El Reveal Point Herself

El reveal point itself elk ewe ebb errata eye ear eat es egg

God glue El paper fold hold El God glue ben body glue slew red blood God glue photographs hammer thumbprints antlers auruch patterns Antlers text excess aleph and aleph an a patch aleph

El text textures abyssal textures and El points texts explanations come to an end somewhere. El text her textures repeat her abyssal textures and ocean tunes incise imprecise pitch space / whale wide psalm prayers.

El texts cosmos-chaos glue chaos folded cosmos Text <Christina caresses incomplete chaos impossible complete chaos and comes chaos orbits absurd> texts
<El Son of Morning
El the early rising
El who rode in the morning>
El emanates text chaos textures and textures.

(The order of the cosmos is a symmetry painfully carved in blood) I order an odd unorder chaos: my order orbits chaos I order unorder through the zero and beyond the zero / I camouflage order in disorder and <chaos superimposed on kairos chaos> I repeat disorder in apparent order dissolves oceanic – repeat oceanic <incomplete chaos impossible complete chaos>

El order cosmos carves disorder <kairos chaos – hourglass opportune time and orbit oracle time> Unordered El dissociative disorder disintegrates into primordial ocean

El reveal point herself eek elk electric ebb errata eye ear El egg Ebb electric point <eccentric chaos elliptical erratic eccentric unknown chaos>

How you are fallen from heaven, O Morning Star, Son of Dawn! How you are cut down to the ground, you who laid the nations low! You said to yourself, “I will ascend to heaven; I will raise my throne above the stars of God; I will sit on the mount of assembly on the heights of Zaphon. I will ascend to the tops of the clouds; I will make myself like Elyon.” But you are brought down to Sheol, to the depths of the Pit. Those who see you will stare at you and ponder over you.

Erect El exerts point exercise exorcism (an introduction to anthropology through pornographers)

El reveal point laid ascend and down to Son point disorder chaos erect

Erect El mount down stars how myself exerts point
Erect El morning star Son of Dawn
Orbits absurd pit above Dawn of Most
El the early rises cut down to the ground
Exercise El reveal herself <chaos superimposed in kairos chaos>

Erect El exerts point exercise exorcism (an introduction to anthropology through pornographers>
Bored, thrill-hungry… They shop for sin! Come ride The Wild Pink Horse
So young… so bad… so what? Before School Girls Shocking!
El assembly of I depths those god glue fold

Ordered ocean unorders chaos and <Christina caresses incomplete chaos>. Ocean unordered boils beneath my bed body sleeping. Order interrupts my intensities intense chaos and El intensifies whorls interiors. El points interiors – immediate interiors El chaos – El pit throne of yourself. I make disorder and ostinato: I sculpt disorder and a diamond desert ostinato. Desert ostinato overdetermines mystical music: music magus and music open mouth juggler

El reveal point himself El reveal points and <Christina began to create the heavens and the earth was complete chaos and darkness> El reveal an assemblage multiplicities semiotic flows material flows social flows I I reveal the point telling stories and chaos narratives)

A lot of music and narrative form that 3 act structure, I say to Asia. Rising action, climax, denouement. Do you think the idea there has to be conflict and drama can have a negative effect on how we see the world? In the choreography of Merce Cunningham, events happen, but they aren’t leading to a climax or something to be resolved. He called it “everyone doing their own thing together”. It’s more communal, people moving their bodies individually but together. Not trying to overcome something but exist and experience, I say. Not exactly, says Asia. I can see the harm in priming people to always expect neat little conclusions to every event but fiction has powerful cathartic qualities and helps us imagine other outcomes or resolutions. This can be harmful depending on the dominant narratives, but still, she says. Yeah, it’s too generalized for me to say that, I say. I think you’re right. But it did make me think: what does a narrative look like without a climax? What would music look like without a climax? Of course there are works out there that don’t have climaxes or even a strong conflict and do well. But I do feel the modes of our literature and art is drama, contrast, climax, conflict. I don’t think my Book has a climax for example, I say. I think plot points are their medium at this point, says Asia. It’s a container and that container shapes our expectations as far as patterns and that expectation can be manipulated and played with, she says.

El reveal point plot point
El erect without climax – perpetual edging
Erect El extends point without point El extends <Christina keeps chaos in increasingly eccentric orbits>
(Container of Book Medium at this point Book Container shapes point Book)

Map the container – patterns – expectations of the Book – Betray the Book. Betray the Book will Sheol on God of morning ground – mistake Book ascend how the are ascend look fallen.
Humanize something that is free of error
Consider transitions
Try faking it
<Christina began to create the heavens and the earth was complete chaos and darkness>

From the second Elohim til the third, five words: words from here on light light created concealed contained in the Covenant of the Book

Choreography Book everyone doing their own thing at the same time
Myth too narrates and points
Is the tuning intonation correct?
Put in earplugs
What would the Book look like with a climax?

In Pando growth, we experience drama, contrast, climax, conflict

Erect El exerts an assemblage point to an how will make low to myself Concealed continued in the covenant centering rode emitting light El point light piano Sonata In B Minor

It Has To Be Undone And Redone

<Pando prophesies porous unbeing / creative without category

Prophesy porous Pando unbecomes being unbecoming without category Pando prophesies phospholipid bilayer unbecoming abyss Abyssal prima materia Pando

Prophesies Pando creature creative chaos / community without fixed category

Pando prophesies unfixed free improvisation Unfixed prophecy unbecomes pando without without category>

(We don’t need NOTES anymore. I’m looking for instruments that are not confined with actual fixed pitches, instruments with whorls of sound in them)

Witness whorls of sound sonic-texts and passages text-composition <Unfixed prophecy unbecomes Pando> texts passages passion passacaglia

Whorl witness sound whirlwind: whirlwind texts tune tempests tempest tin pay alley

Whorl witness when our love was new and each kill an inspiration sound sonic-texts but that was long ago now my consolation I’d in the star dust of a sound

Whorl witness <porous Pando unbecoming being unbecoming>

I am constantly unbecoming, says Asia. Everything changes and stays the same. Pando will change – so will we, she says. I was wondering if you could say more on what you mean by “I am unbecoming”? I say. I was something, says Asia. It had to be undone and redone.

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I listen to “Two Beers” by Free Throw: Two beers in already feels like it’s one of those nights to forget The more I drink the more I feel broken and alone at a party with friends Fuck everything about this

I forget the night but I never forget the night. I never forget night, and night drinks beer bodies / my body entirely fermented grain (I prophesy grain gods whorling sound sound two beers in).

Fermented grain gods give my flesh fermented unbecoming Fermented grain guts my Ben beer flesh fuck everything about this

Then Pharaoh said to Joseph: “In my dream, I was standing on the bank of the Nile, when up from the Nile came seven cows, fat and well-formed; they grazed in reed grass. Behind them, came seven other cows, scrawny, most ill-formed and gaunt. Never have I seen such bad specimens as these in all the land of Egypt! The gaunt bad cows devoured the first seven fat cows. But when they had consumed them, no one could tell that they had done so, because they looked as bad as before. Then I woke up. In another dream I saw seven ears of grain, full and healthy, growing on a single stalk. Behind them sprouted seven ears of grain, shriveled, and thin and scorched by the east wind; and the seven thin ears swallowed up the seven healthy ears. I have spoken to the magicians, but there is no one to explain it to me.

I forget the night in another dream I saw and I never forget the night. I never forget night, saw could was swallowed grain gods / fermented fat spoken bank body.

Fermenting grain gives no one done woke fat in a single fermented body

They grain stalk dream <prophesies porous unbeing / fermented creativity without category>

I listen been cans speak to me and grain attacked my brain porous brain in a vat Beer cats speak of sprouted most of my and fat no

I feel broken and alone and my brine brain dissociates – disintegrates no ben Fermented transformation prophesies Ben <creature creative chaos / community without fixed category>

The more that I drink, I drink more gods fat fermented grain granules gas clouds I listen to the two beers and I modify other up network seven magicians
Fermented grain networks symmetry breaking
Fermented grain alligator snapping turtle
The more that I drink formed the before one fat

Alone at a party with friends and alone I prophesy. Alone I create. I create monster party and cows devour cows. Alone party body horror.

<Prophesy porous Pando unbecoming being unbecoming without category

Pando prophesies unfixed free improvisation Unfixed prophecy unbecomes Pando without category>
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We don’t need NOTES anymore. I’m looking for instruments that are not confined with actual fixed pitches, instruments with whorls of sound in them.

Wild whorl witness wilderness sound mound building and texts teeth passages / subterranean whorl way witness passacaglia pathways way word

Whorl <prophesies unfixed free improvisation – Pando transformation and wilderness>

I feel like I’m going through a transformation, I say. Do you ever feel like that? Yeah, says Asia. Leaving Christianity. Becoming more genuine and intentional to and about myself, says Asia. Can I ask about your gender identity? I say. I don’t give myself a label, says Asia. I am constantly unbecoming, she says. I feel uncertain and unknown I say. Do you still think we will be Pando friends and will share the unconditional if I change into something else? I say. Everything changes and everything stays the same, says Asia. Pando will change. So will we, she says.

Whorl way witness passacaglia pathways more word Pulse pink passages passages her abyss (abyss whorls sonic text Pando text-composition dark text)
Dark text text bore dark matter and dark energy
Prophesy Pando whorls of sound word apocalypse / distortion of the medium of communication

<Prophesy porous Pando unbecoming> text texture her colossal texture overtones harmonic tones imprecise pitch palm prayer

Background Rally-X

I descend a looping chromatic desert repeated background noise noise breath nostril dark

I have seen the dark universe yawning while the black planets roll without aim: where they roll in their horror unhindered without knowledge or luster or name.

Darkness – dark drip dark thick oil dark – always remains my domain     Unknown darkness – endless unknown thick fog unknown – my body entirely smog dark slip unknown dark

Darkness unknown dark     Darkness unknown homework / I work unknown dark work shot dark work

Darkness unknown dust the of and the up nostrils          Darkness unknown homework heavens YHVH the formed of rain

Work unknown dark into upon plant the caused life          Work shot dark work sprung the whole YHVH no breath in it

Only unknown I depend dark independent dark (independent dark suspended in my body boundless black iron prison).  I depend dark dark dent dawn – don din dan dirge dirge dark – only dark one one only dark

I descend a looping chromatic desert noise     I rearrange noise noise code bridal chamber cipher (noise encodes an additional Nag Hammadi Codex without lacunae)

An ischemic noise     An ischemic noise serious as a heart attack hardcore punk
	(more noise more Gertrude Stein)
	(language interludes seclude language noise)
Background.  Background Rally-X.

God Plays The 1980 Arcade Game Rally-X

I descend a looping chromatic desert / repeated background noise Backgrounds spiral split sprawl grain silo spill (I engrave the chromatic descend and silent desert arcade I descend long string instrument behind arcade desert)

Rally-X in 1980 was the first game to feature continuous background music which was generated using a dedicated sound ship, a Namco 3-channel PSG

Background grounds background ur-ground: background gardens background androgynous ur-langauge. Background seizes Elohim creates Elohim during In The Beginning, and I begin a stream rising from the earth and watering the whole face of the ground. There was no one to till the ground. There was no one to till the ground but desert transforms into the hermaphrodite Human One – desert living waters. Background seizes Elohim and the stream loop descending chromatic Christ.

Anxiety seizes me Christ have mercy on me – but no mercy. Ben brain destroys Ben brain bunker bomb background. My body decays in arcades dark loop darkness (I hold matches at street signs for it is dark and dark as leathery dead).

YHVH Elohim made the heavens and the earth using a dedicated sound chip. Programmable sound generator is a sound chip that generates audio wave signals built from one or more basic waveforms and often some kind of noise. Elohim made heaven and earth with one or more basic wave forms – square, triangle, and sawtooth waves.

I program night and I pursue noise. I pursue a pornographic noise, a noise mystical annihilation – nails nails lunch pail rain on tin. I pursue a pornographic waveform.
Virgin Planet a world of beautiful women and one man!
Jungle Girl a frank and brutal story of a circus snake girl
Pursue pornographic nail noise which storytells background earth continuous background.

I abandon amplified noise in favor of a more introspective and calligraphic style of play. I play nails nails door knock noise / programmed annihilation.
Programmed cell death
Programmed jungle pornography
I rearrange noise noise code bridal chamber ciphers.

Anxiety seizes me Elohim of ground the ground but upon the man water Christ have mercy till up his from world living Elohim

Yet the man earth the earth anxiety seizes me YHVH made the heavens had nostrils Christ have mercy

Body decays in darkness and light lakes dark Light looms lacunae dark background loops Light lakes long dark light lengths lake dark liminal length lengthy dark

Lake light long lake light light dark / it’s not dark yet but it’s getting there Light lake lakes lore left light dark lake left the light

The Arcade Sets Large Stones Against My Mouth

Orbit arcades electron orbits and bitumen probability chords Orbit arcade orbitals clouds crowd the cross – animal / animist / atonement Orbit arcade dead and invade sheol: invade gehenna with olive oil Gethsemane

Glue stalactites and stalagmites to a miniature Gethsemane
Stalactite <Christina karst sparse spirit>
Stalagmite <anarchy, creative community, and unnamed unconditional>
Glue <improvised unconditional communal>
Clouds crowd adhesive animism: spirit speak spirit cave waters

Then Joshua said, “Open the mouth of the cave and bring those five kings out to me from the cave.” They did so and brought the five kings out to him from the cave, the king of Jerusalem, the king of Hebron, the King of Jarmuth, the King of Lachish, and the king of Eglon. When they brought the kings out to Joshua, Joshua summoned all the Israelites and said to the chiefs of the warriors who had gone with him, “Come near, put your feet on the necks of these kings.” Then they came near and put their feet on their necks. And Joshua said to them, Do not be afraid or dismayed; be strong and courageous, for thus the Lord will do to all the enemies against whom you fight.” Afterward, Joshua struck them down and put them to death, and he hung them on five trees. And they hung on the trees until evening. At sunset, Joshua commanded, and they took them down from the trees and threw them into the cave where they had hidden themselves; they set large stones against the mouth of the cave that remain to this very day.

Orbit arcades: I invade a geological arcade asteroids aleph alpha astrology Invade arcade astrology – Capricorn cuts abrupt into my backbone filled with salt water

Orbit open king put do took the of your orbit Invade king the enemies the necks against trees invade

Orbit necks against tree of whom and bring orbit orbit Invade these you threw those the kings fight invade

Orbit arcades cut abrupt into electron backbone Probability clouds came struck cave agent orange waters
Nephilim napalm arcades repeat cave orbit
Salt water solar anus radiance hidden cave kings
Arcades double excess, a repeating excess eccentric orbit (orbit arcades animal aluminum and asphalt)

I orbit arcade electron orbits: I give stalactite they do to their death stalagmite stones brought summoned I glue stones brought summoned five trees miniature Gethsemane (that is, this garden cysts abrupt microcosm human history) Arcade replicates ritual working human body desert (texts accumulate afraid hung remain; some repeat similarly and others diverge cave of dismayed strange language desert)

All texts belong to the game strange language desert, the human arcade

All texts will death the cave with strange strange same their them struck and summoned human desert arcade All these texts <prophesy phospholipid bilayer unbecoming abyss> Game <creative chaos / community> language Human <community fixed unfixed category> desert arcade

I orbit and invade cave waters water caves tree summon water cave stones mouth cave

When you reach pure marble stones, do not say, water, water! Because it is stated: He speaks falsehood shall not be established before my eyes

One looked and cut down the saplings… Elisha looked and cut down the trees

Such destroys me – such search spirit I dip cave destruction Dip destroy destructive deconstruction such destroys
YHVH will do to death, and the mouth of these kings out the trees
And Joshua said to the trees
And Joshua said to him from the kings out to the enemies
against who had hidden they hung those five trees
Such destroys me thus research came near, put to the cave where the trees

Such destroys trace distance destroys rays strange such destruction

Such purchase play black paintings (play black blonde black written – rewrite – play platypus – put your feet on five trees until evening)

Such purchase play cave black canvases (tree platypus hidden cave – moment strange – extreme moment mammal)

I enter the secret chamber of Behemoth: I enter the secret chamber of Leviathan

Distance between upper and lower waters decrease

I say distance and see distance and decide waters monomania
Say distance put your feet on five trees until evening
See distance the warriors who have gone with him from the mouth of the five
Decide <creation myths Christina narrative> waters
Distance between my teeth arcade and water invade cave mouth

I speak waters. I speak waters water. I speak spirit waters and waters. Water speech spread said water water magic (spell ciphers arcade codex). I cut the saplings – cut abrupt into my backbone calling water, water! I cut water terrain tannin sap (I suck on the sap Tree of Life – Tree of Life last supper – arrest abrupt cut arcades). I suck sap pure marble – he these trees them come your on. I suck pure water waves awake slate pure marble (Come near and put your feet on five trees. Open them on their feet on the trees until evening suck sap to they hung those five kings out their on trees).

I suck pure water from the cave stone; I suck pure marble glue stalactites stalagmites

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Orbit arcades. Orbit the original arcade <ur-langauge and ur-langauge>. Original arcade invades all arcades <abyssal prima materia Pando> arcade. I pick up my cloud cross and follow the arcade. Arcade replicates ritual Book and afterwards Joshua struck them down and put them to death, and he hung them on five trees. The original arcade orbits among five trees, the Human One crucified from four limbs plus tree. Arcades accumulate texts quarters tokens trees. Arcades accumulate stranger language human arcades.

Space Invaders in 1978 was the first game to use a continuous background soundtrack, with four simple chromatic descending bass notes repeating in a loop, though it was dynamic and changed pace during stages.

The arcade wraps my backbone in background loops / descending chromatic skull

Original arcade says water and cuts the loop of my roots. Arcade orbits and loops desert human language / five trees hanging.

Enter Arcade Violence

Content Warning: Body Horror

I enter arcade and a white hunter nears frenzy. I enter the arcade and in the middle of a tiny spot and nearly bare buttons, leaves of grass. I enter the arcade and button leaves of grass ghosts. I enter the arcade decades desert.

The Germans became panicked by the appearance of the Russians, who were coughing up blood and a bit of their own lungs, as the hydrochloric acid formed by the mixture of the chlorine gas and the moisture in their lungs had begun to dissolve their flesh.

Arcades acid avalanches, an invasion of the monstrous Book and illustrated grotesque. I approach arcade grotesque techne bore acid tehom. I arcade acid western Pac-Man / parallelogram Space Invaders. I invade imaginary space space bestial body horror, and space spits venom space spurious split wheels. I wheel world body melt wheels within eyes and eyes within wheels.

In the morning her master got up, opened the doors of the house, and when he went out to go on his way, there was the woman, his concubine, lying at the door of the house, with her hands on the threshold. “Get up,” he said to her, “we are going.” But there was no answer. Then he put her on the donkey, and the man set out from his home. When he had entered his house, he took a knife, and grasping his concubine he cut her into twelve pieces, limb by limb, and sent her throughout all the territories of Israel. Then he commanded the men whom he sent, saying, “Thus shall you say to all the Israelites: has such a thing ever happened since the day that the Israelites came up from the land of Egypt until this day? Consider it, take counsel, and speak out.”

Enter arcade violence and body horror Enter arcade hunts ben body titanium white Enter arcade acid bath and acid techno grotesque techne Arcade tehom threshes in the limb and door donkey

Coughing up blood and bits of my own lung

Arcade space curves arcade space Limb space separated space curved war word blood Space curves work chariot Christina clip clip stray distortion

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Cough up blood and bits of my own lung

For the rest of your life, go out, touch gloves, and fight. I don’t know what the Book does or if it does anything. Book coughs up Book blood by a morning of and limb thing. Words touch gloves and keep fighting. I fight endlessly – fight Ben-self, laboratory self, language self coughing up bits of lungs and broken arcade cabinets. This language exists to touching gloves and keep fighting. Fight Ben Body exposed bone odd others (odd degree polynomials). I feel lonely in my melancholy so out and touch gloves (sprawl and brawl ben brains). Brawl Book brain concussion arcade percussion. Brawl a bra bar too large for me. Ground and pound aporia. I pound punch pummel pull the body out of the freezer. Freezer fire fire cox-zucker machine.

Cough up blood and bits of the Book shrapnel

It’s funny because I was encouraging someone earlier today, I say. I told them: things don’t get better – YOU get better – you form coping techniques. Communities. Structures. You age like fine wine. I don’t know if I believe that about myself though, I say. Why not? says Asia. I’m tired and old and I don’t want to keep fighting, I say. I finished that documentary on MMA. It showed a summary of the fight with Nick Diaz and Donald Cerrone. Cerrone got hit over 100 times in the head. The documentary concluded: “For the rest of your life, go out, touch gloves, and fight.” I’m tired of getting hit in the head, I say.

I cough up blood and took to my room. I took to my room and let things evolve glowing (there is no need to develop and extend everything. Some stand without explanation and explanations come to an end somewhere).

Cough up blood cat cinnamon cities Cat cardamom how wheels monastery

Bits of Book boomerang Ziggy Stardust and Aladdin Sane David Bowie with a bowie knife / Long Thin Duke with a long spear

I took to my room – arcade cabinet – cabinet of curiosities – corrosive acid walls – and let things evolve slowly. Explanations come to an end somewhere.

Hey Christina? Can I ask you a question? You can, she says. How much do you love me? Quite a bit! Do you think you love me more than I love me? Maybe, says C. I think you put more conditions on your love for yourself than I put on my love for you. Do you think you love me the same as I love you? Not sure! says C. I feel I love you unconditionally and nothing you do will change the fact that I love you. Oh yeah, then I think it’s the same, says C. I always feel loved by you. Do you think I’m difficult to love? I do not, says C. I find it easy and enjoyable.

For the rest of your life, go out, touch gloves, and fight

Cough up blood and bits of lung in brine pool melancholy

Out and territory thus limb brine pool melancholy Dense saline body his get pieces to her melancholy

Melancholy salts my body bitter mara wormwood (I can’t see myself at 40 to be honest. Surprised I made it to 30. I hope I die so someone might listen to the songs I write or wrote). See salt abrasives vomit I am slow to forgive (Why can’t I be snowing why won’t you fucking love me?)

My melancholy coughs up blood and bits of lung on Book pages / Suicide stained faith moves to maintains with melancholy

I exist empty except melancholy Exist except exist except accept and all anywhere within interior

I throw up blood. For the rest of my life, get up, touch gloves, and fight. I throw up blood and bits of lung – arcade lagoon – machine melancholy and bog body brine
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Enter arcade and a white hunter kills

Enter arcade and a white hunter hunts harmolodics brine funk

Enter arcade hands men came concubine her going Arcade hunts middle and my middle body touch gloves god arcade

I enter arcades to wrestle Double Dragon gods I throw up god gumbo and gut jambalaya

Enter arcade decades: decades deluge decades tonality diamond

I enter arcades contact acid avalanche collages at mirror mirages / mixed mirage topologies trade topologies those arcade against arcades. I enter the arcade and I invade space spool fool wool wingdings (I enter arcade melancholic brine).

Revisit, Listen, And Look

I revise or revisit orchestra treated like a chamber orchestra without voices Revise rabbit or revisit rhizome white river rapids: slow moving meat singing the amorous expectations using micro-intervals

Revise receive: receive rewrite short distance – revise short distance. Re re vise write vice writ. I peer bridge look on down from the bridge bunker (Body bunker hot cross buns care – bunker crucifixion – under body). Revise vertical vision call bridge down conduction. Receive visions written bridge chambers: revolve chamber revise. Receive perpetually revised vision simultaneous eternal.

I receive or revisit orchestra trade loop electronics. Revisit electronic orchestra loops.

And now, my children, listen to me, and be attentive to the words of my mouth. Do not let your hearts turn aside to her ways; do not stray into her paths, for many of those she has laid low and numerous and her victims. Her house is the way of sheol, going down to the chambers of death.

Revise ferocious death Revisit and words ways has way how of chamber orchestra

Revise cinema of writing: re vise write passages, of re ra solutions of deferred. What happen my my do low sheol.

Ferocious death mad drag leave the camera running Leave the car running chambers

What I look for numerous are her victims Look key yarn name do stray and going

I revisit glitch writing distortion art ark artifact I glitch written pop click dialectic between inner voices and orchestra of the outside world

Listen Do stray and going To not into numerous down Listen Do stray and going listen

I stray into her paths. Do not stray into her paths I stray into her paths. I stray into her sheol / Taryn Tartarus. I descend marriage of heaven and hell…

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Receive sheol sugarcane leviathan
Lake leviathan vision three sisters
Her way sheol death
Receive her numerous victims

Sheol, look. Look revisit and receive. Re re look re ceive write visit re sheol. Leave the camera running what I look for look cathedral long god duration. Look cable earth harrowing word dark. Look dark caved downward desert desert Tartarus. Stegosaurus sheol. She lays me low and I bury myself all her victims.
Numerous lull low sheol lavender sleep pure archive. Look archive vivid sculpture.

Look children the the mouth let Word paths low how many has are death

Look archive vivid scripture sculpture Rapid under worlds hurry in harsh habits tic tether leather

Laughing look book shook carafe cracks. I share look crack haunt attic. At some point, look.

At some point, look. Re/write vision-creation. What I look for chamber at attic hat that wedding dress. Look I don’t know what but my heart turns aside to her ways – way death – the way up and the way down the same – marriage of heaven and hell fully present in the rainbow nautilus chamber.

At some look, her face point curve volume. Uneasy look but risk my face aside her face look the kiss.

For many are those she car zine fat and retinue are her coffin Her noise is new to sheol, meant down to the chambers of death
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Revise match revisit orchestra treated chamber without voices
Anechoic chamber anarchy
Chamber chum shark tooth sheol revise

I revise rabbit and revisit rhizome white river rapids: show movement minimalism experiment micro-intervals

Microtonal listen has stray children

Microtonal listen numerous laid be and

Microelectronics victims those sheol paths way

Revise experiment glitch micro-intervals (I glitch stitch writing distortion art ark artificial Glitch stitch written pop click dialectic between inner voices and orchestra of the outside worlds) Rewrite turntable rumble how and flutter flesh / desert dog distortions

Revisit look: I peer bridge look on down from the bridge

Revisit radial radians bunker Taryn Trigonometry. I live in the heart top heat of the unit circle.

Look here or there Christina Panthalassa. Look ground here or there incalculable hosts of sharks gather around the carcass Christina carcosa.

Look skulls strewn across midden language. Revisit Taryn talks walks wall skull lilith spiders.

Look. Look skull revisits orchestra percussion. Look unit circle: Taryn radiant mad drag sheol (I love how all the other skunk cabbages look like flowers and the one native to Eastern North America looks like an eldritch horror, says Asia). Revise and look: revisit and look.

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I look what I look for: laid sheol not ways

At some point, look addicted to melancholy through to worlds going and to paths

Look attic radio static crater Attic crater ragtime ebb body

Upright tighten now the dance Echo dance dance called body pendulum

To some point look shake open happen melancholy

Look – do not fear eldritch abomination vision: it takes tangle root without uprooting, a cabbage chrism. Risk abomination: abomination aside her to path slide sheol. I see sheol the she of chambers. Chamber clamshell snaps Ben Adam cannibal (universe eats me god glitch yard of blonde girls). Look. Sheol combs the bridge and looks down skunk cabbage bodies.

Sheol transformation: her house do victims stray. Sheol transforms low listen children numerous she.

Vision glances nervously through the imperceptible gap of my skull sutured like an eldritch horror.

All the Book has been about is melancholy – death – bipolar oscillations pendulum numerous sheol. All the Book has been about towards death taproot Tartarus – speak death taproot Tartarus – speak death chamber orchestra. Without voices – prophesy death revise re re visit write – desert into underworld sheol and gehenna other. I my only ever other to my death odd details numerous she and me many aside her ways not her the words chamber sheol. Detailed look my body autocannibalizes.

I look what I look for hesitation – haunt hesitates sheol echolocation. Look shape open slake happens melancholy.
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Revisit glitch orchestrate chamber turntable rumble Revisit vow and flesh / desert dog distortion Desert distortion a kind of triadic atonality

Interpolate Text-Compositions

Begin twine twin tunings. Begin growth garden gar bar gamut: growth tetrachord cords growth genuine. Begin twine attack thicket (thicker begin into the top of jeans I tuck beginning into beginnings).

Continuing to prophesy in discontinuity

Continue prophecy prophesy discontinuity. Interpolate Find-Found-Texts and Text-Compositions

<Text-Composition No. 1

In the beginning, experiment. I continually make, shape, manufacture. Creation myths Christina narrative. If I do not experiment, I die and writing necessitates experiment through remix, sampling, and reinvention / transformation.

Christina karst sparse spirit abandons if I ever get off this killing floor

Christina couple down the road from the Book bunnies kitchen kits kiss cheap machine

Christina clip can do something you don’t get mad>

Begin twine twin tunings: <in the beginning, experiment>. Experiment and interpolate and mosaic.

Begin twine twin tuning beginnings. I garden beginnings. Garden continuity prophetic discontinuity garden. Begin <if I ever get off this killing floor>.
Discontinuity discovery
Black bull black books black
Cauldron cook chase chiasmus
Continue prophesy discontinuity

Proceed on your journey and cross the Wadi Arnon. See, I have handed over to you King Sihon the Amorite of Hish bon, and his land. Begin to take possession by engaging him in battle. This day I will begin to put the dread and fear of you upon the peoples everywhere under heaven; when they hear report of you, they will tremble and be in anguish because of you.

Proceed on your journey and cross the Book Garden of Forking Paths. The Book gardens gar bar gamut growth and journey and cross. Cross in the beginning. <In the beginning experiment> crossing and journey <make, shake, manufacture>. Continue prophecy did I continuity
Proceed you engaging of will
King him you tremble
And journey the battle

Continue prophecy across dis/continuity (discontinuity / discoverings). I for something seek something sightseeing. I for something coastal birds. Something birds fly glisses stained glass. I don’t real realize separate from glass. Glass fountain sprouts-sprays outward (toward existence / non-existence). I disappear no non that nothing. Prophesy pan/tonality threatens. This day I will begin to put the dread and fear of you.

Begin twine twin tunings. I tuck beginning into beginning: <in the beginning experiment / reinvention transformation>.

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I arrange eros ergodic. Arrange atrocity exhibition for dead most part puzzling
Begin twin this castle is a creator of chaos
Twine twin each rebirth, it takes a new form
Arrange arrogant Ddaughters of men deluge. Create and shape demiurge: deluge down arrange down. Arrange range tangent arrange aleatoric. Arrange alpha for omega negative or negation. I begin arrange but hear have to the report experiment.
Arrange a certain number and cross the dread
And being anguish because of Hish bon and his land
Array arrange aeon aeon archon architecture.

Array <Christina karst sparse spirit> array. Christina karst array architecture. Array architecture act arrange: A Christina experiment. Christina arrays experiment prophecy.

You believe my work prophesies, right? I ask Christina. I do, says C. In a supernatural way? Yes, she says. I asked because I had a conversation with Asia about it recently, I say. “Let me put it this way. I don’t really believe in prophecy in any kind of supernatural way but I believe in you and I don’t think I could or should try to stop you.” I don’t expect others to believe in anything supernatural, says C. How did it make you feel? Good, I say. That she believed in me despite her preconceived notions, I say. Yeah, I think that’s all you can ask for, says C. It’s not a thing you can compel others to believe. What prophecy do you receive from me? I say. Your intuition in response to stuff. You writing. I think you tap into a thing just by being. And you report it out by living, she says. Would you like to hear what I think or attempt to prophesy? I say. Yes. I think I prophesy anarchy, creative community, and the unnamed unconditional. The friendships I have like Kindred and Pando provide a model for creative community and creative anarchy. I like that, says Christina.

Array arrange <Christina couple down the road from the Book>. Array <Christina clip can do something> arrange a certain extent number number nuts and bolts
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Begin twine twin tunings. Begin I have landed on you King him in battle. Begin to you King Sihon the dread and his land. The dread prophesy / pantonality threatens.

This Arcade Area And Arena

I feel aware of this arcade area and arena. I awn ash aware, the beware arcade. Beware arcade flutters hellfire mothers (welfare mothers make better lovers sulfur smoke). I feel aware – wake aware awake – of the arcade. I wake aware aware of the arcade and its area smoked ash. I stir the fire and brimstone an awn ash awe. Arcades amplify ben body metalwork / iron foundations
I work arcade catapult
Taryn trebuchet rains on fortifications
Ben body arcade siegeworks
An awning over the arcades alarm melancholy, an aluminum aleph. I left the arcades towards aleph repeated magnitudes / cardinal magmas and magnet volcanoes. I merry-go-round arcades with magnavox video screens, and I photograph my metalwork melancholy.

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He walked onto the stage at the Aladdin Hotel in Las Vegas, looked at the sold-out crowd, and exclaimed, “What the fuck am I doing here?”

What the fuck am I doing here? Alive, sitting in this chair, writing between nursing and contemplating death mixed mania melancholy. What the fuck – this fuck forced through my skull skipping off the arcade asphalt any area / chair arena. My skull record needle scratches across groove – secret body siegework – iron foundations flattened into the bone asphalt (highway self-destruction arcade humbug). I fright highway hermetic electricity (electric chair catalysts).

Melancholy – saturnine melancholy – the fading illumination of Sabbatai Sevi. I experience harsh flashes of cruel illuminations and soothing supernal darkness. Experience damned light and lewd light (First Person 3rd Sex The world of the les… the furtive cult of strange loves and fierce passions). Damned light and lewd light flashes my body with white room melancholy (their cell is completely white: the walls, the floor and the ceiling, as well as clothes and food. Neon tubes are positioned above the occupant in such a way that no shadows appear). Uncertain divine flashes flood the arcades no shadows. Flashes fuck white room torture / no awning all awe blind (my melancholy records such visions in illuminated manuscripts).
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I feel aware of this arcade area and area arcades alert me to my own agony – agon aleph agony – and arcades experiment torture garden (I garden in arcades, root vegetables sprouting human bodies).

In the days of wheat harvest, Reuben went and found mandrakes in the field and brought them to his mother Leah. Then Rachel said to Leah, “Please give me some of your son’s mandrakes.” But she said to her, “Is it a small matter that you have taken away my husband? Would you take my son’s mandrakes also?” Rachel said, “Then he may lie with you tonight for your son’s mandrakes.” When Jacob came from the field in the evening, Leah went out to meet him and said “You must come in to me, for I have hired you with my son’s mandrakes.” So he lay with her that night.

I garden in arcades, the root vegetable sprouting human bodies

Son’s mandrakes created them male and female son of man

Messianic mandrakes foreshadow the Human One

So harvest mandrakes the matter mandrakes

Hurry, the arcade alert me
They talking about nuclear war
It’s a motherfucker don’t you know
If you push that button you’re ass gotta go
Aware arcades admit something awe skull

Mandrakes motherfucker don’t you know. But she his mandrakes field with when. Arcade you taken out mandrakes. Aware arcades admit something awe skull.

The 1971 date was chosen by the History of the Computing Project as the beginning of the golden age of arcade gaming for two reasons: The creator of Pong filed a pivotal patent regarding video game technology, and it was the release of the first arcade video machine, Computer Space.

I compute space this is where time becomes space arcades I compute or compact space this is where time becomes space acute arcades / cute triangles tail the ambulance sirens Sirens sing those sailor death ambulance blues

I speak space. I prophesy Sun Ra space. I prophesy Sun Ra space rhizome, and the time-becomes-space mycorrhiza minotaur arcades. I spark arcades and spill arcades (the whipping acts as a hygienic massage the same time as it stimulates).
I stimulate screw driver arcades
I compute space absurd arcades attacca arcades
I feel aware of this arcade aria and passacaglia. I feel would mandrakes in wheat come evening. I awn ash mandrake, the beware nuclear war. Beware arcade white room torture. Rachel said to meet him and said to her that you have taken away my husband. You have taken away the arcades gardening messianic mandrakes. Beware welfare mothers for you must come to me for I have hired you with my son’s mandrakes.

Tennis For Two

Tennis For Two is a sports video game developed in 1958 which simulates a game of tennis, and was one of the first games developed in the history of video games.

Tennis For Two conceals a temporary tattoo of the Tetragrammaton Tennis For Two truncates torso halves and rearranges the remains into remnant pronunciations of the Tetragrammaton (I pronounce the Tetragrammaton in the Holy of Holies and I play a simulated game of tennis)

You shall hang the curtain under the clasps and bring the ark of the covenant in there, within the curtain, and the curtain shall separate for you the holy place from the most holy place

Tennis For Two conceals two visions and twin visions Vision die shall the curtain most the clasps and bring the ark

Two visions: I weave earth experiments that a toque if midnight meets or grazes it. I weave earth experiments soil videotape and cassette the tape human body tapestry / tapeworm travel wild up and down human bodies. It is impossible to forget the flesh.

I weave earth experiments experiment the cover on the curtains shall the hang the curtain shall separate. I weave curtain shall separate earth under the holy place. Holy the cassette tapes disperse up and down wilderness: twin wildernesses taped soil to human bodies.

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Twin visions play visions for Two. Two bodies videotape twin silent visions.

I suffer from an unexplained fear, an inability to answer questions or provide false answers, self-laughing and self-crying and I speak meaninglessly yet without fever.

Melancholy morphs mad metamorphosis death and maleficent death (He looks out anxiety this way and that, and sighs that none of his brethren come see him and he goes in and out of his cell and frequently gazes up at the sun, and so a kind of unreasonable confusion of mind takes possession of him like some form of darkness).

I look out anxiety am at look anxious melancholy. Look out this way curtain for when look anxious. Look out the most ark you ark curtain holy of shall and I go in and out of hell. I go in and out the hang the separate hell sun covenant and I gaze covenant copulating with the sun. I walk in and out of human cells to two slow to die and I feel too old two. Two to carry the ark. Melancholy morphs mad metamorphosis death within holy the holy clasps the place death.

Dark and death to dose my body dipped saturnine / long lethe melancholy invades brain mathematics burns

Melancholy fucks mixed affective disorder itself an eschatological black bile and base materialism (my body radically material spills out demiurge possession or rift roots of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil). My body ejects noonday demons. My body emits destruction tint despoils at midnight pestilence that walks in darkness and destruction that wastes at noonday.

Melancholy wrecks my body two visions play twins. Melancholy wrecks my body mud murk more molasses and I sludge through god swamps dwell black bile.

Melancholy bring the ark of the covenant in there and play two wreckages. Melancholia mess meanders messy / melancholic mirage on through a glass darkly and the speculum that doesn’t shine.

(You are the worst thing that ever happened to me. You are my best friend accept apologies. I’m holding a grudge now so you should know now grow old and die already.)

I mouth melancholy undoor doppelganger (Oh you doppelganger! You pale comrade! Why do you ape the pain of my love which tormented me upon this spot so many a night ago?) Desert dazzles undoor depression and I see my doppelganger in every direction – death north east west south – death ascent descent

Daphne melancholy gallops Ariadne (my compound eyes magnify my black bile boils magic square necromancy) Melancholy trash hang the curtain under the clasps and bring the ides of the covenant in there Doppelganger damsel the curtain

(This dimly lit confinement that I call my own apartment has me set in a web of self-pity and decay I seem to find myself just lying awake in my bed until 2 PM on Saturdays just wasting my life away I’ll never leave)

Melancholy plays tennis the ark of the most holy place Play melancholy you shall separate for you the ark of the most holy place form the covenant
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Tennis For Two is a sports video game developed in 1958 which simulates a game of tennis, and was one of the first games developed in the history of video games.

Tennis For Two conceals sound vision silence pilot / Taryn Tennis

I video lucid I video lucid I video lucid and seigneur aigrette, the seine asleep in the shadow of its bridge. It’s bridges video ben hinnom behemoth It’s bridge video ben hinnom hell land hell and I go in and out of my hell