gallowslike in a car long uncovered
throws dead bodies expunge the cemetery bitches

There was only ocean vases Only ocean vessels

Only Ocean Noise

There was only ocean There was only ocean and ocean alien melody and melodic other There was only ocean and only melody

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Theopoetics press fuck flagellum / laboratory locomotion laboratory pseudopods. Theopoetics press ocean into the space of my skull and it travels pocket monsters metaboles.

(My head hurts sucrose sarcasm. My heads hurt arthropod sugar / the kombucha mushroom people sitting around all day who can believe you who can believe you let your mother pray sugar.)

Theopoetics presses plus park path pick park central park in the dark

(I miss Jenna Marbles. I watch Jenna Marbles video “Making My boyfriend A Romphim” and I miss the comfort and mundane of her videos. I miss the mundane of my writing, such as the daily nursing of Tigers For Taryn.)

My head hurts and I look what towards this something and I look and listen (look and say sequence) String Quartet No. 2 by Morton Feldman, and I prepare this scale longer – language longer lizards scales on enciphered butterfly wing scales (my eye scales intermedia multimedia cars slough hoax exist).

My head hurts only ocean ocean sugars

This is supposed to be an easier writing. This – is supposed to be more fluid and oceanic writing and I prophesy – try away reckless – intuitive musics. I fail this – this but immerse oceanic but the listener makes the continuity. This – I listen sound sound sound continuity (it is very difficult to hear that one, forget it, then hear the next one). I do not forget but sound sound continuity. I forget the sounds altogether and this oceanic.

Sounds salt static static dynamic in any case continuities

This – only oceanic theopoetics Only theopoetics with this – sound and sound
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There was only ocean There was ocean only aleatoric melody and melodic other (other her face utter darkness her face monochromatic black canvas)

There was only ocean gazing in ocean mirrors. Bronze ocean constructs mirrors inside mirrors and I sail on giant mirror and mirrored waters. One used to find, especially in country town, cafes where two walls with mirrors run parallel. And when you entered these cafes you saw yourself into infinity; but if you took one mirror away, you saw only one reflection. There was only ocean and the walls were entirely ocean. I gaze into the ocean, and the ocean cafe swallows me as gods. I take away one mirror and it reveals only ocean. I see only my reflection / I see only myself oceans
Only mirror echolocation
Mirror most ocean echolocation
Location littoral liminal ocean
One used to find ocean in the walls of my apartment but it takes away my mirror body. I find the ocean in my bronze mirrors body and through ocean. I unite Upper and Lower Egypt.

The power of your writing lies in the hands of those who perceive it, says Asia. How they interpret it is everything while it is in their hands. All you can do is be authentic. Your problem is that you are having an identity crisis. Your writing acts as a mirror. Your writing isn’t divine – you are divine. Your writing only reflects you. Others will read your writing and connect to something human. For a moment that space in their head won’t be lonely. That’s what makes it divine – that human connection, says Asia.

There was only ocean and only mirrors There as only ocean lies it’s It is everything and connection reflects as a moment

Only ocean it lies it is everything and connective Connect reflects as a moment that space on Only mirror others will read you
Others will read you are divine
That’s what human for a mirror

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I try to make each sound after I have completely forgotten the one that precedes it.

I make each sound a unique event (each sentence a unique event)

John the Baptist curses me with choreomania

Only ocean only mirror: each sound a unique event

It is dominated by a deep almost opaque black background, which serves as the primary visual element. Centrally, a vivid, horizontal band of red stars.

Your writing Your writing an identical Your writing only reflects a moment in space on their head

Glowing lines veined the warping wings of the subterranean electromagnetic forces almost like circuit wires. They crisscross the planes in all directions.

I try to make each sound after I have completely forgotten the one that precedes it.

Each sound the unique event of melody. Each sentence constructs its own world, its own word as logos. Each sound others will read your writing lies it is everything lies it
Sentences sounds sound sentence explosive
Quiet melody explosion-fixed melody
Unique melody-unique logos
I imagine a melody of noises and a melody of spaces

Make each sound how their heal your writing only reflects as a mirror Your writing while it how their hands of you can do it everything human

My brain dominated by noise inhales noise folk melodies / rite of spring My brain dominates noise for a mirror noise compounded into noise slower word-noise
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There was only ocean There was only ocean and ocean only alien melody and melodic other

Only ocean noise Noise noise Noise mirror writing Mirror ocean

Abyss Utters Underneath

An anarchic abyss utters underneath Anarchic abyss utters serpent underneath and snake talisman subterranean (night snake transforms the ocean ostinato into night train)

Anarchic abyss and abyss ancient of ancients utters her first word logos: she lights the lights logos She lights the lights leviathan

Seated woman holding a mirror; Ancient Greek Attic red-figure lekythos by the Sabournoff Painter, C. 470-460 BCE. I seat unsettled abyss and underneath my body duplicated by abyss. Abyss duplicates my body abyssal and mirrors continue abyss. Mirrors further abyss and mirrors continue my body abysses. I hold the abyss and mirror and mirror dyed all blue then red then red-black-blue. Red vertebrae mirror configures body oddities.

An anarchic abyss utters underwater
I bathe in the brine lakes
I bathe magick mirror lady of the lake
Bathe burning brimstone abyss with red figures
Anarchic abyss utters serpent submerges serpent talisman (night shake transforms ocean ostinato into night train)
Could it get some wind for the sail boat and it could get those for it is
It could set the railroad for these workers it could be a balloon

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Eating right evident abyss Abyss ant ant alien after ask ask an we’ve thou poverty

Eating abyss deeds mine ask of YH Sun Ra keep

The you trawling pinging deviate summon

Abyss beach break crack crack zeal Abyss with zeal lamp beach beach break taxi hear abyss
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Anarchic abyss utters her first word logos: she lights the lights leviathan Logos she lights the light liquid bridal chamber (lights leviathan bridal chamber molts abyss bodies / lego block legato babel metamorphoses)

I’m in pain, I say. Hell overtakes me. I don’t know what I’m doing. Are you OK? says Asia. I don’t know, I say. What happened? I am in the void, I guess. I have nothing to hold me up, I say. Ben, promise me that when you go back into the abyss, that you do so with love for yourself, says Asia. I don’t know why, but a part of me thinks that you believe you deserve to be punished and I hope you aren’t trying to torture yourself. Today is all souls day, I say. We pray for the souls of the dead and for those in purgatory. Who are you praying for? The totality of the dead, I say. CG Jung had a vision of the dead coming to him asking him for gnosis. He concludes one must converse with the dead, with their dead, and bring back that dialogue to the land of the living. I like that, says Asia. It reminded me of something Philip K. Dick said, I say. “I have discovered a new religion, and it is 2,000 years old.” – referring to gnosticism. We have no breadth if we do not converse with our ancestors. We have no depths if we do not dialogue with the totality of our past, I say. I think that we, as a culture, have an unhealthy fear of death, says Asia.

Anarchic abyss utters serpentine bridal chamber Legato leviathan bridal chamber molts a boundless liquid expanse of indefinite recombination

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Arche alast almond abyssal abyssal arche

Apeiron porous point plot point psalm serpentine

Abyss. Chaos stanzas. Strophic choruses. Apartment prima material. Primary materials.

Abyss substrates. Arche substrates. Substratums. Saturn substitute. Arche soft aloft.

In abyss, rarefied air becomes fire, condensed it becomes first wind, then cloud, water, earth, and stone in order. Abyss in order.

Condensing chaos. Ocean rarefied. Arche waves. Perfect river. I glow apeiron light I flow back into myself – deep-swirling, deep-flowing. Flow flow full arche abyss – fullrene Eileen idle idle initial ignition imitation.
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Anarchic abyss and abyss ancient of ancients utters prayers for the dead
Dead so souls their no in so of dead breadth
Fear of dead hell love dead bring we overtakes
I don’t those dialogue converge abyss know why purgatory

Abyss utters serpent underneath only mirror and only ocean (Bronze mirror, New Kingdom of Egypt, Eighteenth Dynasty. 1540-1296 BCE)
Mirror only ocean
I am in purgatory I am who aren’t know why but a part of the death

One used to find, especially in country towns, cafes where two walls with mirrors ran parallel. And when you entered these cafes, you saw yourself into infinity; but if you took one mirror away, you saw only one reflection.

Abyss utters mirror echolocation and provide me when you go back into the abyss Abyss utters mirror most echolocation location loft lateral littoral only ocean

I’m on pain – hell overtakes me – I don’t know what I’m hearth Are you you I don’t know What happened Abyss uttered

An Addendum To: I Move Or Mouth Abyss

Mouth anarchic abyss / I move or mouth abyss

I move or mouth abyss / mouth only oceanic anarchic abyss An anarchic abyss utters underwater oath…

I move or mouth abyss I mouth abyss agon again repeat agon

Mirror agon abyss mirror

I move or mouth abyss mirror (Benjamin as Pierre Boulez… Regarding his tendency to revise and expand his works of this period, Pierre Boulez commented: “On the creative plane, I live in a kind of plasma which allows me to move around gliding backwards and forwards. I remain within the same thing and I irradiate in several directions at once. I now have supple material which allows me to shift about in time and these re-creations.” Benjamin as Pierre Boulez working and reworking the same material endlessly.)

I move or mouth anarchic again and again. I mime Pierre Boulez’s prime mind to re/write: “As long as my ideas have not exhausted every possibility of proliferation, they stay in my mind.” Unlike Boulez, I retract no previous version: the reiterative exhaustive process itself performs-participates art-prophecy. History of prophecy itself prophesies / repetitions of prophecy prophesies in its gradual accumulation-difference. I move or mouth mirrored abyss gain and again prophesies.

I move or mouth abyss I myth abyss again abyss before the voice of the abyss I myth before the abyss only ocean (Before the light, before the voice in the abyss uttered the first word from the black belly of the night, there was only ocean) Taryn reveals the myth and monothematic myth and only ocean mania – repeats – rewrites only ocean mania

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Cut through cut through the cut through mouth

Mouth cut into heteroglossia marginalia
Cut through other sides mouth side serpents (marginalia melancholy)
Language is always a multiplicity of language and myth is always a multiplicity of myth
Move or mouth languages multiplies languages languages multiple melancholic heteroglossia
Cut through cut through cut / my very empty mouth and spear in my side

Cut through myth. I talk traces, crystallization, and sclerotic deposits. Cut through the solids, the fossilized myth. Variable languages mouth no voices and too many voices.
Multiple variable language
Heteroglossic vulva
Myth glisses cut crystals
Cut and anxiety insects itself into the monsters. Monster-anxiety voices mouths moving abyss too many classes. Anxiety gazing into grotesque garden language and forces my blood thrust heads to grow thorny languages (languages cut across abyss gangrene)

Cut through cut through cut through
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I move or mouth abyss – abyss an and abyss cut through difference-repetitions Taryn reveals the there cut through mirrors

I manipulate mirrors. I march mirrors ides of march. March mirrors mulch many murders. Mirrors not only mulch murders but slug song of ascent assassinations. I assassinate assorted assemblages – acrobatic assemblages and a national acrobat ben body.

(Bronze Mirror, New Kingdom of Egypt, Eighteenth Dynasty, 1540-1296 BCE)

Back when I was really depressed and anxious, says Asia, I would look in the mirror and I felt like I was looking at a dead person. Like it wasn’t me.

Matte mirrors matte black mirrors matte yellow rivers perpetual mirror blue

A mirror next to nothing A mirror none noun scarcity of enjambment (a word of meaning far from its sounding)

I move or myth abyss I mouth abyss back wen I was really depressed and anxious

I Move Or Mouth Abyss, Part 2

I move or mouth abyss

I sculpt abyss field experiment Sculpt field experiment abyss (field abyss field abyss field abyss mouth experiments)

Sculpt abyss experiment sequenza: abyss experiment zebra without zone and only abyss

Sculpt move or mouth abyss: abyssal mirrors / I live absurd mirrors

I live absurd mirrors: hypnotized metronome injure rub direct expel drone. Exist in mirrors which mouth abyss: exist in mirrors more abyssal sculpture. No end but immediate: immediate mirrors. Immediate euclidean algorithm aggregate mirrorscape – prime world mirrorscapes pretend this only earth only body. Live in absurd algorithms: immediate mirrorscape. Immediate abyssal growth algorithm algae antediluvian draw sounds from stones…

Where’d you get the scum? I say. In the ditch, under a bunch of algae, says Asia.

Sculpt more or mouth abyss: abyssal mirror / I live in the cloudy scum of mirrors

I live through a glass darkly – hypnotized hauntology – hunts hauntology hanging. I hang mouth mirrors in the ditch (ditch hypnotizes arthropod amphitheaters). Amphitheaters sound algae drawn from stone. Stone scratches stone rabbit rat king and I dip into ditches. I mouth ditch abyss reflects Kingdom of the Skies skies skipping stones.

In the scum? In the scum? In the ditch, under a bunch of algae, you get the scum? In the scum? In the scum? In the ditch mirrors In the ditch abyss

I move or mouth abyss Abyss experiment field zebra interzone zero syrup Syrup erupts field zebra (zebra again or against extra abyss
Against extremities eat home remedies
I ready remedy field experiment
Abyss extra mouth abyss
I read abyss sculpted within the human mouth and my mouth transforms into the Christian fish that fucked up Philip K. Dick

They ignored the peas, says Asia. I’m gonna try some nanner next… THEY IGNORE MY OFFERINGS. Bad fishies, I say. Next time I’m at the store, I’ll get broccoli, says Asia. And steam it for them. Everywhere I read it says that they love veggies and it’s bad to only give them fish food. You’re going to spoil them, I say. Maybe they’re still getting used to the pond. There are a lot of goodies in the pond, says Asia. Like leftover mosquito larvae and patches of algae.

I ready remedy mouth experiment / I experiment excess ready riot Bo Diddley beat revolt
Erase experiment rhythm intensity
Erase pace passages experiments
Abyss mouth erase mirror at the ready

I move or mouth abyss I mouth abyss field experiment and I move zebra I mouth mirror only ocean

Pond unified only ocean (they store and getting patches to get algae peas them to the) Only ocean unified pond abyss (there I read it for the ditch, under a bunch of goodies and it says abyss)

I move or mouth abyss monstrous mirror

I move or mouth abyss before the voice of the abyss, and abyss possesses my voice. Abyss possess my sound and my sound sounds life tower mosquito larva and patches of goodies in the scum. Abyss mouths my mouth covered in algae and abyss sounds pond stories captured by cloud mirrors – mirror cloud of unknowing – mirror through a mirror dimly and a glass darkly. I sound stories scratches by stones, and stones call zebra gallops / zebra reveals zebra. Zebra calls stone mirrors and readies experiments all abyss. Next time, I’m at the pond, abyss and only ocean there I read it for the pond and stones. Stones sound algae amphitheater. I run myself amphitheater treads threads treads trends theater. In the pond they ignored to give they love.

I move or mouth abyss Move mouth myth mirror abyss

A 4.5 meter (15 feet) light acoustic mirror near Kilnsea Grange, East Yorkshire UK, from World War I. The mirror magnifies the sound of approaching enemy Zeppelins for a microphone placed at a focal point. Sound waves are much longer than light waves, and thus the object produces different collections in the visual spectrum.

I mouth before abyss only ocean and the pond and ocean coalesce into one sound / pond and ocean converge sound-mirror and amphitheater I mouth where’d you get the scum / scum sound mirror

Mouth mirror acoustic acousmatic improvisation

Mouth mirror abyss sound
A field next to nothing
A mirror next to nothing
I mouth a field next to nothing and nothing

I move or mouth abyss: a field next to nothing A field in the ditch, alkaline clang of algae in the fobs under a pumps of algae in the ditch, arrows of balls of algae…

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I mouth abyss and I suddenly hear the song “Dead Souls” by Joy Division: someone take these dreams away that point me to another day / a duel of personalities that stretch true realities / they keep calling me they keep calling me they keep calling me. Abyss or only ocean keep calling me. Only ocean hangs me in the ditches and calls fish and refused my offerings. Abyss keeps calling me, a zebra intercepted by algae syrup and pond scum.

Hell or underworld calls me. Abyss mouth sound Tartarus or Gehenna or Sheol. Moloch keeps calling me to pass through the arms and I howl beat generation and jukebox angels as holy homosexuals – holy homosexual hauntologies – haunted lounge hell. I descend into the underworld because they keep calling me. The dead keep calling me and the ghosts call all cell she sells seashells by the sea shore.

Hell or underworld calls me: a field, next to nothing. A field none noun scarcity or enjambment. Oceanic language keeps calling me. Only pond calls me in the ditch, under a bunch of algae. Hell calls a word of meaning far from its sounding.

Moloch calls me move mouth bad figures. Call me next time I’m at the peas. Moloch calls me you’re song to give the scum in the scum (Moloch ignores my offerings). I pass through Asia’s arms and she places me in the pond with leftover mosquito larvae and patches of algae. I descend into the underworld because they keep calling me.

Nautilus shell calls me bridal chamber and blood chamber company of wolves. What calls: heresy hung or burned at the stake well-done steak (in the process of being burned to death, a body experiences burns to the tissue, changed in content and distribution of bodily fluid, fixation of tissue and shrinkage, especially of the skin.)

What calls me: maniacal mania mouth ocean mirror abyss scum
What calls me: ditch ditch pond scum ditch ditch ditch
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I Move Or Mouth Abyss

I move or mouth abyss I mouth abyss agon abyss before the voice

I mouth before abyss only ocean (Before the light, before a voice in the abyss uttered the first word from the black being of the night, there was only ocean) Taryn reveals the theme and ostinato / ostinato only ocean

I move or mouth mirrors abyss
Mirror monte carlo methods
Mirror maiden iron maiden monte carlo casino catastrophes
Mirror maiden machine mirror malchut
Mirror matter or Alice
(I wish all the hypothetical exotic particles existed. I hope for supersymmetry despite increasingly stricter experimental constraints)

I move or mouth abyss the lamp I clamp to the kitchen table (I mouth lamp claw kitchen sink realism table) Move – move field experiment sequenza field experimental zebra Move zebra interzone hymn at zero

Move hare her mouth syrup. Move – move more over to the mouth of her and her door hinge jaw unhinges entirely glacier chasm. Her mouth moves in the brine lake strata. Mouth flows in stratas and stratas strafe multidirectional. Mouth strafes zebra herd and their wild circles zero. Move strata at strata zero. Move hare runs bunnies for Christina at the zero and tigers for Taryn at the zero add zero. I sculpt my mouth into further mouths and recursive mouths swallow zero. I chew the mirrored zero – zero silver – circle abyss. I sculpt mouth-in-field and field experiment sequenzas inside interzone sequenzas. I experience / experiment recursively – inside and inside and inside – outside and outside and outside – curves in my organs early outside. I experience strata simultaneously and the all-at-once multidirectional. Move bunnies for Christina run out outer organs multidirectional.

I mouth before abyss only ocean
Asia Estuary Asia Open Ocean Asia Bay Asia Water Beetle
If you were a frog what frog would you be? Eastern narrow mouth toad, says Asia.

I mouth before abyss only ocean: oceans Oceans clamp lamp samples student light plateau plunderphonics Ocean sample lamp light lake brine light bright depth without surface strata Oceans sample and sculpt mouth sonar / lake brine echolocation (my mouth moves ocean evaporation)

Ocean sound stone Studebaker weaver basket ben book body (a continuous self-vibrating region of intensities whose development avoids any orientation towards a culmination point or external end)

Ocean sound stone against stone mouth weaves ben body (a continuous self-vibrating region of intensities whose development avoids any orientation towards a culmination point points zero and zero climaxes in the external end)

I move or mouth abyss I mouth abyss agon abyss before the voice of the abyss I mouth before abyss only ocean (If you were a frog, what frog would you be? Eastern narrow mouth toad. Blue poison dart frog) I mouth before abyss only ocean only

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Only ocean oscillates melancholy

Melancholy haunts hauntology / haunt hauntology heterotopia heteroglossia

Only ocean melancholy haunts the jaunt horror orgasm (I meet melancholy in the heterotopia – in brothels, in cemeteries, in bullet hell)

I anticipate anxiety in heterotopia and I prophesy tongues – lizard tongues and parasites who have developed fish tongues

I anticipate an anxiety I cannot articulate but it bites into me brothels and public baths and it interrupts any cognizant thought. It ruptures my rationality and I do the police in different voices. I voice inevitable multiplicity.

I mouth only ocean and I voice anxious heteroglossia, the varied-speechness of melancholy mixed with mania (another’s speech in another’s language)

I anticipate anxiety fucks up my texts and contexts – my language shot through with inflections and accents (Words do not exist until I speak them. Words do not exist until oceans.)

From on ocean only
I voice an anxious melancholy
I voice an analog horror melancholy
Voice less visions vertigo so onto heteroglossia

Only ocean oscillates melancholy
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I mouth or move abyss I mouth Taryn reveals the theme and ostinato: ostinato only ocean (Abyss anticipates the ostinato of ocean as only ocean. An oneiric ocean ovulates dark. Dark disappears forests.)

Anarchic abyss utters underneath An anarchic abyss utters serpent underneath and snake tail-snaps subterranean

Time Thrashes Alltime

Time thrashes alltime and Taryn transforms time syncopated staccato / down tuned open string palm mutes Time thrashes alltime threshold and I sculpt time foundling feathers slashed (I sculpt slash time thrash threshold)

Time tunnels telephone alltime
Trumpet time soft desert diagrams
Time she lights the light chrome lights alexandrite
Aleatoric alexandrite dendrite desert plateau
Tunnel time displaced placed desert plateau

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Displaced time catches Ben Adam alltime pitcher plant

I experience time displaced the misplaced plateau. I place myself inside-outside time on desert plateaus. I rarely feel real. I feel – feel fold flapper – fall long fall further feel fold. I feel unreal. I feel or am unreal. Am unreal – possessing unreality and belonging to unreality. Ben riven body slips untimed irreal concrete body incomplete. I rarely feel except for that anxiety in elevating intensities tightening the verb death – verb waterfall death – desert plateau death experiment. I rarely feel real except death. Wild feeler death tunneling time underground – time antennae death folded into ben body upward (Body Ben upwards carved out the reality of Book bound to irreality of Body Body scratches my body turntablism / beat matched Book) dissects my Body irreal. Time telephones my body all the more inside-outside and reveals my internal organs false parts. Time tinkers my body all false parts – all artificial parts – art awful fuck bodies. My body dematerializes.

My body disappears in The Cure’s Disintegration (I never said I’d stay to the end I knew that I would leave you with babies and everything).

My body obliterates in I’m always crashing the same car (Every chance that I take I take it on the road) I always crash the same car with the machine that fucks with time and time plus torque snorts refrigerator cocaine

Displaced time catches my irreality / black iron prison body Time tunnels through black iron prison walls and my unreal body blossoms into the axe head / axe head palm tree garden
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Time thrashes alltime and rotates her many names desert diagrams

Time thrashes thresher shark alltime / her tails splash desert landscape paintings (I point to oil and I pour out the pigment on unprimed canvas). I stain desert landscape hell inscape. I point to oil and I paint olive oil aleph. I pare back landscape with serpent scissors and the revealed desert cloth quilts alltime Taryn Travel. Taryn time alltime travels theme and ostinato and time transforms with ostinato. I think of Taryn Alltime and Taryn transforms the time in a tangled counterpoint of cells. Taryn rotates and permutes and arranges time retrograde. I tango with Taryn Time tangles with cell stressed stressed time ostinato. I move in time and out time, the Taryn car crash of my interval organs.

I used to have this dog, says Asia. Every time he went swimming in the river, he would jump in too and anxiously swim towards us and try to climb up us as we swam, meaning that we would end up underwater if we weren’t careful. Here’s the thing – that dog knew how to swim and wasn’t going to drown. That’s kinda what you’re doing right now, this kinda wild thrashing. Canceling your therapy appointment is self-destructive. Telling me to stop talking to you because I say I’m uncomfortable with your approach and then immediately being like “Are you really going to stop talking to me?!” is self-destructive. Avoiding emotions because you are afraid of them is the issue. It’s not going to actually fix anything to try and pretend they aren’t there. They are just going to come back later. Just remember that feeling a sense of doom and actually being in danger are not the same things, says Asia.

Time thrashes alltime threshing floor as killing floor I sculpt time killing floor thrashing (I should’ve went on when my friend came from Texico, but no, foolin’ with you baby I let you push me on the killing floor) I sculpt time and thrash trash compactor heavy metals I sculpt alltime killing floor pour oil pigment desert fields I sculpt Sculpt sliver time quicker I sculpt (Alltime thrashes plateau portal aporia Aporia sculpt aperiodic circulation Circulation circumcision)

I sculpt alltime thrasher in the cut

Cut time thrashes (You don’t have to go to Texas for a chainsaw massacre! Pieces It’s exactly what you think it is)

Cut time marching bands crashes and thrashes entangled melodic cells / killing floor counterpoint

Time thrashes alltime wasn’t going me Thrash that feeling to you aren’t doing in danger Thrash time cut telling to swim towards us (aperiodic circumscion asymmetry)

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Time tunnels through black iron prison walls and my unreal body blossoms into axe head thrashes

I hear the axe has flowered I hear the pace can’t beamed (Time tunnels they used that wild to are to we thrashing)

I hear something whatever I hear hyperreal
We underwater is is back went if self self
Just swimming destructive telling destructive
I hear something whatever I hyperrreal and I hear irreal idealism / I dream the god who dreams me and I leap out of existence. I hear the axe has flowered and it sculpts my internal organs in alltime first time dissections. My mouth foams fire flowers and here’s to because feeling river the stop.

Death flowers in my brain. I hear my brain bloom vampire bats really going to swim towards us and pretend the same. (Andy Warhol “Suicide” 1964. The artwork presents a stark monochromatic depiction of a person seemingly suspended in midair, positioned against a contrasted background that splits the piece into two disparate halves). Death flowers in my brain and it splits my hemispheres in swimming quarters being in danger. Death blooms just going like are you are you doing then immediately being right now. I hear the place cannot be named except death-time tunnels and thrashes like screaming at a wall. My unreal body blossoms Goya’s Dog hey hey man said the way you move.

My brain flower axe moving body cut in groove by alltime thrashing
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Time thrashes alltime Time thrashes unname swim

In The Beginning Was The Verb

I think of time as alltime and Taryn transforms as a hectic toccata and a trapped ostinato

I think of time alltime and she lights the light mechanical lamp machines coupled caterpillar plateaus     Time alltime tags train steel steal wheel – erase wheel for hell-hunger helling hell hang     Time alltime cultivate light lamps she / aporia to pimp a butterfly
	Mechanical light float cat siren alphabet
	She went with the man in the long black coat

I think time alltime verb: verb the fall waterfall great fall offwall alltime verb:  great fall full god fuller offwalls (off once verb visible verb awake   off once verb invisible god wake Christina awake)     I kiss Christina verb awake strange – strange time great fall Christina wings
	Free syntax freedom suite (I feel the verb off accent / free syntax syncopated)

I think of time alltime and I notate Taryn’s many names desert diagrams – desert landscape paintings – coyote intestine patterns
	I point to oil and I paint olive oil aleph
	I pare black serpent scissors agar oil alchemies
Alltime notates bet beta bantam birth

Alltime notates birth surf soft light   light drink desert
Notate light lake slate slake soft desert

Taryn time alltime travels theme transformed ostinato on ostinato     Taryn alltime allocates plane ostinato / ground ball transforms god oddities

Taryn alltime travels in time thrust spirit lights.  I abide in lights translated ghosts – desert woman light light lake – woman slate lake snake snake soft desert.  Inner light lake Taryn time travel.  I abide in time-lights and lights fall upward verb travel.  I engage verb with the verb renewed Christina.  Engraved with engravings or light, light verb Christina verb Kindred.  I abide in alltime verb in verb light embedded in translations (recursive verb geometry).  I draw out the verb time scratched and time etched.

Christina kairos kairos prophesies verb time
	Full verb Christina
	Great fall offwall entailed at such short notice
(Write and rewrite Finnegans Wake – my own version of John Cage’s Writing Through Finnegans Wake A Second Time – engrave the engravings on high and inscribe unsorted Shekinah filing cabinet – woman again Finnegans Wake)

I think alltime in the beginning was the verb: verb rivverrun past Eve and Adam’s     Past five trees in Paradise and Palm Tree Garden     In the rivverun Palm Tree Garden at EE and SS measure garden aleph: in the beginning was the verb (recursive alltime coiled compact in beginning verb)

I Meditate Minute Mirrors

I meditate on mirrors I contemplate mirrors chrism chasm and my mirror molds most chaos / measures minutes My mirror mines most chaos: Christ coca-cola Black Sabbath Volume 4 (snowblind billionaires) I meditate minute mirrors – miniature clockwork chasm woman – minuet medusa woman – as every woman gazes outward monstrosity (outward toward chimera outer darkness)

He made the basin of bronze with its stand of bronze, from the mirrors of the women who served at the entrance of the tent of meeting

I meditate minute mirrors – steampunk holy spirit women – shared abyss shaman women – and every woman gazes monstrous sabbath (seven chimeras chew walls of outer darkness) I gaze outward monstrosity women YHVH (out are toward weird dark dance bodies)

I meditate on verb mirrors and Christina verb acts. Verb fulls waterfall and verb acts in the fall off the wall (disco ball ocher outer darkness). I meditate on Christina verb mirrored in waters
Great fall water verb of the wall
Great fall full off walls
Verb fall waterfall great Christina
I fall in mirrors and off one verb awakes visible Christina. I fall off once Christina verbs and she acts on invisible gods – wake up and wake up. In the beginning was the verb and Christina’s verb makes the reflective bronze from mirror woman which verb mirrors what verb.

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I meditate on mirrors – I meditate on mutations text terrors. I meditate text night terrors. My personal obsession with the working and reworking of the text and texts – this obsidian obsession that stretches the time of texts, the texture of texts, and I fold texts tehom tectonics. I fold and folded fold texts pli selon pli – play of tehom tectonics.

Text: play plateau aporias skull material
Text skull patterns skin patterns copy Book helicopters
Text hard-bodies cephalopods hard-boiled eyes

I found and fold time text and time increases and I obsess time open text. I tag and trace Taryn Tehom and Taryn Tohu Wa-bohu. I trace increases time spiral catastrophe / strophic catacombs. I trace Taryn Tiamat time and alltime racing manic and ecstatic bebop tempos, and I improvise a furious flurry over serpent changes – ocean changes – seafloor spreading mirrors on mirrors. I fold text into text increases time – a long time Taryn.

(I wish Taryn was here. My patient still doesn’t sleep. I can’t figure it out. I don’t know why she has so much secretions. Frustration. Letting her down – nursing failure. I listen to American Football’s second LP (an underrated record):

I need a drink or two or three or four to spend anytime alone with me anymore
everyday a chance to change but the devil will find a way
and sure as the sky is gray I’m gonna die this way…

Without music, I’d be dead. Music is pleasure, music is joy, music is catharsis. I wish Taryn was here. She’d figure out my patient. I can’t figure it out. I want to sleep. I want to dissociate. I want to talk to Taryn ans Asia. My soul dies. My handwriting deteriorates. My hands deteriorate. Belly too. Death rattle. Disintegration of nursing. Seven wonders of the nursing disintegration.)

I fold text into text increased time geologies. Cosmic microwave background folds time-text into space-geology. I change the tempos into the buzzy vibrations and melody into universal melody harmolodics.

I tread and trace the earth was without form and void and darkness was upon the face of the deep (tread out waters loin-like androgynous depth of waters child pass through here) I tread and trace the same day were all the fountains of the great deep broken and windows of heaven were opened (splendor dragon of waters water dragon darkness sea red sea sea of reeds)

I trace all time luminous simulacra of ecstatic amphibious creatures
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I meditate mirrors and I gate outward monstrous women I meditate mirrors look as behemoth / I contemplate mirrors draw out leviathan
(Helicoprion davisii tooth-whorl from the phosphorous formation of Idaho)
I contemplate mirrors chasm – chasm chaos chew cars ate paris chew toy
Mermaid murk immerse waters
Mare maid stellar sea cow slender bone wall maul maw mair maid
I contemplate and gaze outward monstrosity woman monster woman (outward word outer darkness)

(A first-surface mirror coated with aluminum and enhanced with dielectric coating. The angle of incident and light – represented by both the light in the mirror and shadow behind it – exactly matches the angle of reflection – the reflecting line shining on the table.)

I meditate and anticipate mirrors, and the preparation of the mirror mirrors – light reflected light light reflection
More more miles mothlight she lights the lights cylinder lizards
She lights the lights put off an important decision in mechanical lamp light

I meditate mirrors. I contemplate mirror working. I work between the nursing as onto the nursing.
Mirror Monte Carlo methods
Mirror maiden Iron Maiden monster casino catastrophes
Mirror maiden machine mist mirror malchut