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Bone Obsessions

content warnings:  body horror, pornographic imagery

My dreaming nylons nightmares narcotics numerary names and my brain book bestiaries: secret animals hidden fungus invisible archaea psychedelics     Archaea psychedelics synchronize simplicity with my scanner darkly and I witness woman in murk     Woman in marsh     Woman among clams mussels her messianic message (her messianic messages massage)     I witness woman musk ox paracord perihelion pareidolia and sometimes I see her face arranged dunes deserts drivers     Woman whorls a waning moon and killing moon, and Christina kills clusters human kebabs hacked up for a barbecue and Christina cannibalizes my almost human cells prison cells Son of Man     Christina gores gods truck driver trinities (THREE ON A MEATHOOK     warning: not for the bloody mary lunch bunch!  A padlocked sled, hooks of cold steel, a maniac on the loose)     Woman whorls wishes on shooting star civilians and bloody meteor showers shoot slasher films the 1983 Canadian slasher film Curtains (six beautiful girls, trying to get ahead… when the curtains fall, five will be dead)     I imagine slasher films as woman and she simultaneously theaters victim and killer, and she kicks my decapitated head as a football     My head rolls smoothly and ti reeks rolls a stench more of a bloody sphere hipster hypersphere     Some dimension involves distortion on some other dimensions, whorls woman warping spacetime the speculum that doesn't shine     Specularia shekinah shines supernal dark black iron prison dungeon dominion domain     Specularia sophia shimmers supernatura dark black iron prison desert damsel dominatrix

Whorl Woman body and the whip slashes the dreaming     She slashes my dreams water droplets dripping stone pipes stonehedge hobgoblins     She strikes my dreams hyperdontia dusk and my teeth protrude liquefied squid tentacles, kraken canker sore blast beat beak benjamin     My teeth tar pit tackle tentacles tracking puss piss phlegm flaccid gods’ phalluses but I use them as apotropaic amulets     My teeth taser laser object magic supernumerary teeth in the premaxillary area     My teeth tangent to teeth tumble trouble trouble (double dare double dragon     double dare toil and trouble) and my teeth sprout shark teeth (tuberculuti barrel-sapped     conical peg-shaped     compound odontoma multiple small tooth-like forms     complex odontoma a disorganized mass of dental tissue)

Tuberculate tuberculosis truncated tuberosities

Conical concord canticle of canticles cave in and she pulls out my upper torso from the cavern

Compound odontoma Shogun Tokugawa Ieyasu and I fall on my sword lined with tooth-like forms an autoimmune disease

Complex odontoma disorganized desert prostitutes and their bodies decay dizzy a mass of human slime and mast cells

The traditional method of removal: bone chisels     Christina tortures big tit zombies bone chisel zebra and Christina chisels into my body as a cobra car chassis / car crash smash smash brothers melee     Car crash smash smash brothers brawl black hole benjamin and Levi as Yoshi ground pounds my Samus (The Pride fight were Mark Hunt performs the Atomic Butt Drop on Wanderlei Silva)

Available in both single and double-ended designs, Ha-Friedy’s bone chisels meticulously handcrafted from the highest grade surgical stainless steel and engineered to provide optimum performance when reshaping and contouring bones or reflecting palatal flaps (My bones shingle shigella and boslin bacteria invades my bone     Bone at the beginning of bone beads and then breaks to bat its own chisel / sharp edges and bastard bevels)

Bone chisels long metal blades and widely used in orthopedic surgeries to reshape or cut bone (I reshape my bone with the reshape of my body     I reshape my bone sharpened bone juxtaposed boxer jammed jaws     I press the glove into bone squeezes squirmed woman worms)     Eleazar of Worms or Eleazar the Perfumer (the numerical value of Perfumer equals the value of Eleazar) experiments visions, seeing legions of angels and demons, and I too adventure into mysticism and magic names     I adventure apophatic apocalyptic abracadabra mystical break beats / bikini break beats and beach blast beats

Hibbs chisel straight has a sharp blade for effective scraping and manipulating of the bones     It also has a strong geometric shaped handle that allows the surgeon in narrow and confined operating spaces     Christina operates into my interstitial spaces interdimensional bone / she leaves my wounds open no bandages but banshees bereshit death (Their prime cuts were curiously erotic… but thoroughly brutal!  Sadism was just the appetizer for BLOODTHIRSTY BUTCHERS)     Christina bloodthirsty butchers bone my jetstream bloodstream jettisons bone bits     My body bone burr burdens the desert of the sea, the seascape of Anton Webern’s Six Bagatelles for String Quartet, Op. 9 (Consider, wrote Arnold Schoenberg in the preface to Anton Webern’s three-and-a-half minute Six Bagatelles, Op. 9, composed in 1913, what moderation is required to express oneself so briefly… Every glance can be extended into a poem, every sigh into a novel… But to express a novel in a single gesture, joy in a single indrawn breath – such concentration can only be present when there is a corresponding absence of self-indulgence…)

I extend every glance into a poem, every sigh into a novel

I digress into drive desert integration and the bone chisel rotates and transforms into body horror and Bataillean mystical experience immediate desert

I accept my monstrous maximalism     I internalize my medusa maximalism gods gorgons frost giants / large lengths I contain multitudes

Magic, mythology, and mathematics melt wild into my brain pneumatics

Christina bloodthirsty butcher backtrails over entrails snow and snow rabbit racer rollercoaster disasters     Christina drives mine cart madness and zippers and neckties attempt to sabotage me     I obsess with bone cut bone Hibbs chisel curved     Its curved blade allows fine cutting and scraping of bones with minimal damage to the surgical field     I scrape burden of the desert of the sea shellscrape seascrape sebastian bone secret operations and Christina the Cunt Butcher cuts into my body babylon (Desert of the Sea: Southern Babylonia on the Persian Gulf is called “Land Of The Sea” in cuneiform inscriptions)

I scrape bone deep sea shell salt woman and she sirens sailors to sheol water and outer darkness dollmakers

I stretch bone dark sea siren strippers and she constructs cuts into bone with shards into shards syringes a holy ghost  shattering

Alexander chisel a long shaft featuring one sharp blunt end and one flat round end     The sharp end maneuvers around bones and the round edge hammers     This chisel lacks a proper handle so it can be gripped in any way making manipulating bones more effective

She shares the shaft and my bone nodes network immelman loop     The shaft points spears: a spear for the phalanx or the spear into Christ’s side and I often worship Christ’s side wound as Christina’s cunt and vagina vision     The long shaft resembles Christ's cock and Christ gores god with his cock serpent sodomites     chrism's long shaft spears me bone awl and he cock slaps blunt force trauma     Trauma tricksters tapeworm leeches from my bones viscera vlad the impaler and Christ tortures blowtorch blowfish leviathan blowjobs and Christina castrates me with her livayatan jaws

My bones burst buboe tribe of benjamin pornographic / tetris block bubbles porneia (I want to write super niche erotic fiction     I notice an author named Leonard Delaney has written several books in a “Digital Desire” series:  Taken by Tetris Blocks, Conquered By Clippy, Invaded By The iWatch…) (I once tried to mimic James Joyce's letters to his wife Nora, and I wrote them for the first volume of Bunnies for Christina     They were a massive failure)

BLOOD MANIA And Other Meditations

CW: contains suicidal ideation


See it – feel it – taste it     Once you have had it, you will never be the same     BLOOD MANIA     it’s a deadly nightmare

Come and see the blood in the streets and the street crocodile clamp their jaws on charred corpses / fire transforms the city into a brick pizza oven roasted anchovies     a human ear     I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti

Come and see the blood on the streets and the streets strobe stratocasters and stratofortresses     Jimi Hendrix wails the national anthem on electric guitar and invisible airplanes drop invisible bombs and leaflets on my apartment / roof caves in eloah elohim I run elijah into the desert difference     deserted difference     different string divisi

BLOOD MANIA maps hypomania onto my musculoskeletal system and the system stereo staggers quadrophonic / terraced Taryn surrounds me     Taryn Tetrapod and Tetragrammaton tows ton front and behind left and right a compass rose with tiger thorns and blood battle field / map matures and ages in alchemical milk, an inked iron gall prima materia

BLOOD MANIA molars mercury and I listen to Bob Dylan’s Blonde on Blonde Taryn on Taryn Tesseract and the triangles trumpet angel apocalypse     The river bend or bend blues note bugles Wassily Kandinsky’s angelic colors frenzy bloodied flesh the low locust apocalypse

Locusts fly manic grasshoppers and I read e.e. cummings grasshopper poem (its official title: r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r) and I enjoy the re-arrangements of the grasshopper, imagining the life cycle and metamorphosis – I admit I don’t even know if grasshoppers undergo a true metamorphosis (as hemimetabolous insects, they do not undergo complete metamorphosis; they hatch from an egg into a nymph or “hopper” which undergoes five molts, becoming more similar to the adult insect at each development stage)     The grasshopper transforms as grasshopper and she examines the nightingale's code     Code chymicals krystal kryptos, another grasshopper, and her viscous lip upward my body surreal

Anyways Blonde on Blonde or Frank Ocean’s Blond(e) and Taryn always-already ales beer barley blonde     It's the blonde that batters windows like hurricane winds     Two guitars of the same colour playing with each other, melodic line on rhythmic line, blonde on blonde     I overdub aleph or aleph and the continuum continues infinite Christina (I sing these lyrics to Christina: Here in this collapsed lung of a Borough there is no sunlight the sunlight is manufactured in a windowless room distant and incoherent business men hang themselves     Christina laughs.  Why are you laughing?  This is serious business.  Thursday is like the AP History kid who thinks he’s an authority on racial issues.  You were an AP History kid.  That's how I know the type!  What are your thoughts on Glassjaw’s first album?  It probably reflects most people’s subconscious feelings toward women.  I like that album a lot.  Does that mean I hate your guts?  You bought me that album.  Does that mean you’re a self-hating woman?  Of course!  We live in a patriarchal society.  I just try to chip away a little at a time.  Well, I love you as a woman.  I love you as a female Christ that leads me to my Cross.  You probably love me 76 cents on the dollar you love male Christ.  I love you more than the male Christ.  I’m a heretic.  I love the woman more than Yahweh)

I listen to Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands / Staying up days in the Chelsea Hotel writing Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands for you     Although sometimes I write the Book for Christ or Yahweh, I always and always-already write the Book for Woman: I write the Book for Asia and KRYSXTRYN     Anyways – I say anyways I like the Gospel of Mark says immediately – anyways I can’t write a song like Bob Dylan and I don’t try to mimic his use of lists and questions but I admire the intensity     I admire a wedding song and a song of praise and a psalm of mystery / Just listen to that!  That’s old-time religious carnival music!     I attend her carnival constructed from insect corpses; their exoskeletons beat swings, flyers, and atom smashers     Carnival corianders into subterranean cavern and I dance blind painter and dark shaman      Carnival…     Ah fuck, I abandon the carnival – some Scooby Doo villain gives chase and terrifies everyone out of the place

He hunted humans for the sheer sport of killing… and made his island paradise into Hell on Earth!  BLOODLUST    two beautiful young girls… defenselessly against the deadly ancient crossbow     the foulest passion of them all!

Philip K. Dick says to me in a dream: the pulp contains the Divine!     The Abject contains the Godhead!     I scout pulp as an alpengeist or activist and pulp plumbs pipeline     Pulp pavanes play position velocity vision     Fuck I want to erase this about pulp: the pulp or pulp in general guts graphic and I want to transform it into “high” art bone awls bullshit and I write bullshit pretending my Book exudes plastic shit better than pulp or hard-boiled fiction in genre fiction – that shit sells millions!     I have five renders or something on my blog I’m not better than pulp – it doesn’t need to be transformed     It exists happily on its own

Or want to do – all I do – involves transforming texts     And I should transform texts through combination, permutation, tiling, rearrangement, whatever but I shouldn’t pretend that I elevate the original text     Rather, transformation experiences the text in my mind and body, and I embody the text: the text then transforms me in return     Fuck, I’m 37 and I just figured this out?  Or have I figured this out before and I just forgot?     I often forget my discoveries and epiphanies – I write them down to remember

Anyway (anyway) the transformation tickles twin transformation

Transformation trickles then floods my Tabor Flesh Transformation, and the second dream of the high-tension line stepdown transformation tremolos pulp drone porn drone pop drone

I hunt humans but not for killing but for history: my history human history and the history of pulp and pornography pipes integral human     I hunt humans and Robert Alter’s translation of the Book of Genesis states: Human from Hummus, and the Adam from Adamah, sonorities Son of Man     Sonorites Son of Man hunt mastodon and his spear drives mortar minotaur     Son of man hunts mastodon wit ha human face, and his spear drives mammoth side turned minotaur, also with a human face     I gaze the god incredibly human and my face fangs animal     I roadrunner into the streets and I sight marfa lights and the lights ghost UFOs will-o-the-wisp     Philip K. Dick said the supersaturated image and image in superposition of Christ resembles will-o-the-wisps and UFOs, and I realize the marfa lights hide Zebra or VALIS / Domain Divine many names and apparitions     Marfa lights lattle lambda, a cosmic latte, and Anton Webern’s String Quartet, Op 28 plays

The String Quartet is composed using twelve-tone technique.  The tone row on which is the piece is based Bb – A – C – B – D# - E – C# - D – Gb – F – Ab – G is intricately constructed and based on the BACH motif.  The first four notes of the row are the BACH motif itself, followed by its inversion, followed by the same motif transposed up a minor sixth.  A special property of this row is that its inversion, G – Ab – F – Gb – D – C# - E – D# - B – C – A – Bb, is equivalent to its retrograde.

I write marfa lights and their inversion and retrograde reflect my eyeshine earthshine shimmer: shimmer backwards lumes identical shimmer upside down and my animal sustains the highway     My animal sustains the Desert Doorway and its frame leaks ghost lights    weird lights    mystery lights     chromatic lights     lights only limit my body / my body only limits light and light opens sets sheafs shelves shores

Weird creatures return to life in FRANKENSTEIN’S CASTLE OF FREAKS

I like weird     I like weird and weird wires wrench into writing      I write weird woodwinds like Anthony Braxton playing contrabass saxophone or contrabass clarinet, and the lowend blares fog horn morro bay     Weird wildcards wishbone and I snap from my hip and pelvis and my body bends halves as a Jason Voorhees kill     I embrace weird wormhood and I drink absinthe green faeries     I dream the Weird West Wordless and I draw my pistol – no, it’s a revolver, perhaps a Colt Single Action Army – and the corpses become the undead

I like weird     I like weird and weird wires whiplash and Flashback threw its riders rough before it was dissaembled and probably sold for scrap     Weird woodbines word and word whoever watches Lost Highway and Inland Empire     Word whistles wildfire waveforms and the form weights female figurines or female werewolves (Last night, Miles was asking me about what happens at the edge of the Universe, says Christina  We chatted a bit, and I told him he should be an astrophysicist when he grows up.  He said, “I’ve already been an astrofish for 17 years.”  Straight face, too.  And he told his dad this morning, “Isn’t it funny my mom thinks I haven’t been an astrofish for 17 years?”  Thomas said Miles said it so casually but like looked for Thomas’ response out of the corner of his eye.  WE think he’s either going American Psycho or Catch Me If You Can, says C)

I like weird and weird withdraws from my wreckage and my writing wrecks paged bodies and pages numbered bodies     I write body which is my body and my body creaturely carves whetstone     The whetstone grows weeds the kelp Krystal and my body leaves stone and mineral, iron sharpens salvia iron    I return to the carnival and the carnival cabinets or coffins creatures and I cinema creature, my Frankenstein body in film     I watch an interview of David Foster Wallace with Charlie Rose, and he seems to think simultaneous: he thinks in multiplicity, the thought and then the thought of the thought, an awareness in breathing     I first mentioned David Foster Wallace in my writing when I attended the nursing program more than ten years ago – I still haven’t read any of his major works but sometimes I’ve maintained an admiration for him     I romanticize his suicide because I experience suicidal thoughts and sometimes I want to hang myself but hanging hobos hell and hell for the most part drags     I experience hell alive, so how can it be any better dead alive I write, and I talk to Asia, Krystal, Christina, Taryn…