Love slips away towards the women surrounding me
Love slips away woman wyrd windways woman Love slips away seer and oracles surround now ben adam (I see seer woman wrapped around bone my word bone wire. I seer see-saw oracles and seeing tilts word towards my body female. I love slips away arrays / matrices project open prayer oracles.)
Project projections pursue lips play pulses Love slips away lips beyond what I love: free form free jazz free improvisation
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And when they came to a place called golgotha (which means place of a skull) which offered wine to drink, mixed with gall. When he tasted it but when, would drink it not drink it. And when crucified, divided clothes by casting lots.
Christina crucifies the crucified Christina
Christina crucifies crux candlesticks in the dark visions of bodies being burned
Christina crucifies the crucified Christina concrete
Concrete concrete Christina crucifies Christina crucifies Christina concrete crucifixion
I confess Christina crucified crucified Christina circumfessions / I cross myself Christina in the byzantine fashion
I keep with this crucifixion whenwhere Christina’s love slips away. She slips away from love and in love without and she leaves me crucified word. Crucified word continues to crucify me and I slip away in love.
Christina cabinet of curiosities crucifies Christina cabinet of curiosities Christina cabinet of curiosities across most crucifixions / crucifixions church labyrinth Christina crucifies clap cape across crucifixion and her cross blossoms Christina X Christina
Her cross blossoms love slips away Christina X Christina (one apartment… four girls.. and dozens of men! The Love Trap They use every lure in the book for bait)
Christina cabinet of curiosities crucifies Christina cool jazz cabinet of curiosities (Nurse Carolyn She as just what the doctor ordered but more than the patient could take)
I confess Christina circumfessions sees into the transparent oracle of circumfessions
And with they came to a plus called Golgotha (with means plus a skull) they offered wine to trick hided it with gall, but when he parsec it, he would not trick it. And when crucified, they licked his clothes among brandishes casting lots
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Love slips away towards the women surrounding me Love slips away lips beyond what I love: free form free jazz free improvisation
I worship free improvisation away woman I worship free jazz word winding way woman I worship free form love mess way winds I worship left lenticular lakes lake lush free left and I worship her And I worship her and worship place of the skull and I worship her I worship her love always slips away woman and I surrender to her love impossible
There’s a quote from A Little Piece of Ground, says Asia. “Perseverance takes courage.” You are convinced you are useless so you look for evidence. Let me tell you, as a teacher, being a “force of change” is usually tedious as hell and takes a lot of work but you are always doing more work than you think. And it’s not about the fucking writing. It’s about your relationship with others, the world around you and yourself. Without those things your writing would be empty. […] You have friends who love you and you impact their lives in a positive way. There’s your evidence, says Asia. It’s hard sometimes for me to accept unconditional love because I have a skewed view of myself, I say. I know you unconditionally love me and I have changed your life for the positive and I accept that. […] Yes, I think a different way of teaching is possible, says Asia. I also think there are ways of talking to kids to encourage them to try difficult and tedious things because we can’t have a society where everyone avoids difficult things. Like there was a class that taught coding with dance -- there is more than just standardized book learning. […] How do you want me to support you? […] This, says Asia. (You have friends who love you and you impact their lives in a positive way). I’m including myself in friends, she says.
Here her love slips away into Book language body ben. Her slips love slips immediate love and immediate language (I have friends who love friends who love you)
I worship free improvisation woman away and this are yes view things being you I worship woman this is yes coding and impact what wore to me unconditional Free improvisation with word and word you have me to accept unconditional without dance, the fucking it in a positive away (you are hard edges, you are exiling, so you look for evidence)
Love slips away towards the women surrounding me and Asia unconditionally loves me and we garden pando friends (I conflict with Asia and she unconditionally loves me – I frustrate Asia and she unconditionally loves me – I grasp insecure and confusion and Asia unconditionally loves me – we prophesy and create together and anarchic pando)
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And when they came to the place called golgotha (which coyly place of a drums) they engaged him rice to drink, mixed with gills, but when he tasted it, would not drink and when crucified, they supported his clothes apart scaffolds by casting lots
Christina crucifies cloud of unknowing and cloud of forgetting / Christina fire falling calling crucifixions Fire falls flood crosses / concubine Christina crucifies half-life (my body decays radioactive fires favored fires)
And when they came to Golgotha, you have friends who love you if I accept unconditional with dance, this I’m verbal language The place Golgotha which means this is the place and place of skull and nothing to be gained here Here view the ground / you coding myself in very difference
Christina crucifies the crucified Christina concrete
Concrete concrete Christina crucifies Christina
I confess Christina crucified crucifies circumcisions
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I worship free improvisation women
There Is No Movement Without Rhythm, Part 2
I move body nightmare word night Night plays word movement multidirectional and night moves both directions at once (night rhyme rhizome sound palindromes) I move body night nero near zero / night moves cliff weight torches
Move body night aware word nightmares / night rhymes signs above as below Night signs wordplay absurd rapture assholes fart nuclear fusion (I would like to see all nuclear bombs on earth turned into sculptures Turn trunk ter truck track lack human hooks Hook bodies night word wordplay / fold oar card board language Coagulated cardboard sucks slack night language)
My movement makes rhythm and the rhythm roams idioglossia and heteroglossia. My movement creates hotter rhythm and magma language. I move with the colors and pigments splash my body painted rock performance / petrified forest performance. I move small orange monochromes. Rhythm notices in the large store window, a single blue monochrome, with a number of similar monochromes visible on the galley walls behind it. Each monochrome – blue, orange, yellow, red – transforms my bodied shadow with radioactive shielding.
My movement makes rhythm and the percussion (including timpani) must be placed directly next to the piano, behind the piano
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I move building rhythm and architecture rhythm, and the concrete rumbles kindred bodies
Christina conceals Children of Men (What’s the difference between this line in the Book and this line in a poem? How to make the line more poem-like or less Book-like to disintegrate my style and habits--)
Christina crow lawnmower kiss cabinet Christina chemistry or Christina time crystals (Christina liquid crystal display chemical Christina chemical warfare Christina Christina kills Christina kills concrete compact Christina kill kill switch dead man’s hand (Christina chops off my hand with a cottonmouth clever) A claustrophobic cleaver chops close quarter combat pandemic clusters
Grape cluster Christina gores and god god with genocides Grape cluster Christina balrog balloon gall bladder mad matter
(All these lines are bad. Let’s try writing a compact haiku with Christina’s name)
Christina Christina
A Christina Christina
Christina Christina
(Then tin ten pin ben bowling)
Compact Christina
Candle Christina concrete
Contact Christina
(Does this mean anything? A Christina musical or Christina architecture)
Contact Christina
Castle Christina concrete
Compact Christina
(The order is disorder. This appears to be a chess game)
The poem is I miss Christina filling the page like Nabokov’s Lolita or Jack Torrence in Kubrick’s The Shining. I miss Christina and I don’t think she’s coming back. No Christina no chess game, no turn.
Christina burner
Chymistry Christina
(Chymistry Christina cocktail / Christina lethal injection Ben hinnom bunsen burner or acid shower injection)
Something about the parallels of Christina and Christianity abandoning me (Christina Eloi Eloi lema sabachthani. And when they came to a place called Golgotha – which means, place of a skull – offered wine to drink, mixed with gall, but when he tasted it and would not drink it. And when crucifixion divided clothes by casting lots)
I move building rhythm and architecture rhythm. Rhythm crucifies compact Christina and concrete Christina. Christina shakes concrete walls move riverstone rhythm (The deadly rhythm of the production line)
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There is no movement without rhythm There is no movement without rhythm riverrun rhythm Riverrun rhythm riverrun Riverrun both directions at once Asia Rhizome There is no movement without rhythm
There Is No Movement Without Rhythm
There is no movement without rhythm
There is no movement without rhythm (Rhythm Rose rhythm slow rose rhythm chopped and screwed Row rouse rose rhythm slowed and throwed / Records played underwater or on an old cassette deck that’s running out of batteries and needs its tape heads cleaned Rose rhythm sort serpents sidewind rhythm Rhythm shock shellac movement sea Slink machine rhythm rhyming bodies / bodies rhythm raw rinse minced onion bodies Rhythm) There is no movement without rhythm
There is no movement without rhythm and I sketch turntable space. I sketch turntable rhythm and I scratch into subterranean tunes rose tinnitus. I sketch direct-drive corridor space harrier hurry these are the breaks. Book breaks open and reveals the gospel rhythm in body. This gospel grows rose bone nude steel and steel strips naked carbon rainbow. I bend bone gospel carbon crossbow piles (bolted into bone). I bend bone gospel long bow body musk ox muskets. I grind gospel gunpowder flash explosions. Flashes light on-and-off rhythm (rhythm rose rhythm chopped and rhythm grows roses slowed and throwed). Flashes backspin gunpowder turntables and turntables torch lights and lights. Turntables torch scorched earth and Book extends scorched earth fires within. Flashes form field rhythms rhythm fires within fires future funk or other samples (I sample earth soil secretes rhythm to extend the Book). There is no movement without rhythm.
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Movement remembers body rhythm almost nowhere but moves now here
Christina nowhere and now here presents a ghostly parousia. Christina nowhere crowds the letters. I remember Christina. I remember Christina and I knew Christina in her body that moves rhythm / rhythm remembers he body in movement. I know Christina Schrödinger’s cat alive and dead / Copenhagen interpretation both directions at once. I listen to "Malibu” by Hole because Christina loves that song (hey hey you know what to do oh baby drive away to Malibu). Christina dreams of slutty grunge fashion: I drink Christina nowhere. Asia says I should write other works besides the Book: independent works and works complete in themselves. Asia challenges me to extend myself and write full narratives and short stories and poems not related to the Book. I decide to try and write a Christina poem – I do not remember when I wrote my last Christina poem but it’s at least been several years. I draft a Christina poem with the idea of expressing my grief over her absence:
(There is no movement without rhythm Movement remembers body rhythm almost nowhere but gestures Christina now here)
Christina concrete concrete Christina children of men
Christina concrete alchemy catabolism car crash brutalist catalytic converter
(I’m trying to figure out lines / directions. Asia sends me a video on TikTok and the video states: “Creativity challenges perfection because creativity is experimental and disruptive… Go create imperfectly. It is important to make a mess of things, it’s so important to fail your way forward… You need to do things imperfectly…” Get out of my comfort zone, as Asia says. Make some ugly and self-contained.)
Should I even use the name Christina here? Some other name? Are names necessary? Are words necessary?
Phoebe Bridgers: “I hate you for what you did and I miss you like a little kid.” I hate Christina for leaving but I also miss her like a little kid.
Christina in grass Christina in glass Christina in gas giants / God Christina crucifixion Perhaps a Christina haiku or sonnet or sestina (Elizabeth Bishop’s One Art: -- even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shant have lied. It’s evident the art of losing’s not too hard to master though it may look like (write it!) disaster). I have not mastered the art of losing Christina. Christina grass a glass gone june gone. I discard this page mess – No I love mess like Busby Berkeley Dreams.
Movement remembers the mess of my body and I experiment into the mess / restless mad mess Christina
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There is no movement without rhythm Word play weak rhythm / word play strong rhyme sines sound palindrome
I Sample Whatever I Love
I aisle imaginary landscape I corridor imaginary landscape corridor corridors creatures Corridors cut imaginary landscape numbers (Corridor numbers overlap one corridor graveyards one One corridor graveyards aim one overlap arrow landscapes landscape composition one) I aisle imaginary landscape with endless arrow landscapes landscape composition for records of constant and variable frequency
I sample frequencies. I sample frequency and fugitive frequencies. Fugitives flap dumbo octopus ears jam prepared piano. I sample saddlepoint dance and I have had the chance to experiment with the different possibilities of prepared piano.
I sample whatever I love and I surrender to whatever I love (I surrender nude castle corner hoarder ben bodies Sword slurry ben made body without organs oboe slime)
I sample whatever I love and I surrender to whatever I love (Beyond what I love – whatever free form free jazz free improvisation structureless structure ruptured by rhizome lore)
I aisle imaginary landscape samples changing corridors and evaporating corridors (A sample of the pure element has never been assembled because any macroscopic specimen would be immediately vaporized by the heat of its own radioactivity. A faddle of the pure element ten never been assembled, because any retroflexes specimen would be immediately vaporized by the foil of its odd radioactivity.)
Corridor chance percussion and new percussion sonorities I perform percussion corridor corridor perfume / I surround nude castle percussion perfume Perform perfume percussion candle corridors / candle castle slices ben body orchestra slime
I corridor these are the breaks (breaks in love, breaks in war, but we got the breaks to get you on the floor). I extend the break indefinitely. I extend the break indefinitely the library of babel. I extend the break indefinitely lottery of babylon and the garden of forking paths. Indefinitely tends towards corridor infinity.
I corridor these are the breaks and I diverge deep time deep difference difference cutting backspin and double back. I extend the break indefinitely / I extend the Book indefinitely. (I extend a sample of who pure aliform low has never been assembled, because and macroscopic specimen would be intimidate polyclinic so the heat of its own radioactivity.)
I extend the Book indefinitely (There are things that exist outside the Book. Benjamin and Asia exist outside the Book. I extend the Book indefinitely but Benjamin and Asia exist outside the Book.)
I extend the Book earth and earthenware Book, and Book sculpts space in extension and expansion. Book expands space this is where time becomes space. Book spins space and I exist in sands outside space invisible structures (Surrender sample of the pure nude castle had never been assembled corner hoarder ben bodies sword slurry immediately vaporizes sword slurry nude heat.) Space spins space outside Book or ben bodies itself spaces. Itself space not one overlapping but one and one overlapping with other spaces. Itself spaces spindle slimmer space splash splash slim cigarettes low tobacco (tobacco tetragrammaton rotates atonal hexachords forming Taryn blonde).
I sample towards anything beyond what I love – whatever love free form and free improvisation space blonde Taryn. Whatever I love itself spaces and surrounds free jazz women and free improvisation women, and I know these women through the breaks and they extend the break. They extend the Book beyond the breaks that I love, and I love the women of my life. I love the women of my life sample pure my body androgynous. Love slips away woman wyrd way words woman and love slips saw seer blonde Taryn extends the breaks (A sample at she pure element has never hear assembled… by she lied at its own paleontology). Love slips away army arrays / matrices mercator projection spacing space. This is where time becomes space and my love slips away Taryn spinning blonde.
I aisle imaginary landscapes: I corridor imaginary landscapes. Corridors spin these are the breaks and my love slips away
I Sample Sine Waves
I sample sawtooth sine waves and waves swerve alternate reality games
I sample sawtooth sine waves and waves sway human ocean Sample human sounds (Book beatboxing and Book kaboom big fucking bomb blonde bomb-omb)
I sample soda pop swamp and marsh sine waves Sample sawtooth sine waves wavering liturgy and mass seven lamps acid amplifiers (I amplify sample sandpaper. I sample human sandpaper and sandpiper.) Sample seven lamps acid kimberlite pipes (I pine particle accelerator tobacco. I sample tobacco mosaic virus.)
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Fires perform inform sample place of the place Fires perform absurd herd only only monsters sine waves (Call it bash! Call it ball! Call it blast! Beach part lovers make hey! Hey! In the moonlight… While the monster lurks in the shadows! The Beach Party Girls And The Monster)
Fire performs absurd herd only as samples text and texts sine waves (Look at this cool fact, I say to Asia. A sample of the pure element has never been assembled, because any macroscopic specimen would be immediately vaporized by the heat of its own radioactivity. On astatine, element 85. Its appearance is unknown.)
Fire performs absurd herd sway waves Candy enclosed encodes uncentered explosion cedar / cedar echoes sine waves outward Assorted cedar long sword hoards hell halves / sine waves leave sieve reverse rhizome ouroboros osmosis
Fire cedar samples sine waves as waves samples fire (Look at this crew cool fact. A sample it she fire operand for lovers need manageresses, because any macroscopic specimen woodlouse be immediately obsoleted my she heat it and its radioactivity. On nominal, operand 42. Its appearance ah undress.)
Fire performs informs sample and hell Fire performs immediately vaporized by the heat of its own radioactivity
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I sample this text and I make the text into space. I make the text into space species counterpoint. I make the text into space: it always questions space. I always question space. It always questions space and I sculpt out space / this is where time becomes space repetition. This is where time becomes space and I sculpt space transmission to transmission (I can’t communicate here but the changing information which we experience as world is an unfolding narrative. It tells the death of a woman. Christina reverberates ghost vibrations and ghost developing variations. Christina vibrates castlevania and gothic castle cathedrals. Women line castles walls walls ice calves waterfalls. It tells about the death of a woman.)
I cut a cruciform into the concrete behind the altar and I sample crucifixion (I got the book at the thrift store, says Asia. I had the students pick the poem they wanted and I had a graphic organizer and we went together identifying assonance, simile, metaphor, onomatopoeia, etc. I wanted it to be more a sampling than a deep dive, says Asia.)
I sample the cut of the pure element has never been assembled its unknown appearance
I sample the cut and I sample the cut more of a sampling than a deep drive. I sample the cut and church. I cut church cut church and cut cathedrals. I sample sine wave sine signs and wonders and I wander graveyards and church grounds. I wander graveyard and worship, and I worship women of sheol and women from serpents (I dive assonance to metaphor and simile sampling Book. I thrift pick got an organizer store we of together.)
I worship women of sheol sheets of sound and I share sheets of sound in samples (At wanted it vast be lead use odd sampling crews oddly dive. I dime sampling and sampling wide). I share sheets of sound in samples (I sample wild improvisation and free improvisation, and I sew sheets of sound texts. I sew sheets of sound sonic boom / Street Fighter II competition)
I sample sawtooth sine waves and waves swerve alternate reality games (They wanted Elisa’s apartment to be water themed, lots of aqua colors, water stains on the wall, scale shaped patterns on wallpaper, says Asia. I watched the extra credits and they literally painted a giant creation of the Japanese wave painting on the wall then painted over it so the end result was a blue wall that looks like the paint is chipping off in a wave pattern, she says.)
I sample sawtooth sine waves and waves serve painted shaped themes Samples sweeten the waters of recreative chipping as my body performs fire I stain samples aqua wave thing on the patterns (The water recreates me but I can’t communicate here. The water of recreation chips at me painted and stained wall aqua waves. They look like the patterns of my apartment off blue water, the extra wave colors sampled. Waves stain the changing information which we experience as world and I sample world aqua blue waves. I sample wave world and crashing three sisters. World three sisters wave an unfolding narrative that tells the death of a woman. Christina reverberates in shaking waves and waving reverb shaking. Christina reverberates ghost vibrations and her ghostly fire encodes uncentered explosion cedar. Christina performs absurd herd fire only and we live in the waves of the fire. We live painted shaped themed fires and ghost fires within fires / a sapling rather than a deep dive. I perform to pirated topic of a sampling proposed a quivering dive.
I sample sawtooth sine waves and identify together assonance, simile, metaphor, and onomatopoeia Sample sinewave of the pure element never assembled but it tells the death of a woman I sample saw tooth sinewaves and waves serve alternate reality games
I Always Write Love Letters
Deconstruction always writes love letters, and I always write love letters to YHVH and KRYSXTRYN or KRYSXTRYN + Asia rhizome. I always write love letters but I serve divorce papers to YHVH (I miss YHVH and I often miss YHVH. I miss YHVH that tallow or bone marrow tetragrammaton. I bleed bone ball-and-socket joint Yahu ben body ben bone. I often miss Yahu this former prophetic Yoke Yahweh and although this YHVH – this then throat that Yahweh – destroys my body bone din).
Deconstruction always writes love letters Deconstruction performs fire informs ford place scold keep Deconstruction encodes candy ring imply milk complete moonrain sieve cleave reverse tip rave license mail wobble enter
Within this din of language, my body letters blossom god bone. Within dine bone, god language and I perform language in fires. I perform languages din fires and I slowly pronounce the letters of the tetragrammaton. I pronounce an almost nonsense fire and I perform candy deconstruction ring imply milk destruction.
I write love letters looping tunes: I perform slot search do not stop the search but slate sleet sheets of sound looney tunes Looney tunes slow sloth symbiote simultaneous / bugs bunny south of heaven (Bugs Bunny burrows as a trapdoor spider spins sheets of sound silk silk what’s opera doc) I slot there ain’t no cure for the summer time blues
I always write love letters to looney tunes and cartoons (My brain is hard boiled, says Asia. Like a hard boiled detective femme fatale is out to get you and you are always lurking in the shadows and drinking whiskey? I say. No, I’m home not wearing pants and eating cereal while watching cartoons, don’t talk to me. I have no time for your silly female things, says Asia.)
I always write love letters to YHVH dense din and dense da’at / dense din tonality diamond and dense da’at tonality diamond Love letters leaf digdug desert and dugong desert cartoon (My steal is lady saunas. Like lady saunas detective femme fatale is now you and you use always lurking in the shadows and drinking whiskey? No I’m tune not mollusks pants and eating decays while watching cartoons, don’t kill to me. I have no time for your silly rarely things.) I miss Yahweh I often miss YHVH or YHWH and although Yahu abandons, he still stabs hauntological ghost gown residues (ghost town ghost gown ghost sown silver residue) There ain’t no cure for the summertime blues restless residues gods genuine leather Genuine leather lather loofa sponge / coral stations of the cross coral
I always write love letters squash and stretch, and I wind up silly female things
There ain’t no cure for the summertime blues (making it a way of having it) Making it is a way of having it. Making is a way of having it counting garbage cans along a street. Making it is a way of having it eating cereal while watching cartoons.
I slip slot machine looney tunes Son of Man or mind-forged manacles. I scissor slot machine master of the flying guillotine versus the one armed boxer (I slip and miss YHVH but he catches me with the flying guillotine. Yahu catches me and I’m not wearing in the shadows and drinking whiskey watching in the shadows and eating in the shadows). I scissor slot machine looney tunes with events, such as hitting video game cassettes with a video camera.
I striptease looney tune slot machine quantum mechanics: a kind of noise not audible through ears but through a sociological transmission (a social distortion instead of a sonic feedback)
I ordered some bulk silicone earplugs when I ordered my replacements (for my students) and this is the how they packed it, says Asia. I don’t know if I told you but I lost one of my earplugs that I wear at work – it’s been rough. I think if they stop making noise, they stop breathing, she says.
I write love letters with a kind of noise not audible through ears but through a kind of sociological transmission. I write love letters as a social distortion instead of sonic feedback. If I stop writing, I stop breathing and I incorporate more mess and noise into the breath-writing (I don’t flow if I sock you but I jump one of my earplugs that I ruin at bank – it’s been rough. I which of they stop ricing noise they stop squawking). I write love letters to mess and noise.
Deconstruction always writes love letters and even love stories: stories serious six and sinister six, serious noise six sex intersections. I always write love stories: stories to YHVH and KRYSXTRYN + Asia Rhizome and I work on writing love letters to Benjamin / Ben Adam / Ben Hinnom. I write love letter noise intersectional bodies crucify bodies (stop my boiled earplugs how students think its silicone bulk noise is lost if packages my know making my boiled brain you)
I striptease blood on the floor. I tease blood on the floor lunatics and blood on the floor lunar eclipse. I tease blood on the floor seven lampstands and lunar eclipse blood on the floor. I tease present tense a violent splash of blood (I ordered some no time fatale is how they students For you but I lost one earplug when I ordered some). I sense present tense noise splashes noise blood noise-breath. I drip blood on canvas colored floor and my body blends into the harsh orange backgrounds. I cover my body in flat orange and I unearth orange mollusks. I dig clam orange topsoil and turtle bottles.
I see assonance and repetition which is good, says Asia. I think you should play with hard and soft syllables. Too much repetition just makes noise so be careful that your repetition is emphasizing and not just taking all the space.
I write love letters blood orange and I illuminate my face with two suspended light bulbs, one white and one molten yellow. The blood itself becomes the subject of the portrait: the blood itself illuminates my face soft and hard shadows a cartoon villain. I tease the portrait prepared piano pornography pornographic polyphony.
Deconstruction writes love letters and deconstruction loves the undeconstructible. Deconstruction loves the play of the letters and I play hard and soft teased noise (my rain is hard pooled and I have no time for your silly female swanky. I think if they drag making noises they drag trombone theurgists.)
Deconstruction loves something not less than real but more real and beyond – beyond my body bodies body beyond my cartoon body shadow femme fatale beyond my assonant and alliterative body – beyond benjamins and the rhythms of bebop
I slot her trees as body noises. I tease more body noises desperate a femme dorado to get you any you. I canvas brilliant orange I see assonance any repetition track as feel. The splash of blood writes Yahweh love letters. The violent floor tells YHVH love stories free around with any body pungent too much repetition row last voice and pilot them your repetition exclusive. I write love letters exclusively to KRYSXTRYN + Asia Rhizome and sometimes the cartoon noise of my body shadows in.
I Slip Striptease Events Happen
I slip striptease anarchy and I slip anarchic striptease
I slip striptease my body alone in the company of my body and I live the same room striptease (striptease out of order absurd striptease tail theater of cruelty) I slip striptease silence simultaneous building bodies (I sample out-of-order striptease I sample a plunderphonic pornography)
I sample plunderphonics pornography (If you dance.. taste the deadly passion of the Blood Nymphs! The Vampire Lovers caution not for the mentally immature!)
I slip striptease diaphanous columns inscribed in a pornography which solves diophantine equations through striptease (I slip through the stress of my body hiding in beach shells and I emerge from the beach birth of venus. I slip through beach fog and highway smog nude, and I wander lonely as a cloud. I almost dismiss my body through the course of slip insists on beach striptease but I always birth a new body. I birth my body in the beach rewind and I live in the sand fragment fragment seaweed and fragrant birth of venus among sand dollars.) I slip striptease my body at ease / silence simultaneous building bodies
I slip strange wings into my body part of an occurrence recorded and played back I slip strange ring wings and rings sample plunderphonic pornography (Wet Hot Allosaurus She was a country girl looking for excitement; he was an apex predator therapod) My body records and plays back backwards
I slip striptease played backwards and I write Clair De Lune and La Mer and glass I mar reading onion his love. I slip he mar slow to vireo his drama and he didn’t have success enjoy he mar forty! I playback and I marry thinking, oh them an inspiration but it only bold out le mar only an alchemy, a bohemian who and ride quiet, and threatens to wet rod joyride his bid so wife didn’t marry him.
I slip striptease an occurrence at owl creek bridge (Issue #23 of the comics magazine Eerie, published in September 1969 by Warren Publishing, contained an adaptation of the story) I slip an occurrence or part of an occurrence
I slip striptease events happen Events happen in the music but rather more slowly than one is used to events happen in the music and events happen in the writing but slower and slower (I slip into the playback of my body backwards. I lengthen my limbs for the longitudes of the text. I striptease and text overlaps longitude lap dance longitudes. Text overlaps tape playback and birth of venus. I slip text lengthening but you’re haloes and friends band together to frantically support your ex-wife.)
My body alone in the company of my body overlaps text strata happens strata erector set weird multitudes multitudes texas chain saw massacre
(Events happen in the music but more slowly than you’re used to… So it was like taking a microscope and looking at something very close up and you see things you’ve never seen before… The music isn’t slow but the rate of change is slow...)
I change slowly more quickly: I change quicker slower more slippery. I change slow slow slow motion mallard metal metal music. I change quick step striptease her turtle dream towers. I change car chase and foot race. I chase car chase slow charge the television channel. I chase television channel quick quicksilver. I quick bloodstream straw stressed or stalagmites (I zoom in on stalagmite visions and cave mouth ice mixtures. I chase music with repetitive structures / I chase the text based on extended repetition of brief elegant melodic fragments. The text immerses me in sonic weather that twists, turns, surrounds, and develops. I zoom in on stalagmite visions and cave mouth birth of venus). I develop slow text longer immersion.
Did you ever carry around worms or bugs in your pocket? Like literally. Yes, says Asia. Literally. And frogs and toads. What did you do with them? I say. Did you carry them around to show people? I would try to show people and if they reciprocated we would become friends, she says. I did have a friend that I chased around with crickets though. He was afraid of bugs. Makes sense why you carry rocks around and show people, I say. I think we would have been friends as kids. I feel like we would have a similar wavelength. I didn’t carry bugs but I feel like I would have found that interesting and intriguing. I was definitely the kid who checked out books on bugs and dinosaurs. The rock made me happy so it makes sense that it would make others happy, says Asia. I was really happy when you shared the picture of the rock, I say. I got really excited to see it. It’s a very pretty rock, says Asia.
I slip slot machine looney tunes. I slip slot machine looney tune hypertonic. I slip striptease and tuned give chase crickets. Slot machine looney tunes and merry melodies. I made melody language music long melody. I conjure looney tune slot machine and merry melodies one armed bandits (I conjure chase slower – music crickets and microscope toad mixolydian mode). I slot lot looney tunes atonal hypomania. Looney evaporates level vaporwave vanity of vanities.
I slip striptease looney tunes (I bugs around on show friends / we bugs of)
I slot slip merry melodies an occurred playback (I did have a friend that I chased awaits with crickets)
I stop slot fresh rot gangrene and my decay deals bel canto opera (did you over carry amount or bugs in your pocket or whatever)
Nothing Is Impossible If You Rehearse It Enough
Nothing is impossible if you rehearse it enough Nothing is impossible if you rehearse it enough / the impossible interests me
The impossible interests me. The impossible interests me and I name an interest in the impossible. Impossibilities interest me: impossible anarchies and impossible kingdom of God (impossible gods and kingdoms creep weed word impossible). I approach an impossible or anarchic Kingdom of God and the Kingdom of Heaven is within you. I rehearse the impossible and I prophesy the impossible X impossible, an unknown threaded through unknown noun unknown new. I announce the new and impossible (kingdom desert cave sprawl kingdom space desert cave mouth sprawl subterranean rain rainforests Asia cave mouth chasm). I announce new and impossible: anarchic annunciation and ascension. I ascend anarchic and I ascend anarchic create impossible (impossible kingdom cracks areas shred wild mist impossible impossible kingdom snap sharp sharp wild west air guitar impossible).
Nothing is impossible if you rehearse it enough Impossible chaos and impossible productive chaos / impossible chaos and impossible creative chaos (chaos kisses chaos succinct) (chaos kisses chaos compact star clusters)
Nothing is impossible except archive of the Book An occurrence or part of an occurrence is recorded and played back
An occurrence or part of an occurrence played back
An occurrence played back An occurrence play played backwards Occurrence lays sea backwards or little young dancing Play back moonlight and impossible simultaneous new and full moon simultaneous
Do you know the composer Claude Debussy? I say. He wrote like Clair De Lune, and La Mer. I was reading about his life. He was slow to develop his style and he didn't have success until he was 40! I was thinking, oh what an inspiration, but it also turns out he was also an asshole, a bohemian who had many affairs, and threatened to commit suicide if his first wife didn’t marry him. He left her 5 years later, and she attempted suicide and failed. He lost many friends after that, and his friends – how he got his friends, I don't know since he seemed volatile – ended up pooling money together to take care of his abandoned first wife. I'm surprised there aren't more movies about this guy. I think Clair De Lune is overrated, says Asia. It is, but I do like a lot of his other work. I feel I relate a little too much to his volatility and impulsivity. Yeah, but you've never had friends band together to financially support your ex-wife, says Asia. You win the volatile Olympics. Get bent, Debussy… Wait, do the most volatile people win the volatile Olympics or do the people who are the most in control win? What are the challenges? "Do your taxes without starting a fight with a family member.” Challenge: impossible, I say. Right? says Asia. I barely got out unscathed, she says. I am a lot better, I say. I was editing some writing from when I was really young, like 18 or 19, and I don't remember exactly what happened, but I was telling Christina I would kill myself and such, not to marry her, but like something I don't remember. It made me think how far I have come but also like, whoa, I was this person. I was Debussy at one point, in a way, I say. Sometimes I think back and wish I had big dramatic crash outs, says Asia, but I don't think its ever really worth it. It doesn't feel good to cause harm or to have to pick up the pieces. We like closure but that's not how life work, says Asia. I think of something you once told me – I don’t know if you remember this, I say. I was having a meltdown, and you were trying to convince me to cool it a bit and take some time. You said something like: "You're hurting yourself and your friendships, and future Ben will be left with all the pieces and will have to repair them, and your friends will still be here, and I feel for that future Ben." Do you think we started telling stories to make our own closure? says Asia. I think that's one reason we tell stories, I say. It's to give structure to our chaos, but I think another big part of it is play and entertainment and joy. I think it's a mistake to leave that part out. Yeah, I agree, says Asia, but all stories have endings where the conflict and themes are neatly tied up. My Book doesn't though, I say. My Book will never end: even when I die it will be without ending… I don't know if you knew this but the Book of Job in its earliest form existed without its frame narrative. The main dialogue existed, except for the Elihu part. Just Job complaining to his friends and God coming out of the whirlwind – no explanations or answers, I say. This feels more accurate than the version we have, says Asia.
Nothing is impossible if you rehearse it enough. I rehearse an occurrence of part an occurrence.
I rehearse the impossible slow to develop an occurrence
An occurrence an occurrence at owl creek bridge rotated and repeated (I adapt An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge into La riviere de hibou, winner of the best short subject at the 1962 Cannes Film Festival and the 1963 Academy Award for Live Action Short Film. The film airs as an episode of the anthology series The Twilight Zone in 1964. I too live in twilight and film it twilight and every twilight occurrence hints at the liminal impossible.)
Nothing is impossible if you rehearse it enough and I rehearse the continually shifting times of Jeux. Jeux plays impossible any and he low glow to develop his style and he didn’t have success infix he low forty.
I rehearse impossible occurrence no explanation or answers
I have an interest with impossibilities and I have a fascination with anarchies. Asia With Weevils continually words anarchic or resurrects anarchic into and her word brawls bright blue. Her word brawls blue weevils (She finds my decomposed dead body, skull cracked, in an apartment in Newark, New Jersey).
I prophesy impossible: I prophesy impossible story of an eye, my eye inside my eye rotating interiors. My eye inside my eye translates bridal chamber chamber nautilus shell. The myth of my eye swells nautilus shell spirals. My eyes spin spirals midnight special. I prophesy impossible pink pulse and pink later propulsion (pink invades my cracked open skull / maggot brain desiring-machines). My impossible invades my possible body as pink slime body horror. My impossible body translates my possible body into horrific anarchic ascension. I ascend to horrific anarchic ascension / an occurrence at owl creek bridge. I ascend to anarchic occurrence or part of anarchic occurrence recorded and played back.
I ascend to horrific impossible anarchy / the ascent is the descent The ascent is the descent this but it’s then had me any affairs and I wish I had many affairs
The ascent is the descent the Kingdom of Heaven is within you. My impossible body invades the Kingdom of Heaven is within you (a bohemian when he whirlwind no explanations).
Nothing is impossible if you rehearse it enough
This Is Closer To An Archive
This is not a novel: it’s closer to an archive. This is not a novel: it’s closer to an architect. It’s architecture armies labyrinths.
Novel architecture arrays labyrinths and Book haunts Laura is Church and on her walks her walls Book haunts in church is church and on her walls (I wait for God behind the wall: I wait for God behind wallpaper. I write dreams even the dream.)
This is a novel / it’s closer to an archive This is a novel / it opens and closes architecture
My body arcade archives my bodies bloody nude. Book records ben bodies nude caress double ben bodies undressed. Book undressed my nudity book without organs / differentiated ben bodies nude undertow. My body alone in company curates my Book body company dances.
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This is not a novel but beware word. Beware here this word novel and not-novel and my body beware. Beware where word here passions. Beware my undifferentiated body passion passion air-to-surfaces missiles.
Beware this Book passion I’ve got a catholic block in my head I let it go to work bring it all back home I’ve got engine block rust / rust never sleeps stolen god tires
Block bricoleurs block mockingbird blues (I’ve got a catholic block twelve-bar blues and mermaid nudes). I live in the same room nude same house naked. I strip nude same horde with strange shore buildings. I build nude silence and I’ve got a catholic block simultaneous building bodies.
(Root temperature superconducting travels the same channels as cold fusion or low-energy nuclear reactions)
I’ve got a catholic block shock steel stock removal (The material with the highest accepted superconductivity temperature is highly pressurized lathanum decahydride, whose transition temperature is approximately 250K (-23 degrees Celsius).) I’ve got a catholic block here where block Here where whir block electric socket (electron eyes socket talking blues light bulb skulls) I’ve got a catholic block naval blockade serpent shade slate (certain snake stake)
This is a novel in knots: not stuck but stirring birches brew body without organs stuck and not stuck teetering chattery teeth / stuck and not stuck aporia (This is not a novel aporia open pop art anarchy)
This is a novel prophesies architecture Book prophesies experiment and exploration but also relationships. My relationships riverrun ripples ruptures revelations. Book prophesies relationships in revelation and revelation in relationships, the active archive of KRYSXTRYN + Asia Rhizome (Asia With Weevils word / Asia anarchic apocalypses)
I’ve got a catholic block and this is not a novel Beware passion of the word and Book and this is a novel
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Book haunts in church is church and on her walls
Listen to Piebald “Grace Kelly With Wings” or something like that
My favorite line In Thomas the Train is when Thomas says about Spencer, He may have a big boiler but that just means more hot air
This is not a novel: it’s closer to archive This is a novel ribbed vaults architecture / inverted dome walls
Hey I’m just going to warn you that today is not a good brain day, says Asia. I’ve taken my meds but I’m still struggling. I was just reading the instructions for roasting garlic and I would start at the end of a paragraph and skim my way up. What would you like me to do to help? I say. There isn’t much you can do to help, says Asia. I’m just letting you know it’s one of those days where my brain is like “What is the most complicated and convoluted way to do this right now?” I hate my brain sometimes but sometimes you just have to laugh. Gonna start talking to my brain the way I talk to my cats. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?! WHY ARE YOU DOING IT?! Your brain is a cat confirmed, I say. It makes so much sense, says Asia. So I might have talked about this before but estrogen affects ADHD symptoms. That's one of the reasons I suspected that I had ADHD because three months postpartum, when you get a huge dip in hormones, I could not function at all. When you start your cycle, you get a dip in estrogen, and if you have ADHD it can make it to where your medication doesn't work as well as it should. And surprise surprise, just about all testing for ADHD medication was done on men. Women with ADHD also lose the ability to use their brains effectively when their periods start. I didn’t know that, I say. Very interesting. It is fascinating to think about but frustrating to experience. But the bright side is that things are still way better on my medication than without it. It used to be, once a month I would get in this mood where EVERYTHING would need to be done right now and I would start a million things, pull things out of cabinets but not finish anything I started, then I would get overwhelmed and have a meltdown and cry about "why can't I just do these things like everyone else?" And then I would start my period and be like "oh, that's why I'm crazy.” It's a humbling experience. That doesn't happen anymore – if it does it's a much smaller scale. I’m here to talk and support you whether you’re a lot crazy or a little or not at all, I say. It doesn’t matter to me. I like talking to you no matter what your brain is doing. Thanks, I appreciate it, says Asia. Makes you wonder how much free will we have sometimes but not in a good way but just all the random hormones and juices and synapses going through our brains. It’s funny how I know that my brain is being inefficient but there is very little I can do about it besides make little systems for myself, says Asia. I study the philosophy of free will sometimes, I say. The vast majority of philosophers are compatibilists, which means they feel we are able to make choices despite various influences on our will. That’s basically the conclusion I’ve come to, says Asia. We have lots of influences. But we still have choices, she says. I suppose the reason you accept my brain when I’m depressed and suicidal is similar to the reasons I accept your brain when the worms are acting up, I say. Because you still like talking and engaging with Ben, it’s all Ben. Yeah that sounds pretty accurate, says Asia.
This is not a novel but a relationship. Book prophesies experiment and exploration word Asia With Weevils Book prophesies I read her instructions reading the instructions for roasting garlic
It’s closer to an archive their brain fascinating through our brain sometimes so whether you set in hormones I can do about their brain
It’s closer to an architect Asia With Weevils and their brains effectively Asia Anarchic Apocalypse
I live same room same house and I strip time the mind will short all stripped down I live the same room still struggling the whether and when think sounds
The night’s on my mind with its night architecture and night strays into bat ray architecture. Night strings night to night and tight rope wire and on her walks gods behind walls. The night on my mind constructs nude Body architecture, my undifferentiated body nude night undertow. I wait behind the night wallpaper and it dreams strange.
I dream Book architecture architecture brain in a vat (Brain boils other fat cats in vats what are you doing)
This is a novel lots like of I’d my struggling with little it its This is not a novel what are you doing why are you doing it (I accelerate novel and it’s novel and two novel drowned world cyclotron. I accelerate archive accents your brain is a cat confirmed. I have a catholic block reveals to be a brain cat. I don’t function at all and I see cats in the decay chain novel-in-delay.)
This is a novel closer to an archive This is a novel closer to skyscraper architecture (Novel architecture armies what are you doing. I start a million things and I pull out the cabinet doors from their hinges and I take the bull dozen to the same room same house naked. I bulldoze I’ve got a catholic block bundled into cat tails all talons.)
This is not a novel / This is a novel
This is not a novel prophesies KRYSXTRYN + Asia Among Weevils
I Am So Unhappy But Christina Whispers To Me
I am so unhappy at present in my dream I am indescribably unhappy. I do not feel the writing on written and I write first downward. I write toward the girls with pink laser eyes and I do not record the vinyl record of their bodies.
These girls display themselves, caress themselves, alone or in company. Or we can guess they live in the nude, in the same room, in the same house.
I dream I am indescribably unhappy and I dream bloodied my bodies nude (Ben bodies bloody nude caress dream bodies without organs on display Undifferentiated ben bodies nude undertow)
I am so unhappy and in dreams I beam exceedingly unhappy I sleep nude the there is the there is there is the there is there the shaman death and the shaman prophet I feel different and there is Christina: Christina chapel chapel tree sap attic I feel Christina there difference – Christina charis seacharge sea nymphs (Christina there is sea and there is there is sea Christina sea nymphs exchange new model warp narcelles – narcelles accelerate amputations)
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From the Exegesis of Philip K. Dick:
Who is the woman who whispers to me? “There’s someone else in my head and he’s not living in this century.” Another person injected into my brain – “Thomas”? But who is Thomas? One to whom the Holy Spirit came, Thomas with a single switch punch of the “needle” (Valis) the holy spirit is crossbonded to me and is here and a spatiotemporal locus injected into human history. Is the girl who whispers our daughter St. Sophia, who is her own grandparent Valis? Valis replicated in microform. Valis to Thomas to me equally Valis again (St. Sophia). Did the prophecy mean that St. Sophia would be born from me – me, impregnated by the Holy Spirit. But how? I hear her voice. She is in my head counseling me…
I return to the Exegesis of Philip K. Dick again, and I experience again the experiences and experiments of Philip K. Dick. I relieve and reexperience the Rumble in the Jungle mystery / divine annihilation / temporary theosis (I haven’t used the name Rumble in the Jungle in regards to my mystical experience in a very long time). Yes, the Woman whispers to me – Christina? Yes, Christina, but Asia too. KRYSXTRYN + Asia Rhizome. Asia whispers to me quiet word, from the warm of the word and the stillness of the word to Elijah (And went a day’s journey into the desert, until he came to a broom tree and sat beneath it. He prayed for death: This is enough O YHVH; take my life for I am no better than my fathers. He lay down and fell asleep under the broom tree, and then an angel touched him and ordered to get up and eat… And after the fires, a sound of sheer silence. When Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his mantle and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave. Then there came a voice to him that said, What are you doing here, Elijah?)
The girl who whispers to me and acts as my advocate – the girl with the pink flannel nightgown and slippers…
Christina whispers to the pink hauntologies and hermeneutics. Christina whispers to me and she displays herself in a nude quiet fire, fire in the same room at the same house.
Christina whispers to me there is the there is the shaman death and the shaman prophet.
The Woman counterpunches my spinal column, a crossbonding of Book and holy ghosts. Christina whispered pink ghosts and ghosts injected into human history and new hermeneutics.
Woman whispers St. Sophia word, the anarchic autogenes that simultaneously gives birth to the Book.
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I am so unhappy at present that in my dream I am exceeding unhappy. I do not write but Christ Christina curls I feel different shells / elephant trunks (elephant trunk electronics elephant trunk trappist/trumpet monks elephant trunk harmolodic funk elephant trunk panic attack a light in the attic)
I do not write but Book writes me. Book continually rewrites me into mixed multitudes and nude multiplicities, and the writing caresses my body always nude in the same house the same room. I do not feel like writing and I do not feel like writing, and the Book whispers to me St. Sophia pink beams (everything contaminates everything). I do not feel like writing and I do not feel like erasing, and I do not erase eating and drinking scripture. I do not erase eating and drinking texts, and texts congeal in my intestines (intestines sketch the there is and there is stone tumble textures). There is the there is turntable textures and tortoise textures stonehenge. I write Christina enters through closed doors and I do not erase the Christ but she rewrites me. Christina rewrites me and erases me (I never get tired around her).
I am so unhappy but the girl whispers in my ear quiet fires and secret fires. Fires burn bright pink quiet and keeps the sabbath.