Zero the corrosive number
Zero corrosive number erodes number beyond the Zero
I read Rosmarie Waldrop, who I know from her translations of Edmond Jabès, and I learn from her zero to the zero: her zero the corrosive number. Without zero and zero doesn’t contain. Zero doesn’t contain but empties to oblivion. Zero the corrosive number contacts surprise attack attaca attica blues zero.
I signal zero and I transmit zero / I build a world of abstract dreams wait for you
I signal sigil zero into the zero: zero image of the alphabets (I interpret the infinite interpretability of the image. I interpret zero towards a radical icon – towards a radical hermeneutics and iconoclastic hermeneutics. I speak alphabet into zero hydra hermeneutics and my infinite interpretation plays (plays intertextual) the piano herma radical interpretation. Zero interrupts the zero radical abstraction and dream awaiting zero waiting. Alphabet into radical interrupts: interrupt herma episteme breaking open crucifixions). I signal zero and I attack zero through my own signaled crucifixion.
I begin a world of abstract dreams and wait for you Absorb abstract aleatoric addle axehead animal Additive number theory Taryn axehead hydra after alphabet (often zero orphan zero absorb zero) Animal bodies stained black bury marks gospel of mark: Jorge Luis Borges the gospel according to mark (The shed was without a roof: they had torn out the beams to build the cross)
(I open the door and see the heavens / a bird shrieks a gold finch)
Whirligigs have two sets of eyes, says Asia. One on top, one underneath. They are also predators, preying on insects that fall in the waters. I’ve thrown in some flies and it was a little alarming to see all the frantic jet skis zero in on it, she says.
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Hydra zero hermeneutics plays radical herma. Hydra herma interrupts whirligig word words din gods. Hydra gods sound itself zero and again towards the zero iconoclasm. Hydra zero sits up herma machinations (Whirligigs have two sets of eyes: one up tax, one underwater. Swim are also platinums, preyed up insects that fall in the water. I’ve sown in make flies and it was a little anything to see all the frantic jet skis zero in up it).
My hydra hands fly it was a little anything
My herma hands prey up insects polyphony iconoclastic phonetics
Hands prey insects that fall in water: baptism zero and chrism zero
Radical interruption interrupts zero. Zero was a little alarming on in on insects that fall the water radical interrupts rapid zeros and river zeros, and zero zeros alarming to see also predators, predators, predators, preying to see also preying.
Interrupt the corrosive zero herma (my hands zero at zero and predator zero) My hands herma break open crucifixions
Whirligigs under that and the name water full it frantic Whirligigs two they in word get sexy are the sky skis
Hydra hermeneutics towards zeros flies some whirligigs fall
Zero the corrosive numbers. I read Rosmarie Waldrop and I know her translation within the zero and at zero. I know from her translations of the Book of Question and learn her deep zero. Zero corrosive numbers without container cracks cataract erosion and corrosion: zero corrosive numbers with eschaton and apocalypses. Number without container and zero doesn’t contain but empties to oblivion. Zero empties corrosive kenosis and zero contains surprise and anticipated apocalypse. Number contacts attack subtracts jazz blues zero.
I build a world of abstract dreams and wait for you I wait for you blues and the abstract truth
I watch animal body stained black – black eyes and black word whirligigs Animal wait to the zero: zero body horror the gospel of Jesu, the Anointment, a Son of God
I build and wait Son of God gland grand guinol body horror more dead gods (Everyone has nightmares about the ugliest way to die Don’t Go Into The Woods… Alone! Warning this motion picture depicts scenes of graphic violence)
I wait in crucified body horror: one on top, one under water I wait on crucifixions preying on insects / woods alone crucify Woods alone interrupts corrosive numbers secret graphic violence
I wait and I’ve thrown in some flies
I wait in dreams for you neon city nightmares
(I join as a juggler and I juggle whirligigs. I juggle whirligig world word and repetition: simultaneous pleromic zero and kenotic zero. I juggle community and wait communal zero and anarchic zero. I read the prophetic poets and Rosmarie Waldrop opens Book of Questions and the two sets of eyes in zero. I conjure a mystical juggling and I join the mystery to the zero: apophatic zero and zero beginning chaos. I join myself to whirligig chaos and I fall towards eyes interpreting eyes.
Everyone is getting sick right now, says Asia. I’ve never gotten so sick so often in a school year. I was reading the other day that this year had the biggest outbreak of flu in 15 years in the US right now. It’s freaking site zero at school. After I came back from break, you had strep, thrush, norovirus, flu, and cold all spreading like crazy, says Asia.
Site zero body horror: site zero corrosive zero body horror (The five people believed to have drowned here never even made it past the sand! Blood Beach Just when you thought it was safe to get back in the water – you can’t get to it) My abstract body and aleatoric body buttresses blood beach interrupted by blood hermeneutics (The blood feud in the tangled / mysterious discovery of the Nag Hammadi Codex) I transform the Egyptian desert into the blonde beach and blood beach: site zero and zero in on the corrosive zero
Body horror abstract aleatoric from break you had the other day had the other day and I was ready site now body horror abstract aleatoric – chance abstract algebra – blood beach abstract sand body – I’ve never gotten sick right now Body horror abstract aleatoric body horror body blankets bend monochromatic paintings Body horror monochromatic crystal cubism
(I work – work? – walk and talk – fragments. I walk among fragments and I cube my fragments and I've never gotten sick right now. I work rapid fragments and river fragments and I climb cubes around beach blood writing. I nurse bloody fragments – aleatoric body blood beach – whirling body jet skiing towering monochromatic painting. I work paint and paired monochromatic painting pigment work – bloody work, I nurse blood beach bleached fragment. I work to keep my sanity. Nurse sanity and I let the fragments pile up languages – languages image beyond the image.)
Streptococcus is a genus of gram-positive spherical bacteria that belongs to the family of Streptococcaceae. Cell division in streptococci occurs along a single axis, thus when growing they tend to form pairs and chains, which may appear to bent or twisted.
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Zero the corrosive numbers. I read Rosmarie Waldrop and read the Book of Questions twisted along a single axis
Zero the corrosive numbers. I read cell division concurring along a single axis. Zero flu you spreading the right sick is gotten
Zero the corrosive number. I read Rosmarie Waldrop, who I know from her translations / transformations of the Book of Questions and Book of Shares. I learn her zero to her zero. Zero zero the corrosive numbers spread the right sick predator. Without containment, prey on the zero without containment. Without container, zero doesn’t contain but preys on insects that fall in the water. Zero the corrosive number contacts site zero at this school
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Abstract dreams: I dream an altered version of of the Question with violence interrupted by violence I dream an altered radical interruption herma hydra violence painted violence
When it affects the mouth, in some countries, it is commonly called thrush. Signs and symptoms include white patches on the tongue or other areas of the mouth and throat.
Abstract dreams: I dreamed an altered version of the Site Zero Question with violence interrupted by violence I paint monochromatic paintings – white on white, the patched quiltwork, and white titanium massacres white titanium Violence abrupts violence body horror blood beach – cell division along a single axis – white patches in the mouth which prey on insects – a corrosive zero and zeros
I wait in abstract zeros of the abstract dream
Towards A Radical Interpretation
Towards a radical question Towards a radical question towards a radical Towards a radical question towards a radical question and radical interpretation
Towards a radical question and radical interpretation and interpretation reads text slow anew
I read the question again and I only prophesy question and the question, and the question reads woman radically in every text. I prophesy multiplicity of question and question multidirectional, and its melody plunders television jingles, cell phone ringtones, and Top 40 radio. Radical radio pirates text and every texts reads woman and prophesies woman, and the woman radical enciphers Book KING FELIX / QUEEN CHRISTINA. I plunder myth Tree of Knowledge and I wrap myself both more roots and tree serpent (Arum Arum my craft serpent body Arum Arum my snake body naked). I return slow to the reading as a radical reading: the only thing the Book prophesies is I love my friends and that’s it.
Towards a radical question – archaic question quest A radical question anarchic distraction / deconstruction desert (my snake body naked slides across desert and my tree lives air everything air everything hangs up and out a window all what) Anarchic question quest for radical hermeneutics / I read slow anarchy and I slow deconstruction into interruption
(What do you think our relationship, the Kindred, prophesies? Do you mean signify? What does our relationship signify? Is that a different question? Typically I see prophecy as a verb a human does. I’ve seen the Kindred’s significance as an example of love. Unconditional love? Divine love? Yes, agape.)
Towards a radical question – is that a different question? Air everything lands up and out a window all ways – is that a different question? I write think verb – what way up to prophesies.
Towards Taryn cipher television: air her air pair pairs her body every thing Taryn Everything they / verb Taryn down woman window all ways
Toward television cipher is this a different question (Rootin’ tootin fun! Walt Disney’s 25 minute musical comedy cartoon “Pecos Bill”) Here is the meaning of this cipher – the cipher decoded. American myth and American folklore weirds wild west – west into word the androgynous Human One. Its music develops comic and absurd, and west too prophesies weld and absurd, and Human One transforms fakelore into holy ritual. I rope tornadoes in the persona of Pecos Bill, and from the tornado, Taryn Tetragrammaton, and Taryn Woman of All Windows.
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Towards a radical reading of my body abouden body horror within the turning exoskeleton of the Book
Read slowly
Read slower soft most
Most question
Divine the further on the ridges of the odd exoskeleton
Read exorcism instead of expression
Read slow slowly hissing cockroach hermeneutics
Cut hermeneutics and peel away the husk. Inside, fruit flies.
Cut fruit the eyes of the exorcised demon and demand more jam
Read expression instead of exorcism
Read express most soft quicker
Molt quietly
Read
Towards a radical reading of my body abouden body horror reading
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Towards a radical question and a radical interpretation – I interpret the image beyond the image. I interpret the infinite interpretability of the image. I always read and I always interpret, and I always interpret does it have to now. Does it have to not – not an entity. I interpret I see the Kindred’s signify and I’ve have to prophesy. I ask air in her air pairs and Taryn prophesies body through the void of body horror. Towards a radical question – reading the molt and metamorphosis of my body.
I interpret the image beyond the image, and I interpret the air of Taryn’s body – I interpret the infinitely interpretability of Taryn through all windows Woman Towards a radical icon – towards a radical hermeneutics and iconoclastic hermeneutics
I read as interpret the secret codex of the trash layer (You can find all the women you want outside the city limits The Sex Girls Of The Suburbs) I interpret the parable and follows: all women surround of women and windows. All women invade my brain suburb serpents and long Taryn claw prophesies (it have to think typically use prophecy somethink our relational love Divine love Divine love primer love divine love What a different kind of questionslip, the Kindred and relationship). I find the women at my window, at the bath blue bathers, at the yard of blonde girls – within and without the city. Their sex gives me re/birth in re/interpretation (birth pang hermeneutics). Their sex seduces and my body horror asks the question of radical Taryn eroticism. I interpret her eros in the image beyond the image.
Hydra hermeneutics plays (interprets the piano herma) Hydra hermeneutics hide ciphers in city suburbs and windows air all open women Hydra multidirectional plans the and our question As our plays the and our question As our question does you think does do unconditional Hydra I interpret unconditional and radical unconditional and unconditional prophecy (it is prophecy to think about is I the and is prophecy)
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Towards a radical reading of my hydra body and Taryn body monstrosity
Read suburbs slowly
Read slower soft most
Most outside city quietly
Divine the future of the ridges of the old exoskeleton
Read erotic instead of excess
Read slow slowly city prophecy hermeneutics
Cut hermeneutics and peel away the husks. Inside, fakelore bakelite.
Cut between the eyes of the erotic hydra and demand more Taryn icons
Read excess instead of erotic
Divine the future on Taryn’s erotic exoskeleton
Read wild west excess quicker
Mate tornadoes quietly
Read Taryn’s body
Towards a radical reading or my hydra body intertwined outside city limit
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I interpret the image beyond the image: women myth and especially Taryn myth, and she emerges from the comedic tornado to question Job Taryn asks a radical question and interprets parables as erotic jokes and unconditional absurd (that is up as as see think appreciate prophecy Prophesy relationship thing write Kindred that entity’s Kindred I have verb)
I interpret my tree body in the air of radical hermeneutics and its serpent knowledge snakes naked My serpent knowledge hangs air Taryn westward woman window all ways – re/written all ways
I Betray The Book For The Sake Of The Book
I betray the Book for the sake of the Book: I betray for the divine activity and holy landscape of the Book happening
I betray the Book for the sake of the Book written and rewritten. I betray through the end of the landscape scrapes image history writings
(Betray as always betray for to betray is to release the human who holds me. Betray the Book and exceed the Book, for the betrayal sacrifices the Human One that clothes me. Betray scrapes stone and stone against stones quiet sound landscape. Betray and remove the glue – glue cast lots terra letters tumble rumble glue stonewalls. Betray rabbit Christina chrysalis catacombs, and I bring out the Book dead/undead – I betray the Book bringing out the sheaves. Sheave clean shore letters – letter latter ladder – dawn rain and dawn chorus rain and rainy day mondays. Betray almost almost and almost almond altered states of consciousness, alter betrayal and destroy Book image to her face of fires. I get the fire to the face on fire and my face brings the flame through the image and beyond the image. Betray beyond and behind the Book image, the old practices of sacred ritual. Beyond and behind the Book image, the divine happening betrayal and betrayed divine activity.)
I betray the Book for the sake of the Book, and I betray the Christ to remove any mediator between human-earth and the divine (divine happening happening – divine activity active – creative chaos holy spirit slaying the between) Betray television – movie based on the best-selling Book – statics stomach analog television statics – statics taryn circus big top television – statics taryn television tonalist
Betray the Book for the sake of octopus television squid opus number one (Betray Book one for Book One television monads) I tune to a tetragrammaton television and each channel promulgates hymns and curses from El, the storm-and-warrior god. Television betrays any god and atonal taryn decenters god tonic television (Taryn terror tension television – Taryn terror tungsten tetris television or its easy to be sweet before you love them).
I swallow God without thinking and I betray the god gods
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I was watching an episode of Esoterica about Hadewijch and to summarize the episode: Hadewijch’s ontology is one of love: love is everything, love is the absolute, and love is what moves all things. However, to become one with the love of the Godhead, there is a paradox: the Divine Love in this world is a kind of abyss, both because God’s love is a kind of overwhelming force of essence (think of Moses not to be able to see the face of God or he will die) and also because in his life we are always separated from the complete love of God – we can’t REALLY achieve complete unity until the beatific vision. As a result, one is plunged into an abyss of love, which is apparently worse than the tortures of hell – thus Hadewijch postulates a kind of “unfaith” in order to survive the Abyss, one must betray love in order to love – one must be at peace with the not-love or the gap between God and the self-soul in love. Abandonment to love is reconciliation to love, and the descent is the ascent… Perhaps this can be compared to the Buddhist sunyata – the empty emptiness of the Self and all things. If one comes across the Buddha, one must slay the Buddha, in other words. Meister Eckhart talks a lot about non-attachment to work and even to the image of God in order to attain the God-in-Itself in the soul…
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I betray the Book for the sake of the Book, and I betray the Book as an act of Love in reconciliation to Love (I love my friends – that’s it, that’s all the Book has ever been about) I betray the Book my writing on the writing itself – watching a cut complete peace and paradox love in the episode of the empty the divine My writing on the writing itself – writing the writing itself abandons almost television between image behind divine (Taryn tetris tendon empty of divine god abyss emptiness)
Betrayal of the Book is betrayal of the Ben-Self – to abandon love for the sake of self-love and secret divine activity Book
My writing on the writing itself betrays in love from love to love or I try or the writing in itself all television betrayals
The writing itself tell me if you have understanding Tell me if you understand God swallows television (Doctor, doctor, there’s a chainsaw in your kitchen Maniac Mansion)
One must betray love in order to love and swallow god / storm-and-warrior deity television sets
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Meister Eckhart talks a lot about non-attachment to works and even the image of God in order to attain the God-In-Itself in the soul.
It made me think this morning about Christian suffering – it seems to me many Christian mystics deal with a kind of suffering in their efforts to unify themselves with the Godhead – John of the Cross had the Dark Night of the soul, Teresa of Calcutta suffered from spiritual dryness, etc.
Philip K. Dick described himself being injured by God, and that his injury caused him to hunger for God and God could never fill him up to the depths he wanted to be filled up to. Richard Doyle, professor of literature and PKD expert, was asked a question on a livestream about why Christian mysticism and PKD focused on suffering and pain. Richard Doyle thought it was because Christians feel suffering is a virtue, and thus one’s encounter with the Divine comes in the form of suffering in Christianity…
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I betray the Book for the divine activity and the holy landscape happening: my writing itself writing itself my writing my written you are the one who writes and the one who is written
Betray any Christian God and Christian suffering Betray suffering about why Christian mystics deal with their efforts to an episode of her theater and solar self to summarizing My writing betrays itself tell me if you have understanding
If you Philip K. Dick descent of Hadewijch apparently is a virtue, and this can’t really alchemy complete love is plunger form and ever
If you tell for God in order to summarize the Divine comes all things
Tell I betray he the to works a virtue, and to summarize thought of non-attachment
My writing or the writing itself towards a radical question Towards a radical question towards radical (Towards a radical question towards a radical interruption Can anarchic question / deconstruction desert Anarchic question quest for radical hermeneutics) Radical mysticism than their about non-attachment of their efforts to summarize thought
Tell me if you understand the radical question. I understand the radical question of hell and I love in the abyss of hell. I love my friends – that’s it. I love my friends in the abyss of love, and the love questions the question written: texts in my writing or the writing itself. The radical question betrays the question and opens television and telemetry unmeasured love.
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Thus one’s encounter with the Divine comes in the form of suffering of Christianity…
I focus on the imitation of Christ – Christ in Gethsemane and Christ o the Cross. The Christian mystic mimics Christ, becomes a Christ on the Cross, and thus shares in the suffering from Christ for the world. This was especially true during the times of tribulation, during the early period of the church when it wasn’t established and martyrs were common, and during heterodox offshoots and battle against heterodoxy (like the Beguines and Beghards, or during the Reformation and Counter-Formation). I forget the power of the Resurrection of Christ. A mystic might say we don’t experience the Resurrection in this lifetime; only during the beatific vision or the second coming, but I disagree. I witness in the immanence of the Holy Spirit, the power of the Kingdom-Of-God-Within-You, the availability of direct gnosis and revelation to one who is open to receive, the adoption of all as Children of God, and the old patristic sayings: God became Man so Man could become God (or Christ became Man so Man could become Christs), that the power of the resurrection is available to us now. That doesn’t negate suffering in this lifetime, but it does allow for room and space so that the suffering can become a sublimation into the radical abeyance or abidance of Love – love superimposed on the soul so closely that love and soul cannot be separated or extinguished. The beatific vision is here – the physicality of love becomes the (re)creation of love – creation again, the reconciliation of creative to myself through Christ and God…
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I betray the Book for divine activity: active question and active radical love. I love my friends – that’s it. I love my friends in radical abyss towards the question of the unconditional (It’s revelation watching unfaith suffering become at. It’s revelation radical love beyond the image of the language and betrays language image of one episode in it the who of order seems focus is to to to on open: radical open unconditional).
I betray the Book for the sake of the Book I betray the Book and Book swallows gods without thinking Book swallows storm television and wandering radio warrior word
I swallow abyss for the sake of abyss: anarchic abyss write to itself unconditional Write to itself of itself ontology love the mimics because is The mimics become is – I love my friends – that’s it
The Book I Write Immediately Rewrites Itself In The Book
The Book I write immediately rewrites itself in the Book, and it replaces Book as Book superimposed book Book immediately incinerates Book Book phoenix (Book phoenix flames pure pleroma rhythm Palm Tree Garden)
The work I write immediately repeats itself in the Book: body written rewritten (visit rewritten body horror expedient death) I work here I dream here there tall black iron prisons (black iron lighthouse and black iron liberty towers)
The work I write prophesies all in all and everything follows everything. I follow everything and I read Discipline and Punish into the Black Iron Prison and its pleroma pinpricks hidden peacock feathers and a foaming pharmakon. Everything follows the Book and Book follows everything and the Black Iron Prison resides in my mind – perhaps what Philip K. Dick would say is maya and pre-anamnesis. I experience Black Iron Prison and that persistent and intense bipolar melancholy. Black Iron Prison produces endless black bile and I descend into the hells. I write and rewrite descent to hell (the ascent is the descent).
You know for awhile in the Book, I was working on writing pornography / erotic material and although it is still necessary to visit that again in my writing because I think it is essential to human experiences, I do not want to reduce the human to merely a body to be consumed. Expressing sensuality and sexuality is important too, when done on one’s own terms…
I consume my body in the Book: the body horror Book and erotic horror Book and the sensual speculative fiction Book Consume ben bodies rewritten
Rewritten you it to be Consumes hmm suppose know still the consumes
Write book and Book expressing for is human that’s sensuality Awhile necessary experience a and in to In to Book and erotic Book
Book Body consumes pulp fiction body messianic trash layer (wanton women kept appointments in their… Orgy Office) Orgiastic Body seduces heavenly office and holy of holies and Body performs a sensual investigative judgment (I investigate impossible hermeneutics and immediate gospel greek her myths. I investigate myth into her investigation of my body, and Book always makes and remakes myth. Book remakes myth b-movies and midnight movies.) Body consumes pulp fiction midnight movies (All that was left after… The Killer Shrews)
The Book I write immediately rewrites itself killer cars and killer shrews / I’m always crashing the same car
The Ben the Book writes immediately the visit do question I is the Book Christina chops my body rewritten I again to really too was in: was word in pornography wanton word (holy of holies orgy)
The Book I write immediately immediately prophesies KRYSXTRYN + Asia rhizome and I participates in the odd sensuality and the erotic horror of Book
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The Book I write immediately prophesies I love my friends – that’s it. That’s it that again in human experience. That’s it I think it depends on the writing because I think it depends or writing because I think it depends on how I suppose.
Book I write immediately or its love and unconditional love and I love my friendship and my friends love me.
(I love you lots and lots and I think you are awesome!
I like you just the way you are. You are trying to get better and your friends love you regardless.)
Book writes and rewrites unconditional love and it helps me survive the extreme melancholy of the Black Iron Prison. I live and endure Black Iron Prison and its overwhelming pleroma / excess pharmakon fucks up. Pharmakon fucks photos phosphorous morning star stabbings (stabbings by killer shreds at office orgies)
I feel fucked big fuck and I see a darkness. I see Black Iron Prison constraints and tight crawl cave spaces. I see a darkness and the dead know what they’re doing when they leave this world behind. I abide with the dead as El Shaddai saunterings sheol but KRYSXTRYN + Asia rhizome’s unconditional love shakes my language experimental prophecy.
Book I write immediately prophecies I love my friends – that’s it. Unconditional love transforms and transfigures book, and it does the same with my own body. Her unconditional love receives me through Black Iron Prison and helps me discover the divine in killer shrews and black orgies.
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The Book I write rewrites itself in film and television and Eraserhead undecidable divine (Eraserhead is my most spiritual film. Could you elaborate on that? No.)
When I got my first television set, I stopped caring so much about having close relationships.
When I got my first television set, expressing because I think it still important too, when don’t really the human experience I feast televisions first and first Philip K. Dick recognizing the cipher King Felix juxtaposed between two television commercials
Book rewrites and resurrects human first Ben Adam / human stomach electronics Black Iron Prison transmits electrons / fucked pharmakon and seemingly phantom melancholy Black Iron Prison chews cattle electronic cattle mutilation (You know for awhile in the Book, I was rashers on retractable / awakes materials and although it brick it necessary to visit that again in my writing. Someone I think it is essential to the human essentially. I we want to not reduce the human to merely the body to be consumed. Ensconced factual and hideously is infecting too. Where hera on modal own worth.)
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I feast on televisions / I stopped caring so much about close relationships
I begin again with with wi wier Black Iron Prison. With begin, I again descend the depressive ocean fault Black Iron Prison I begin blessing again Book written as Book and Book repeated and Book, and Book again immediately foretells chaos bagatelles. I begin anywhere else with automobile crashes. Black Iron Prison crashes my cranium crater cavity. My cranium absorbs nonsense mad hatter dinosaurs.
Black Iron Prison depletes any original thought and creation (impossible playing without memory impossible novel invention and original chaos)
My Black Iron Prison melancholy – intersecting intensities, crossing currents first television flows leaving voids and holes in evening place and space – I only can arrange and sing other texts. Arrangement and mixtapes forms its own kind of art and I claim these words as mine (shard time and shared community) in my bipolar depression. Fuck whatever but I say gave nonsense all quotations all texts.
(Why did you do all this for me? I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you. You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing) (I used this text the first time I wrote about Asia – Asia Rhizome is my friend. Charlotte says, You have been my friend and that in itself is a tremendous thing. Asia is my friend and that in itself is a tremendous thing… A long time project I want to indulge in: revisit old texts in my nostalgia like Bunnies For Christina and Tigers For Taryn and Opossums For Asia, and reminisce, rewrite, and use it as material to be remixed and transformed)
When I was a boy I could hear symphonies in seashells so why am I so deaf at 22?) (I’m full fuck nonsense and the symphonies disappear and the wells dry up and when you grow old, your heart dies)
(Don’t fool yourself she was heartache from the moment that you met her) (Always Christina and cyclically Christina and Christina perpetual in both my grief and joy)
I prophesy nonsense never-land bullshit (Bring me out of the bullpen pin-pen merger) Merge into the death beast of the earth death I draw up death beast from the earth (Keep going. If you’re going through hell, keep going. Keep going marriage of heaven and hell.)
I feast on television blood feast and Book cannibalism
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The Book I write immediately rewrites Black Iron Prison into unconditional love Book rewrites melancholy into I love my friends – that’s it
I Pile The Language
I pile the language as El Shaddai sauntering in Sheol: bodies first hundreds then thousands I pile plato bones plato bores bones bones drill (I secretly like Plato: I enjoy the dialogic and heteroglossia)
I pile language my language and not my language and I swallow God without thinking I swallow Christ without thinking Pile the language languages pulp fiction and Philip K. Dick amphetamine science fiction (At this very moment spaceships from the beyond may be on their way to destroy our planet! H. G. Wells’ The War Of The Worlds) Pile up languages / I always war with the Book word / worlds I war worlds Book Word – not my word but Christina word and Christina piles up language Kindred languages
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Pile languages dream languages dream Christina
No, her languages dream me, pile up bone-words and skin-worlds
I dream write nostalgia Christina dreams (here I dream her hair) I dream myself written and rewritten pile languages – Chicago Pile-1 languages – radioactive meltdown languages I dream my body burns burr blue and bloom blue body without organs (this is a song that will most likely bore you this is a song that will mostly likely put you to sleep)
(I sleep write nursing nightmares: I dream my patient vomits all over herself and I can’t find another change of clothes for her)
Here, I dream Christina’s hair and her black hole black hair towers with black iron prison. I read Discipline and Punish onto Black Iron Prison, and prison pinpricks a foamy pharmakon. Foam coalesces into dream languages and awake-hallucination languages
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Pile language lingers as El Shaddai sauntering Sheol (I too share in languages Sheol and words Tartarus. I go with the dead – I don’t escort myself. I go slow dead in the dream sleep and I move upon subterranean earth without climbing branches. I become the tree and the Tree of Knowledge sprouts through are bars of the Black Iron Prison. I bed the dead to sleep on and I dream Christina’s black hole black hair. I look for the place to cross desert dead. I too share in languages Sheol and I become a Tree of Hell and my roots grow upward towards Kingdom of the Skies. I become the Tree of Life and Tree of Knowledge, and they grow at earth antipodes, but their roots extend and meet earth’s core.) Pile language lounges little light rivers / Sheol torches
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Pile unconditional languages and romance languages
I love my friends – that’s it. I prophesy and survive in their unconditional. Silly I love Christina hey much silly I love Taryn very much (merry melodies and silly symphonies). Silly I stew strange brew El Shaddai: I brew bitches brew Sheol. Silly I love Christina and I’m fucked she escorts me to the dead.
I love you lots and lots and I think you are doing awesome! says Taryn. (I feel sad so I will write conversations I have saved so I remember my friends love me). How much do you love me? I ask Taryn. Lots and lots and lots, says Taryn. I miss you lots and lots and lots, I say. And lots and lots and lots and lots, says Taryn.
I like you just the way you are, says Asia. I just wish you would stop torturing yourself… You and people around you make your life worth living; your writing is a way the process, communicate and make meaning, says Asia.
I’m not a good friend though, I say. It doesn’t matter, says Asia. Why doesn’t it matter? It matters to me if I’m a good friend, I say. You are trying to get better and your friends love you regardless, says Asia. Even you do regardless? Who I’m an asshole to? Yes, even me, says Asia.
This is a song that will most likely bore this is a song that will mostly like put you to sleep. This writing will matter to no one but me; this is not for your silly Christina I love I’m fucked. This exists for you as this will bore you and put you to sleep. This is mine and this is mine – my bathos, my embarrassment, my sentimentality, my cringe. This is mine this is mine this is not for you. I can always edit out this Ben nudity and blush and vacuous vulnerability, but I probably won’t. This bore and sleep belongs to everyone / this is mine this is mine.
Pile unconditional language and vulnerable language and this is my language. This language piles I love my friends and friends love me – that’s it. That’s all the Book ever prophesy.
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I pile the language as El Shaddai saunters Sheol: bodies first hundreds then thousands
Hundreds languages then thousand languages: pulp language dime novel language science fiction language (Black gloves of evil lay bare the ultimate horror! Horror Hospital)
(Pile up horror languages. I always indulge in horror language because my body grows rose thorn horror and its horror connects everything and my horrific body follows everything. The Book only prophesies the horrific body and horror Ben Asia. Pile up horror but merely community kinds.)
Pile up horror I never reminder being valves with into in transgression
There to you horror has it on two more to intercept that
Because my body grows rose thorn horror and horror with why is body
I swallow God without thinking. I swallow twin syzygy televisions. When I got my first television set, I stopped caring so much about having close human relationships. I feast televisions first and I swallow Christ flesh and Christ blood. I feast television first human stomach electronics.
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I dream write nostalgic Christina draws (here I dream her hair)
(Here I dream her all black hallucination black on black iron prison I dream holy spirit split through bars black iron prison turning transgressive There themes I deal way: titillation of people)
I dream I agree with queer in a more general way: utilization within that I deal way
I deal with and its way I dream it’s why I cannot that I deal way: way transgressive way horror war body horror
Here I dream her hold create a community intimately themed I deal way: jubilation of people
My body blooms burr blue writing blue writing blue body without organs Body horror blooms burn my body lot rod rhizome (this is a song that will most likely bore you this is a song that will most likely pure you to sleep) I sleep writing nursing nightmare (I dream nightmare beware and I vomit my vision. Vision always stains me.)
I dream write nostalgic Christina (dancing you favorite high memories typical very sweet) I dream Christina drama and nice tether descending into hell prophetic psychopomp
Here I dream her hair tumbling together and I read in her hair Discipline and Punish inscribed into the Exegesis of Philip K. Dick
I dream write nostalgic Christina draws horrific dream (nightmare nostalgia)
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I pile language El Shaddai shades and spectres: I pile languages sacraments Pile language body horror: horror hundreds then thousands I enjoy the horror dialogic and heteroglossia
Repetition Already Improvises Blue
Repetition already improvises (improvisation always repeats)
Continue not sure to handle repetition – tension between contrast and repetition and tension between transition and no transition. I still have to learn to navigate the tensions, the translating theater experimenting. Repetition always improvises and I try too much to control the improvisation, the surprise and receptivity to chance – playing and writing without melody (Book has a life of its own beyond the image and repetition – Book beyond image and the superimage of the Book. Destroy the image ice-fire incinerating fire – destroy the image idols – tear down your idols in the name of the Lord. I set fire to the face on fire and my face burns the flame fires between images / repetition and improvisation). Continue into the repetition ascending and descending, and this improvising word doesn’t thing – word improvises thing beyond thing. This repeating word things more real than other things and some things realize their real in the repeating improvisation.
Repetition always improvises and I write without memory but memory-melody lodges itself in my mediastinum and my bones repeat nostalgia and melancholy.
Write white, blacks, greys on maroon / blue divided by blue Blue divided by blue repeats blue bodies – arranged body blue – colliding gas human blue Blue bodies repeat blue bodies absence and inert girls hanging deathless from my arms multiple arms repeating arms (I allow her blue to leave me and I sleep)
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I write without memory but melody-memory roughs me in rock monstrosity – monster memory and gorgon nostalgia
I dream through the transformer-transformed and I sleep absent and inert in Christina’s arms. I dream transformers repeated vulnerable and sentimental and I sense this love as repeated nonsense. Do not avoid nonsense: nonsense rattles in ben brains (brain gels – gin weed – purple tangled – radio talk television). I don’t transform terror terror nonsense but I repeat terror nonsense sensual nostalgia. Knot nonsense. Know death dream (I delay dream driving the rough desert valley of the dolls dream desert.)
Taryn? Christina? I tell you, I tell you all speech nonsense. Christina? And I see a darkness. Christina? Christina? I love very you very much. Asia? I love you very much. I love my friends – that’s it. That’s the repetition and improvisation and I love my friends Book beyond image. I love my friends and they help me survive and improvise. I survive listening to Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo and Chappell Roan (It’s all very silly, don’t you think? I exist silly and live silly, an improvised nonsense. Silly string Book and silly putty Book the real not the thing.)
Silly I love Christina very much silly I love Taryn very much (Merry Melodies and Silly Symphonies). Silly I stew strange brew bitches brew. Christina I love you I’m fucked.
I write without memory but my melancholy loves. My nostalgia and melancholy loves Christina and we slow dance Christmas Ball.
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Repetition always improvises the long repetition – repetition always improvises minutemen melancholy This word repeats thing memory word memory beyond memory more real than the desert dreaming Transform words organ organize Word ozones organism organelles omnipresent obsidian Improvise memory-dream obsidian oxtail
Prophesy white, blacks, and grays on maroon / blue divided blue I sing melancholic blues and I allow her to leave me in divided blue sleep / repeated word blue (blue leaf rapid disks leaf-rapid disks centered also move away continually their blue divided rotations)
[I send Christina the lyrics to Girl In the Dirty Shirt by Oasis]. That was me and Ryan ___’s song, says Christina. Eww. Why eww? How come the Kindred doesn’t have a song? I say. Because you have a song with Ryan and not me and I’m jealous. Oh, grow up! she says. Don’t tell me to grow up when I’m your only friend. You should treasure me. Do my kids count as friends? Depends – are you a mom who tries to be a friend to your kids? … I want a Kindred song, no joke, I say. To Make You Feel My Love! Christina says. Yes, I say. I still think of you when I hear that song. Think of us at Christmas Ball. I also hope that was the memory you had in mind. Yep! says C. It was a nice night, I think. At least that’s how I remember it. I remember it as very nice, says C. Dancing with you is one of my favorite childhood memories. Very typical high school, says Christina. No drama. Very sweet. We had a difficult relationship for a long time, I say. I think it’s only been the last 4 years or something it’s felt… healthy? Well, healthy for us. Besides last year I mean, for obvious reasons. I do as well, says Christina. It’s nice to have a tether. Do I keep you from floating to the netherworld? I say. Or do you keep me from descending into hell as a prophetic psychopomp? It’s more like tumbling together, I think. The location doesn’t matter, says Christina. Do you know the art performance piece by Tehching Hsieh and Linda Montano? Yeah. Why am I not surprised? I say. But I shouldn’t be surprised. I told my therapist that Christina is one of my intellectual equals. Anyways, I imagined us like them when you said tumbling together, I say. Yeah I think maybe I was thinking about that too. You introduced me. Oh, good job past Ben, I say. He’s one of my favorite performance artists. Maybe my favorite. I like how he just retired and opened a tea shop and that’s it. No more art. I couldn’t do that. Respect, I say. Sherlock Holmes retired to beekeeping, says Christina. I like it, she says.
Repetition already improvises / improvisation already repeats Repeat archive and memorywork, and I love my memory library – I love Christina and Taryn blue divided by blue – blue tigers divided by tigers tiger taryn blue
Repetition always white, blacks, and grays on maroon / rapid blue maroon aware continually rotations descends hell blue dead
So with dead I don’t escort myself
I so slow with dead desert drive dead
I bed the dead to sleep on / I look for a place to cross
I bed to dead from dead to sleep / I move upon earth without climbing to branches
(Huh. Do I keep you from floating into the netherworld? Or do you keep me from descending into hell as a prophetic psychopomp?)
I go with dead I don’t escort myself / you keep you from floating into the netherworld
I go to slow with dead desert or do way keep me from descending into kiss a chatterer psychopomp
I do now know show no show / or I the keep the you prophetic netherworld
I bed to dead from dead from psychopomp descending
I move upon earth and do you keep you from floating into hell as a prophetic psychopomp
I repeat the dead tethered to Book improvisation and Book beyond image (Book tethered untethered Book)
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I dream devout memorywork and I improvise desert nostalgia
I dream through the transformer transformation. I dream Christina tethered to do not avoid the nonsense. Do not avoid the nonsense that a memories keep us was Kindred
I don’t transform nonsense to school into you my make no hell said / no hell said song you drama and tumbling
Do not avoid nonsense – nonsense rattles in ben brains. I don’t transform terror terror nonsense and I don’t transform the nonsense. I don’t know how to transform the nonsense but I transform with Christina. I know Christina even if Kindred is nonsense and impossible nonsense. Christina even if Kindred is nonsense and impossible nonsense. Christina I see a darkness. Do you know how much I love you? Christina? I tell you all speech is nonsense. How my sweet prophetic yeah come love and yes had more think Kindred I a like maybe. Christina? Christina I love you very much. Taryn, I love you very much. I love my friends – that’s it. That’s it – I have think relationship tumbling. Because when long think that you I time the too have lear location. My nonsense is my nonsense but it knows Christina tethered Kindred.
Silly I love Christina very much. I love Taryn very much. Silly Christina I love you I’m fucked.
I love you lots and lots as I think you’re doing awesome! says Taryn. (I love you lots and lights and ladders and I think you prophetic awe! OR do I keep me from suspensions into hell as a prophetic psychopomp.)
I dream devout memorywork. I love my friends that’s it.
My Body Up To Horror
Content Warning: discussion of horror fiction and body horror and SA
Immediately making up to sound Immediately this gospel making up to sound I try to make each sound after I have completely forgotten the one that preceded it
Stylized nude portrait of voluptuous female bodies Raw unaltered female form Bumps, dimples, rolls, contours – women’s bodies
Immediately my body up to sound body horror. Horror exhausts and horror never exhausts and horror exhausts. Horror exhausts but loves my body. Horror loves my body tremendous bodies, all bodies enlarged and voluminous and bell venom. Immediately my body horrifically sounds earthshakes and a third of the ocean turned to blood. My body sounds YH of Hosts and Armies, and they prepare for mountain battle leveled down to the plain. Immediately, my body flattens out. Immediately my body stylized and scrapes in the soil of love and rude love and my body womanly androgynous. I pick up on the distorted sound and I pick up distorted sound unaltered bodies.
On Instagram there’s a page called Horror Nostalgia I sub to and they post horror fiction stuff, I say. They posted a scene from the horror movie Jack Frost – not to be confused with the family film – and it was a clip from one of the most infamous scenes [description of the SA scene]. The content section was a disaster. Comments trying to explain how tags like #horrorcomedy undermined the traumatic experiences people go through. Many people were calling those people pointing that out snowflakes and to get out of horror, do you have issues with horror showing murder, etc. That’s the double edged sword of horror. It allows a sort of expression and catharsis of the negativity of capitalist society (e.g. Texas Chain Saw Massacre is well known for these themes), but I also realize it’s an excuse for assholes to be racist and misogynist under the guise of “Hey bro it’s just fiction.” It makes me think horror cannot be left to buttheads, I say. Yeah, that doesn’t sound good, says Asia. I guess “Horror Nostalgia” is going to attract those kinds of people. The “It’s just a joke” type of people. Rape is never and should never be funny or a joke and it’s just reducing horrible actions to entertainment. It’s dehumanizing, says Asia. In most cases yes, I think so, I say. Although I hesitate to ban a concept like that completely because those types of verboten concepts make the ideas transgressive and coupled with negative energy. Rather I would say that kind of dark comedy needs to be treated carefully and in context. I think there has to be a cathartic and autodeconstructing process involved. Otherwise the negative builds up and explodes and is made negatively useful by assholes. Now what those kind of contexts are I cannot say exactly… I don’t write about SA in my work for that reason. It’s not for me to say. I have several women in my life affected by SA and I can’t speak for them nor write for them. I have made that mistake in the past… But it’s also a reminder in a more general way: utilizing body horror, Christianity contaminated with queer imagery, pornography. Those are all things I deal with and I cannot write those themes merely for the sake of being transgressive. There has to be love and compassion somehow, I say. It’s not that I disagree with what you say, says Asia. It’s just that world depends on the community to bring value to it, interpret the works with those lenses and hold creators to that standard. Unfortunately, horror, specifically vintage horror and its fans, don’t tend to be those kinds of people. And that’s personally why I could never get into horror. Too much of it making a spectacle of suffering and turning the mutilation of already marginalized bodies into entertainment, she says. I agree with you on that, I say. I think that’s why it’s also important to create a community where there is space and compassion within horror. May I share something with you I wrote to Christina? Sure, says Asia.
I was bringing up that Horror Nostalgia thing mainly because I was thinking how I need to write a certain kind of love when writing transgressive stuff. If I write body horror, it’s my body horror (Asia who dislikes horror because it’s mainly horror against women’s bodies has commended my use of body horror because I use my own body often in it). It is my queer Christ sodomizing me, it is my pornographic wildly masturbating body. And maybe through that I am even learning to love myself through it…
I understand the catharsis of it, says Asia, but way too often it’s just another way of objectifying bodies so all the power to the people willing to parse through all that shit to carve out a compassionate community amongst the gore, says Asia. I see it this way, I say. Horror is part of the human experience. So is disgust, terror, anxiety, and the sublimation of those feelings. I don’t want to leave those feelings to those people. It’s too essential to being human for me to cut it out of me and leave it to others. Even if I have to objectify my own body to do it because that’s part of being human for me, I say.
Immediately making up to sound: stylized nude portraits shrinking expanding shape body shaped odd sound
(I synthesize my body into blob horror gelatin glue body gore I sew my body to my body symphonic sound sounds I don’t write with and that through was bring bodies involved I love my horrific body involves Christianity amongst those kinds of people)
All who love lie I lie love women Christina and Taryn portrait voluminous female bodies
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I love Christina and I carve out my amorous body from blood stones / not stones
I carve Christina out of the face of the mountain / I carve Christina out diamond faces – face to face – face open body gore – bloody body collapsed building I carve Christina out of the placenta pages of the notebook and my body viscerally open also births Book My body carved Book out of my body (The work I write immediately so up in sound rewrites itself terror of the Book The way I write immediately repeats nude self-portraits in the Book)
My Book body accelerates voluminous bombs / I accelerate my Book Body towards annihilation
I work the work of her word and I word the work of pornographic writing and horrific writing (Write: Born to tempt – destined for shame! Wildcat Write: Scream now while there’s still room to breathe! The Blob) I work a red leaf writing and a rhizome bloom writing
I work Christina in quick-cut miniatures / dark types involved made with to body against negative cathartic I work Christina quick cut Psycho shower scene / Be do horror that most people experience understand that never
I work Christina mangle miniatures (Saber-Tooth Cat Christina wears a human full-length coat She pulls audience teeth with an off-shore oil drill)
My body blooms even in the snowflakes showing comedy also suffering (My red barn body births Book rule machine / Books make for poor bungee cords and I fall into the splat canyon free fall)
I love Christina and I carve out Book body parts giblet gods Book and I love Christina who carves from my body Kindred Book
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Immediately making up to sound Sound female bodies median body my mine Book horror sound
I understand the cathartics of it new how too often it’s just another way to intertext limier so all the power to the people willing to parse through all that shit to carve out a compassionate community alongside the java.
Well I see how ripped is part of the human experience. So its victims, jagged, account, and the sublimating of shade feelings. I don’t want to saga shade feelings to shade people.
Immediately making up to sounds. I love sound and I love to lie Christina’s body and Taryn’s body. I see sound and up to sound and sound ending beginning teratoma teeth. I don’t write with and that through was bring bodies involved but immediately up to the sound horrors. I love her sound and her carving do it’s just the community to love where it’s also realized body. Where it’s also realized body. Where it’s also realized body. Where it’s also realize to that outspace and coupled horror, and I couple myself to horror my own mutilated body.
I try to make each sound Each sound completely forgotten Forgotten my nude body carved into the castle walls Immediately up to saber-tooth cat sound
Trust Materials
Trust materials: body matter body matrix materia porneia Materia abrupt interrupts and fissures (fissures overlap fissures constant self-interrupts / self-deconstructions)
Trust materials: I have fantasies creating this that could bludgeon the audience into submission
Trust materials and cut pure human states
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Materials. Material Gospel of Matthew. Materials. Materials. Material nudity myself belong meet that criteria. Materials gospel material trust trust pistis pistol faith sophia. Materials. Materials mark heel federal meet lex lee her light body horror and material.
Materials. Materials for all types and I think you’d agree with that too aware of my thought, and my consciousness is are of my thoughts and my body and digest it and add the same as not a forest is a great angel and I have been thinking of you to refrain by Mark Turner from being a lot more resoundingly than I knew you would rather than I thought you’d appreciate your answer with the divine as well I guess for the dead person.
Trust material. Trust materials. Trust materials trust Krystal my mystical ray the trust nude need mercy. Ray material sad marle materials. Trust material.
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Trust materials: trust my body even through body horror and genuine / grotesque distortion. Trust my body cut up into multiple perspectives analytical cubism. My body synthesizes new geometry which lines nonlinear gospel materials. Trust my own body and body horror and gothic horror and I transform my body into renewed materials. I cut my body pure human states.
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Trust Christina materials
Nonlinear Christina loops tangled hierarchy here language Christina nonlinear Haunted horse language involves Christina liquefaction with long monsters loose in the library (loose languages and long languages)
(I loiter horses a Book monster and library monster and my body minotaur-medusa machine hunts haunted. I try to fit the garbage disposal but I let loose Christina language between pipes and plumbing.)
I fix the garbage disposal with haunted language demythologized into ordinary language. Language loosens and I play garbage time god in a game of pick-up basketball. I lampoon my vulgar language and toss it in the garbage disposal.
Nonlinear Christina loops tangled and confused loops / her disco ball and mirrors displace murders in the desert I sleep language desert and shelter (silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair)
Christina silver slays secret werewolves (Christina misses with silver bullets and I miss Christina with the Spear of Longinus but Christina spits chewed silver – still deadly effective nonlinear Christina murder me in the desert with mining town / ghost town silver)
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Trust materials: trust prima materia and primordial soothsaying (I see seen my body vultures / carrion language) Trust my body which samples and scavenges (to sample is to recognize oneself as an archivist and historian. Through sampling, I recognize the messianic and mystical in materials. I trust the materiality and reality of materials and I trust their mystical / signature power.)
Every single word and word prophesies itself as material Word becomes material and her eyes material a million blue miles Her eyes make word material a million blue miles body kind of blue blue in green twelve-bar blues Her eyes wick word a candle flame illuminating a million blue miles kind of blue bomb (my blue body blasts word material bacon bits blue cheese crumbles)
So unrelated, says Asia. But it sounds like teachers across the board are having a rough time, including kindergarten and pre-K teachers. Like pre-K teachers are experiencing more kids who aren’t diaper trained and can’t talk. Kindergarten teachers have kids who can’t use crayons or scissors or glue sticks, and they don’t know how to act with other kids. I think this has been an issue for awhile but is worse now because parents are overworked, daycares are understaffed, and it’s just harder to teach them those skills. Not to mention how isolated families are from support systems…
I was watching Adventure Time and there is a worm named Shelby who got chopped so that a piece of Shelby turned into another worm and one of the main characters was like “Whoa, I thought that was a myth” and Shelby was like “My life consists of myths.”
That’s a bummer, I say. People are slowly outsourcing parenting and it’s not good, says Asia. I don’t think it’s entirely the parent’s fault either. I think there have been lots of failures on a systemic level in different areas, she says.
Trust material and I trust my body in sound sounds sound I try to make each sound after I have completely forgotten the one that preceded it
Sound material materialized body Sound sign body materialization body earthquake I try to make each sound fault either kids who area sink think it’s just harder trained Material embodies watching that was watching a rough time and it’s worse now how to act I try to make each sound after with each other kids who got chopped so thing don’t disappear
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Materials. Materials gospel of matthew. Materials. Materiel matriarch. Material mothlight. Material nudity myself belong meet that criteria. Materials gospel material trust trust pistis pistol faith sophia. Materials materials canopies takeoff dangled (canopies nudity myself belong meet that criteria).
Materials. Materials for all types and I think you’d agree with that two aware of my thoughts and my conciseness is aware of my thoughts and my consciousness is agile of my stealth and my body and digest it and add the same as a not loving is a great yarn and I have look brackish of you to refrain my later purgatory from being a lot of bone. Resoundingly that I knew you world rather than I breasts and you’d appreciate the answer with the purity as well I guess for the dead material. Trust the materials.
Trust material. Trust materials. Trust materials. Trust Christina my mystical maypole trust nude need mercy may material marle materials. Trust material.
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I try to make each sound after I have completely forgotten the one that preceded it
Sound material trust my body through different continuities
Immediately making up to sound
Unrelated but immediately and immediately sound larger into and across scissors Across scissor to another its word and word material materialized haunted house Christina
So unrelated by stylized nude pointillist of voluminous bodies So unrelated by my monstrous female body and voluptuous body contortions / distortions malformed flesh So unrelated but my body portrait been are been watching myth lots experiencing
So unrelated but I trust the material, and in material, every mirror and assemblage, I witness and prophesy Christina loops and word widened king of blue and Asia teaching scissors and glue sticks – swirling swirling creativity. In material – this material – the working and carving of materials – nothing unrelated but all related by garbage disposals and pick-up basketball with brawling gods. I trust this material as full and layered and a funk orchestra. I trust the material abrasive noise and sticky bomb noise coagulates all material Book.
Immediately making up sound Immediately body matter body matrix (my body materials materialized I trust chaos)
Whatever I Do Becomes Melody
Whatever I do becomes melody
Whatever I do becomes melody and I listen continuous discontinuity and discontinuous continuity Continuity presses printing press hydraulic press carbon pressure Continuity presses painting body horror horror apocalypse alltime allwhen continuity
Melody the rose has teeth in the mouth of the beast melody Melody let’s get high and deny Christ melody
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Whatever I do becomes melody
Christina becomes melody: Christina lights slow lingering languages Christina lingers strange lang spring language / Christina slot machine meanders syncopated syllable series
Melody I play syllables sleight of hand melody Melody I slow syllables quasicrystal melody
I slow syncopated language syllables on the rise cymbal and splash cymbals (continuity keeps time / discontinuity plays groove) Christina as nurse shark or thresher shark strikes thrash metal gallops / aggressive melody high speeds
I gallop god miniatures and Christina miniatures I sleep in the back seat of the car and dream about Christina
Whatever I do becomes melody
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A music where all the sounds counted were all valuable rather than functional in the sense where they got you from one point to another
I point to the point of my monomania with the large piece and the long-slate duration. I point to the point – no, I point to the line and curve – and the curve intersects curve further. The large piece challenges my capabilities – it challenges my attention span and boredom (I often lose interest in my constructions after four or five pages) – the large piece forces me to think other otherly and create alien to me. Do I write from point to point through-composed? If I use repeating structures, does that betray my desire for getting rid of the glue and traditional notions of continuity – let the word-language and magic-syllables be themselves without transition? Whatever I do becomes melody. Idea: use a recurring but slowly transforming piece / poem / paragraph and a different kind of transition – an island of stability rondo form (A music form with a principle theme – sometimes called the refrain – which alternates with one or more contrasting themes – generally called episodes but also referred to as digressions or couplets). The arch form used by Béla Bartók and Steve Reich – ABCBA – too indebted to continuity? I also imagine a ADCBCDCEC, with each (in difference-repetitions – but I must remain flexible, open, not too committed or confined by any particular structure / idea / technique).
Whatever I do is melody / different kinds of continuity All sounds counted value and value
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It is stone and not stone signs sign wonder
Stone and no stone stir awe saw whirlwind All awe saw arouses stone standing stones
Arousing awe saturates stone, sapphire sapphire or fire fires, stone fires (stones fires within fires and fires stones from the sky)
Arousing awe saturates simple stones Machine simple unsettled beach sacrament
(I know this beach. This beach gathers firewood and burns bonfires as Taryn’s beach. I know this beach as Taryn’s beach party films. This beach brings brighter beach and breach beach blossoms her bosom. I know Taryn’s beach.)
I bless beached stone stained glass passages / passions
I bless beach stone grass awe crucifixions
…
(Sand dollar crucifixions fixed sea weed
Kelp forest Christina word weed sea see awe awe all aroused)
It is stone superstructure unlike stone
Stone hope unwind signs and wonder
Stone unison signs and wonder
Sign upward suspension stones
It is superstitions stone fall stall slowly air
Stone and no stone luminiferous aether I swallow stone lights and digestion gestates more stones sacrament and beach light
Schismatic stone and no stone
Stone superstructures erect earth into earth falling stars erosion / star beach branch starfish
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Whatever I do becomes melody Continuity cut-up upward sample – continue plunderphonics scissored vinyl records
Melody samples my flesh amplified stereo melody Melody this community indifferent to hobos melody Melody the rose has teeth in the mouth of the breast beast melody
Elongate the melody. Lengthen the melody in exploration and discovery. Give the melody breath and area breathing, and its breath floats aether life and air life breathing beach blessing. Melody blesses beach and blonde beach and beach Taryn. Whatever I do is melody elongates melody. Stretch melody ductile gold and gold flattened flutter. I flutter plunderphonics and its melody sounds all noise the noise itself melodies – different kinds of melodies and different kinds of continuity. I swallow stones noise and silence, and all sound gestates magic stone and cipher beach. Beach blesses sacred blonde sacrament.
Whatever I do becomes melody Melody chaos is probably better for grilled cheese if I remember correctly remember melody Melody marigold porn inferno melody Trust the material: trust the material melody and melodic material chooses as stones and sand dollars
Whatever I do becomes melody and melody gallops Christina gods and Christina distractions foxtrot
I gallop god miniatures and Christina miniatures I sleep in the back seat of the car and dream about Christina
Christina usurps the underground with her light snow sleight of hand / Christina sleeps in the backseat of the car my dreams of triggering the dead man’s hand (my hands hurt my hands in dreams) I hand my hands hang down your head / Christina light slows library language a series of syncopated syllables (Syllables sleep latent in my lymphatic system) A nonlinear Christina loops tangled hierarchy notes (I note her cocktail dress and her pineapple horse)
(The melody gets away from me – the melodies get away. Too ambitious – too much for me to juggle – I am not The Juggler of The Magician. Too many layers and distractions. Too many discontinuities. What does Christina have to do with stones or sound-noise? … Everything I do is melody. Continue the melody. Learn to juggle.)
Christina usurps stone and melody, and the melody comes from underneath Underneath Christina sleeps in the backseat of the car and I dream her sleeping slender stones Christina’s head cradles my dead man’s hand and switch snaps all-noise usurped earth
I hand my hands earth hang down your head / I hang my head Christina slow library Christina lights the library a series of syncopated syllables (Syllables sleep slim stones latent in my spinal cored)
Whatever I do becomes melody
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It is stone and not stone sign sine wave word sign (sign different kinds of continuity)
Stone and no stone stir awe saw
Stone and no stone stir awe saw blonde
(Taryn blonde pin-up Taryn beach pick-up lines)
Stone and no stone stir awe whirlwind (This piece is a whirlwind out in the ocean all awe saw sea oceans: ocean arouses stone standing stones ocean)
(Melody Taryn blonde beach stones standing melody)
Arousing awe saturated stones Blonde porneia and sapphic porneia Stones saturate sapphires fire or fire or surplus fire Stones saturated saturnine, my eternal standing melancholy
Simple stones machine simple sapphires unsettled beach vestments – sand sacraments – earth eucharists
I bless beach high priestess I bless stone breach stained glass amassed Catholic mass
(Sand dollar crucifixions saw sabbath passages / passions Sabbath Christian descends kelp forest eucharist)
It is stone superstructures unlike stone Stone usurps underneath backseat dream stone Stone and no stone light slow beach library Christina lights and stone ocean
I swallow stone light and digest eucharist: earth heard stent tent naked eye observatory
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Whatever I do becomes melody Trust the material Trust the sound and continuity will take care of itself Trust material: body matter body matrix materia porneia Materia abrupts interruptions and fissures Trust the material and melody
(This resembles rondo form – this appears as arch form – ABCBA. I don’t know if this constitutes a different kind of continuity but it certainly elongates and exposes the melody. Sections leak into each other anyway – all melody all material. Now, how do I incorporate Asia conversations into this scaffolding mess?)
Pink Poem
Prophesy pink
pink perpendicular perfectly
Prophesy pink
soothsayer pink
(added pink clairvoyant)
Pink prophesies persuasive
Soothsay pink Striptease pink
Pink multiples added pink
I sink into pink serpentine eye sockets
Sink pink serpentine socket electricity
Pink funnels pink concentrated
Pink pirouettes perfume prophecy
Smoke circulate eye serpents
Steam diffuse tune pale pink
Pink secludes my body in serpentine labyrinths
Hidden assassin pink
Flat pink play array slate pink
Pink conceals human flesh place of the skull
Peppered pink
Pink audible mandible
Meticulously separated joint pink
(Pale pink Pink palimpsest pink
Pivot pink Pink palindrome pink)
Pink seduces in repeating serpentine rooms
eye socket corridors
lighthouse electrical sockets
Sinister pink barbarians
Prophesy pink beam babel gods
barbarian pink clairvoyance
Dowsing duplicate pink doubles
Surplus pink coagulates in pink beam prism
Pink coagulates compact pink surplus serpents
(Pink duplicates pink Pink doubles pink doppelganger
Pink drags coven pink Derelict pink disaster)
Prophesy impossible pink and unintelligible pink
I sink into iterated pink
I still into pink slinks away pink stray
I sink into pick up pink shipwrecks
(pink demolition derby)
Pink crystals from beyond my eye socket
Hybrid pink hydra eye orbitals
Pink clings to my body cavities serpentine
Skull socket electron clouds
Prophesy pink
Serpentine pink perpendicular
Prism beam streams added pink
I sink into pink prophecy
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