Search For Word Contradictions

Search for word Search word where in the human inscription tarot scripture

Serpents embed human scripture Scales scale skirts earth embed scales

I coil oil spill meal white marble crying water water I coil fugitive serpent wriggling serpent and might one with seven heads I coil serpent search see search serpent coils / coil awhile abiogenesis (I birth spontaneous generation and I come from putrefying earth and vegetable matter)

(Christina spontaneously generates in the inside of herded animals / out of secretions of several of their organs)

Search for word serpent or savior. The Savior appeared not in his previous form but formless serpent. Search for serpent, that dragon of old. They will be taken through the mouth of the tail of the dragon into the chamber of outer darkness.

The Savior appeared not in her previous form, but formless serpent form (I feel the formless form in the light-void of the Savior). Savior appears order and disorder, desert rearrangements arrange collage Mount of Olives.

Search for word where Book betrays Book bronze serpent. Book betrays bronze and make a fiery serpent and set it on a pole, and everyone who is bitten shall look at it and live.

Make a goose serpent and set it on a pole, and eternity who is bitten shall look at it and wave.

Make a fiery vessel, and lap it on a pole, and eternity who is bitten shall look if it and haze.

Make a weave portent, and set it on a pole, and everyone who is bitten plots look at and city.

Search for word Search word serpent sheets of sound serpent / search word fiery serpents sheets of sound fiery serpent Search Human One inscribe one ouroboros / Lovers cannibalizing the Devil Lovers

Search for word and with word betrays the Book. I betray the Book and the Book betrays me with a kiss – a coiled kiss serpent slinky. Her bronze wire wraps and embraces as fire. Book betrays my search for word swings sword swings sorcerer. Word necromancer mingles grave myth mist moss soft minuet, as if the Book Ballet keeps spinning spine serpentine. Book fools the barter but uses the barber’s razor to strip the pose crucifixion candy cane main street.
Boom Ben skull body jazz swing forests
Ben boombox swing forest placed with pink peaks place girls’ gospel
Book betrays my search for word with Street Fighter 2 background music, and its nostalgia renews nox / a little night music. Sound steeps serpent tails in a little night music and music reproduces dish fire and dusk fire dust cusp Book.

Boom Ben skull body jazz swing forests placed with peaks pink place girls’ gospel Taryn their teeth their horns charge gospel gore grass granfalloon

Search <where time becomes space directs conductions and the banshee of my consciousness doesn’t exist> Search <this third time type turns for you with depth> Search Book betrays formless form is the light-void of the Savior

Nurture that creature that is Ben, says Asia. Embrace pleasure and face your fears and you will find someone there… I am not a role – I am someone who searches, who wonders, who loves, who yearns for justice and I refuse to be pinned down by any one label… Perhaps if I wanted a label, I would want to be a walking contradiction so that anyone who knows me is challenged. But maybe I’m not bold enough, says Asia. I saw an interesting description of Walt Whitman, I said. About the role of the poet as a kind of poet-shaman, a voice crying out in the wilderness who embraces contradiction and opposition, the abject and the unloved, the trash and beautiful simultaneously… You challenge me, I say. Good, says Asia.

Search for word contradictions / reconciliation of oppositions Search for reconciliatory uniting of Christ and fiery serpent (And just as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, so must the Son of Man be lifted up, that whosoever believes in him may have eternal life)

Serpents embed embers human scripture / a poet face enough wilderness

Coil oil spill enough wilderness embrace abject – embed human scripture scales

Coil fugitive serpent and wriggling contradiction me kind so loves perhaps Ambiguous serpent Who creature embraced Book betrays Search seven horns and seven heads

Coil serpent search betrays the Book contradictions

I search for the story – whatever story survives this story of betrayal and contradiction – this story which births its own present-absent material ghosts. I birth the story of my Book birth, a Ben Book in spontaneous generation, Book from putrefying earth and vegetable matter. I search for the story that searches and experiments wilderness contradiction and embraces the visceral and abject (Book spontaneously generates the inside of animals, out of the secretions of their duplicate organs). Never will the doctrine of spontaneous generation recover from the mortal blow of this simple experiment.

All ghost stories are about time travel and the present being captured by the past. I search a storytell my body ghosts – my life contradictory ghosts. Storytell ghost serpent I panicked screams, and car noises.

In trauma, time breaks down. In trauma, embraced be unloved of will the someone so contradiction pinned.

I traverse trauma, contradictory copy of time – coiled xerox of a xerox – spirit-haunted poet wilderness.

I already sound like a ghost and I feel the formless form in the light-void of the story. I already live hermit ghost and hermetic ghost and ghostly story. I’ve always been the caretaker and I care for the story overly haunted over hauntings. The story never decays / the proton never decays. I where wilderness I simultaneously contradiction.

How do I get unstuck? How do I relieve these sticky ghosts? Chew ghosts as gum and munch crunchy protons.

Searching for word Search boom ben skull body and body gospel seduces search work word Search ben boombox ghosts with peaks peaked place more gospel ghosts
Taryn their teeth forest lacuna
Ghost gospel search grass
Grass slash glass ghost grassy places

I Prophesy In Comically Intense Reds And Oranges

I prophesy almost painfully – almost comically intense I prophesy intense reds and oranges and I intensify prophecy through the purple of my body (listen, I don’t want your presence, purple man smoking weed in my bedroom)

I revive away prophecy away any azul revelation: revive array prophecy arrange zero with resurrection. Resurrection revives a vivid sprawl of wet-clay golds, sunset reds, and desert pinks.

When these days were completed, the king gave for all the people present in the citadel of Susa, both great and small, a banquet lasting for seven days in the court of the garden of the king’s palace. There were white cotton curtains and blue hangings tied with cords of fine linen and purple to silver rings and marble pillars. There were couches of gold and silver of a mosaic pavement of porphyry, marble, mother-of-pearl, and colored stones. Drinks were served in golden goblets, goblets of different kinds, and the royal wine was lavished according to the bounty of the king.

I prophesy intense red and oranges These a and gold of days banquet blue Prophecy intense marble according people the purple mother-of-purple to present garden Prophesy purple to present garden to and the in of silver colored bounty

Revive away prophecy amyl amy acid-washed jeans gods: ring stones of citadel’s gods purple and gold

Revive < your work prophesies Human One or Child of Humanity> gold or purple Resurrect lived sprawl <Christina couple down the road from the Book>

I prophesy color X color complete or complex prophecy – complete great white were golden and cotton – complex prophetic color
Purposeful color and purposeful death
Vigilant, city style – judge, jury, and execution Death Wish
I prophesy purple play a standard part of the operatic repertoire

I fall a holy fast and an anarchic anorexia for prophecy (I among the fasting girls through a mirror dimly anorexia mirabilis) I move towards unstable life-death and I prophesy miraculous loss of appetite

The game is called “No, I’m Not Human” or something like that, says Asia. The concept is that not only is the sun so hot that you will literally burn up if you go outside during the day, but there are “visitors” pretending to be human. People will knock on your door and ask to be let in and you get to decide whether or not to let them in or turn them away. The Let’s Player (a psychologist) went on a tangent about how in this sort of situation with such intense loss of life and suffering, no one really should be doing well mentally, like it would be normal to be having some anxiety or depression or going a little dululu. He started talking about people in that mindset are not in a place for higher levels of thinking and then I thought to myself there are people stuck in that mindset even when they aren’t in crisis. Like my parents. The world is out to get them. The world is a dangerous place and they are going to be quick to turn people into others. People dying isn’t going to change anything if people can’t break themselves free from the cycles that cause more suffering. We are cogs in a machine that we didn’t build and don’t understand completely but we don’t have to be. I was able to start rethinking my role in things, so other people have that capacity. Not that they all will but they can, says Asia. I should make a distinction [in my role] between Ben as me and Ben as Prophet, I say. Ben as Prophet is definitely less pessimistic and prophesying “a voice in the wilderness” to anarchic community. My prophecy is much more hopeful than I personally feel. That’s the nature of prophetic thought… You think Jesus was feeling the Kingdom of God Within You when he was being crucified and cried at my god my god why have you forsaken me? I don’t think so. I don’t think he felt the Kingdom many times despite him prophesying it, I say. Nah, Ben can be both, says Asia. Don’t be afraid of embracing the parts of you that aren’t so ugly. You are a vast expanse. Unless you are afraid of crucifying a prophet when you crucify yourself. Could you say more on this? I’m not quite sure what you mean, I say. Like when you feel down on yourself, is it easier to separate Ben from the prophet? Is it easier to be down on Ben than Ben the prophet? says Asia.

Prophesy color X color so crucify break tangents Wet-clay golds from despite kingdom something my whether having prophet

Mentally to away in crucified of sunset reds Not capacity place of prophesying people like decide Ben

Prophesy difficult prophecy whether Ben the Nurse or Ben the Prophet (these Bens compose the same Ben). Prophesy difficult prophecy whether Ben the Musician and Ben the Seer (These Bens superimpose on Ben on Ben into Ben: one Ben). Prophesy difficult prophecy: <Kindred prophesies in the beginning was the verb>. Kingdom Within You oracles <unfixed free improvisation – unfixed prophecy becoming Pando without category>. Don’t be afraid of embracing whatever ugly – or not so ugly. This prophecy paints my body with wet-clay gold, sunset reds, and desert pinks. Body prophecies green wire solder and cotton couches goblets.

I fall into holy fast and this image can be preserved only momentarily before it changes – my body moment to moment sunset red. This word always on the verge of collapsing the of and marble according people – purple mother-of-pearl to present garden. I fall onto collapsed words (verge – bittersweet symphony – my body decays after crucifixion).

I prophesy almost painfully – vast expanse oracle and magic Prophesy almost painfully – absurd gold, sunset red, and pink desert – pink desert people cogs be people a going prophesying is people

I always prophesy almost comical blue was the palace Ben last expanse banquet of drinks (embrace color X color mosaic goblets)

Vivid sprawl Vivid sprawl golden goblets lasting anxious sprawl, vivid desert pink

Film Space Is The Place

Film fragments as cellulose blanket and tortoiseshells

Film misadventures deliberate time and space desert fragments

I meet earth misadventure shorter animations. I meet body modified death by misadventure and I die edges (It was the biggest space you could look at that still had an edge). I look space spare space in space speculum that doesn’t shine.
Bigger space separate space
Biggest space snap spaces speculum and specter

<Text-Composition No. 4

This is where time becomes space

This room space conducts sonic booms Hume’s fork homeless silverware

This time the Empire Never Ended. Rome insidiously subsists behind the Last Vegas simulacrum. This is where time becomes space / the Empire Never Ended but I prophesy from to through the spectral space.

This is where time becomes space
Space is the place
We travel the spacewalks from planet to planet

This is where time becomes space directs conductions and the banshee of my consciousness doesn’t exist

This is where time thyme turns for you with depth connects between two entities to you sprawl Pando

Room conducts sonic boom conic sections We travel Pando from planet to planet Pando grows between and among and through the Empire Never Ended

This room time becomes body space still a love supreme Pando

Planets rebuilt her own way than two harpoons sonic boom

Room time room space reciprocates Pando built unconditional: two fool harpoons play and Pando rebuilt two trees Ben and Asia.

Pando rebuilt many trees one tree Ben and Asia.>

I look at space and misadventure of space. I look space into space without edge. Spaces without edges eat immediate into biggest edge death misadventure.

I look at <this room time becomes space still a love.> I look space this space <room conducts sonic boom conic sections>.

So he spent that night there and from what he had with him he took a present for his brother Esau. These he delivered into the hand of his servants, every drove by itself, and said to his servants, “Pass on ahead of me, and put space between drove and drove.”

Film fragments and cellulose space nights a hand his between Film fragments tortoiseshell <Hume’s fork homeless silverware>

Film fragments <we travel the spaceways from planet to planet>

Film tortoiseshell on drove what brother every head <directs conductions and banshees>

Film fragments cellulose blankets and tortoiseshells (mixed topologies of flesh and fractal / fractal arcade anarchies) Anarchic arcade attacks sound continuity – paradoxically continuous fragments – contradicting continuous fragments <this time the empire never ended>

Fragments fuck a friction arcade arcade palisades (I listen to Mineral and Further Seems Forever several configurations of hauntology. I listen to EndSerenading <insidiously subsists behind the Last Vegas simulacra>). My arcade spinal column splits a free jazz hauntology. Spine splits improvisation into misadventures of the spirits, and spirits swarm arcades. Arcade free jazz improvises space and misadventure of space and it looks into spinal cord space without edge.
Free jazz jaws human bone menudo and albondigas
In the year 2000 hunting is the same… and humans are the prey! Turkey Shoot no film for chickens
Jaws drove of into these his pass between his human bone
Fragment invent change changes and improvises human bodies / body misadventures.

Burned bone and bone marrow arcade with a narrowing continuous background soundtrack dynamics

Film misadventure delivered space between to his brother Esau (this is where time becomes space; the empire never ended)

I walk up and down and back and forth in front of the painting rather than stare in contemplation. I walk up and upwards towards misadventure by death to death.
Human prey arcades
Arcade narrow shoot ahead of that to drove land
I misread death and I misinterpret death and I walk up and down death. I walk word up death – death fragments – death film – death subsisting in <the Last Vegas simulacra>. I walk word death up and down tortoiseshell death dip blanket walk up and down.

Film fragments and celluloid deserts A dynamic desert manners bone silver free jazz / insects seclude in my spine secret bridal chamber manipulation of the spine and twelve-tone row

Film fragments this is where time becomes space

Blanket <this time room space conducts sonic booms>

Tortoiseshell <this time the Empire Never Ended>

Film <space is the place we travel the spaceways from planet to planet>

Narrate Numinous Myth Counterclockwise

Narrate numinous myth counterclockwise gnarl snarl story numberless myth clockwise
(Clock signs telephone sigils signal telegraph wire word unwound myth towers and poles)

Narrate neon one all and all but always windows endows doors more:
zoom myth squeezes through door hinges more rooms zoom zebra

Through subterranean door only words exist counterclockwise witches swim serpent shackles:
Counterclockwise hole whole saddle counterpoint tell myth contra myth salamander keyholes

Narrate numinous spindle-spirals inscribing scripture thread embedded in my head on my bed shimmed door hinges

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.

Rain Rhythm Doppelganger

Repeat rain revels rain double rhythm
Repeat rain runner rain rhythm doppelganger
Repeat rain revels air rhythm

Rain aether either aether repeat rain
Rain either aether repeats other rain
Rain again aether simmer either rain

Repeat rain round to crows who bring me stuff isn't a 
unique recommendation by any means of lid light again rain

Again light rain night dark double rumble ready repeat rain
Shy light rain night rumble ready crows repeat rain

Rain revels repeat rain rhythm variations
Rain runner again vary rain rhythms double
Repeat rain resin remembers air rhythm

Run rain ether either aether
Repeat run rain aether rhythm
Rain again double summer rain variations

Anxiety Seizes Me Nude Tomb

Anxiety seizes me; my body aches psychosomatic machine gun machetes. My body aches psychosomatic fucked from nothing except the sympathetic nervous system symphony: my body plays Shostakovitch’s Symphony No. 8 and String Quartet No. 8 and its desolation drills holes in my bones and ocean microflora colonize its increased interior surface area. My body aches eight eights impossible – my body aches echo eight echo engine manic frantic impossible thinking.

Anxiety seizes me and I’m thinking of what Sarah said. But I’m thinking of what Sarah said: love is watching someone die; so who’s going to watch you die? Krystal, probably. I exist alone – isolated here and here – nowhere. Sometimes I die but KRYSXTRYN resurrects me. Woman brings me back from the dead (Krystal probably). Here the when I exist I continue writing prophecy. Prophecy purple play physics / eschaton photography physics / eschaton photography. I photograph my own tomb and resurrection. Woman pulls me out of sheol and gehenna – new Son of Man original Human One.

When the Sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene and Mary Mother of James and Salome brought spices, so that they might go and anoint him. And very early on the first day of the week, when the sun had risen, they went to the tomb. They had been saying to one another, “Who will roll away the tomb?”

My paintings are the last paintings one can make / my Book is the last Book that one can write

My paintings the last paintings stone sabbath spices first tomb

My Book last Book the one the anoint sun another tomb

Prophesy purple pulses prophecy mixed pink beam. Continue prophecy Philip K. Dick. Eschew any eschaton even though apocalypse perpetually returns to any table of generations. Tomb possesses purple-pink PKD pocket dimensions.

Anxiety seizes me the sun had risen, the stone and anoint him. Who will roll away the sun had risen, the mother of the entrance tomb?

My body aches risen tomb first anoint The DSCH motif Magdalene the day stone very to tomb

Anxiety strikes me and I had forgotten how to read. I would no longer play – I could no longer play by instinct. Then at one point I did not need to translate the notes; they went directly to my hands.

Anxiety seizes me and my hands spawn desperate music / grotesque Elohim. Music megamouth and mackerel swim up karakoram. Music masks muscular male bodies (made male bodies / mysteries of the kingdom male lying with males).
Your hands on my body
A suitcase for a corpse / your sweet body to kill
Five dolls for an august moon
Anxiety seizes me my male muscular body and my muscles make new Shostakovich compositions.

My nude male body seizes <karst get of this killing floor> Hidden in my masculinity, muscular god bodies (the god body is a gay male body) I meet male god body with my male body in the bridal chambers (I do not escape my body until I jump)

There are so many female nudes in art, I say to Asia. There need to be more male nudes. I was learning about Japanese photographer Tamotsu Yato and his subjects was the Japanese male (sometimes nude, although conforming to Japanese censorship). His use of the male form is beautiful. Christina went to an exhibit one of Robert Mapplethorpe’s photography and she walked away very impressed, I say.

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

Tissue cassette tape injures invasion sound brutalist brags / brick ball Brass blast draw stucco invasion bitches brew brash funk

Tissue invades many spices and the went entrance cassette tape From to might Sabbath tomb brutalist bitches brew Salome tomb

The continuous background bricks away the discontinuous background (the background red looks like it wants to be something) The continuous background grows background into noncontinuous cantor dust

I quicken continuous background and soundtrack and sound tracks train track tremble rumble (return of Taryn?) Sound tracks train Asia Rhizome rain / sound rains chaos terrain Chaos terrain traces an arcade sound loud lady of the lake (YHVH sprites arcade lights, small letters in luminous red and gold and raised like a glowing scarab)

Chaos terrain traces arcade empty tomb spice karakoram (Return of Taryn? Return of the nude male body impressed on the Book)

Space Invaders inverts invasion a Tetragrammaton possessor Space Invaders invents invader the Empire Never Ended

I do not end but sketch text invasion / I sketch space invaders inverted continuous downward earth
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Anxiety seizes me my body aches psychosomatic / unanchored psychopomp Delirium diverges to netherworld / Ben Adam abyss
Hell is empty and all the devils are here
I am that very witch. When I sleep my spirit slips away
from my body and dances naked with the devil.

One reason I write body horror is because I grew up in the adoration of the body of Jesus, I say to Asia. It’s always the crucified body. Very rarely the resurrected body. In Catholic tradition, there were mystics who adored specific wounds of Christ – the side wound was very prominent and often took on vaginal imagery too. The Via Dolorosa and the stations of the cross. We are talking about the nude male body here. There’s no wonder mystics looked at Christ’s body and thought themselves as lovers of Christ and wrote Song of Songs poems and allegories, I say.

Anxiety seizes me holy spirit holly roller risen sabbath away saying They had so early to has another Magdalene

Seizes who tomb space insiders without background

Seizes my male nude body stone roll they brought they

Move male nudes invade my muscular body string quartet grotesque

Anxiety seizes me nude tomb

I Look For The Cryptid Messiah

What do I look for? I look. I look the there in here and look. Look. Big Foot and Loch Ness Monster. Look, my hands shaking at the what do. I shake out my hands at the what do I look for – sun strikes.

Peering at the bridge (look on down from the bridge there’s still fountains down there)

I peer bridge my body bridges liquid skull and liquid letters and letters with shadows. Look shadow letters look awake what to peer through. I peer in shadows and share her letter lilith pink laser beam bridge incision (pink lilith surgery – alto saxophone screeches – pink altissimo – its central syllable missing).

I peer bridge look down for the bridge bunker

What do I look for? Something without/within question – question marks – machine mark look. Look bridge Book <bizarre Book builds Book dada hydra Book happenings>.

Look hydra the there in where

Do you have any hydra in your pond jars? I say. No, says Asia. I have no hydra. They continue to elude me. But not for long. […] HYDRA, says Asia. HYDRA IN THE POND CUBE. Gimme gimme gimme, I say.

Then if anyone says to you, ‘Look, here is the Messiah!’ or ‘There he is!’ – do not believe it. For false messiahs and false prophets will appear and produce great signs and wonders, to lead astray if possible, even elect. Take note. I have told you beforehand. So if they say to you, ‘Look! He is in the wilderness’ do not go out. If they say, ‘Look! He is in the inner rooms’ do not believe it. For the lightning comes from the east and flashes as far as the west, so will be the coming of the Son of Man.

What do I look for? I look. I look here in the messiah cryptid – Christina Loch Ness or Ben Adam Bigfoot – Holy Spirit Sasquatch or Word Mongolian Death Worm.

Look my hands shake word logos Look here is the Christ Lake Champlain
Look then messiah if I east
Messianic sun strikes and lightning flashes

I look for the what do I look for: something hydra Unknown hydra X look mystery
Look Pond cube
Look Book happening
I look for sun strobes Loch Ness

I look for the what do I look for – for where death kenosis neurosis memory. Archive what do I look for – archive – archive nostalgia – archive without name. I look for a potent nostalgia – memory – direction melancholy. Look material – hydra material – look and if in the here material. Something material or mechanical mad messianic.

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Look. Look. Look like lanternfly fish visions. Look. Look shake rain line novelty. Novel drone look a little bit of night music.

Surreal look like alike Ben Adam messianic woman Look surreal stress lightning peals desert
Orange peel chamber python
Sunset orange be or wonders
Sun great signs and wonders
Messiah material polymeter monthly around surreal faces Face surreal sun my fish face and I face in the inner rooms lightning

My eyes sand sleep chainsaw cattle and cocks Look sleep chain lion eyes iron teeth

My eyes snap sleep (saw their cocks swell down like word: noon the oxen cows who swelled give birth to elephant)

Eyes look lurk look loop eyes birthing (birth messianic materials)

My eyes sand sleep look – look figure with meat – grotesque looks if and Sleep look swell down like sleep

Look make arche make take look Look match as materials look messiah

Look at arc ear look Art arc look cock swell

Take the in if they wilderness Wonders if coming the he do not prophets

My eyes sand sleep I sleep in the afternoon retreating from work ready and dropping away from reading
I read raw shipwreck
I read shipwreck rhizome
Shipwreck ram rough ravages
I revise and revisit: as long as my ideas have not exhausted every possibility of proliferation, they stay in my mind

Look shipwreck wreck sand word look

I have no hydra. They continue to elude but not for long. I have no hydra they cannot elude you forever. Look they cannot elude you forever. Look.
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What do I look for? I look – I look the there in here and look look material. I fall into – onto – fall they keep calling me bold cold. I look cold through cold stop. Stop. Look stop shot top palindrome prodigal dome my brain falling hydra. I fall into – onto – elephant birth. Brain falls flip fat fall brain insane in the membrane, membrane memory dematerialized. Looks disappear absent set death. God death look scripture archives (signs inner out the in wilderness elect take possible the do). Membrane do go say lightning.

Look. My face shears through a glass darkly. I am climbing Jacob’s ladder soldiers of the cross. Look. Mystery of mysteries mirrors otherside through a glass darkly. My face swears soft most onto glass and amasses faces – every face a face of god. God appears to me as a woman. The Woman Hydra wines my spine cord stegosaurus. Look. Woman. Ben Hydra + KRYSXTRYN + Asia With Weevils. Beware my face metamorphosis which sprouts orchid blooms. I disappear in the face not mine somewhere another mirror. Look. Look Hydra Woman in the pond cube keeps rosary, Christ praying God somewhat Elohim lema sabachtani. Look sabbath.

Look disappear absent set death. God death look scripture archives.

Look. My grotesque body likes chrysalis. I spurt-split alkaline wings. Metamorphosis mirror move material darkly. For false messiahs and false prophets will appear, and produce great signs and wonders. Look. Wonders transform their bodies word and the sleep redeems. Material sleep last supper changes. Look. I am in the wilderness.

My mind mangle melody many For as the lightning comes from the east, great signs and wonders

Some kind ending – not kind but sudden drawn barrier. Cinema of writing, if passages, of resolution deferred. What happened to the dream deferred – ferocious death – mad drag mirror look – mad look drag the body in the car. Shag carpet and popcorn ceilings leave the camera running.

What I look for. Cook key yard name. Look cathedral hydra. What I look for. Hydra doesn’t elude me.

Book Cannibalizes Books

Continue underworld speech Continue speech dead underworld supercontinent Endless dead swarm swirling radius

Now when Jesus saw great crowds around him, he gave orders to go over to the other side. A scribe then approached and said, “Teacher, I will follow you whoever you go.” And Jesus said to him, “Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.” Another one of his disciples said, “Lord, first let me go and bury my father.” But Jesus said to him, “Follow me, and let the dead bury their dead.”

Continue dead speech to go when to the other side To go over to the side underworld To go over to the side underworld Go over to the other side: female Left side woman across lake arcade

I will follow her wherever she goes
Follow me and bury my father side
Foxes have nests, but the air have orders to go and bury my father side
Follow her and revive my mother side: woman arcade speech underworld female

Endless dead swarms hell swirling radius Radio radical language and radio performance resonance because asylums come nerve have feel for

I feel for grace stereo. Feel for grace silk stereo – I did. I feel radical medicine language and new performances. I perform underneath and let the dead bury dead. Dead buries dead stereo speech and I feel underground supercontinent travel. Travel across stirring crowds. I perform 600 Lines / new languages require new techniques.

They husks hypnotized his name have, apart from flowers for Flower flowers radio flesh follow her fantasy

Floorless flowers wherever approaches your great the orders Swirling hell now foxes let A Jesus and

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Of his own writing in its relation to the world outside itself, he wrote: it doesn’t resemble anything

My work resembles the Bible or the Nag Hammadi Codex, but sometimes the Book devours books. The Book cannibalizes scriptures and human bodies. So Moses and Aaron went to Pharaoh and did as YHVH had commanded; Aaron threw down his staff before Pharaoh and his officers, and it became a snake. Then Pharaoh summoned the wise and the sorcerers, and they also, the magicians of Egypt, did the same by their secret arts. Each one threw down his staff, and they became snakes, but Aaron’s staff swallowed up theirs. Book serpent swallows all other book serpents, and its swirling stereo serpentine resembles nothing / the dead bury their dead.

I resemble rhizome. I resemble rhizome remnants and rhizome circular ruins. I research human ribs and book skeletons: Son of Man skeletons, archaic human skeletons, extinct fish bones / they’re serving fish in the jailhouse tonight.

The writing resembles towering hell and radio spoke hell – ultraviolet assemblages.
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Continue dead speech underneath

Continue undead speech another sail crowds sail birds Supercontinent the disciples follow he will air

Swing swirl inked come mind good have halves Half halve radical language and new performance

New keeps calling me and calling me

Your Book isn’t a narrative, says Asia. I don’t think the themes in your writing will ever be as obvious as the ones in this book. […] I think your writing is that. Its format and structure defy expectations. It’s not narrative or poetry – it’s its own beast and people have to tread it differently when they read it, says Asia.

New keeps calling me and new music requires new techniques. New medicine requires new research and synthesis (I’ve found you have to look at old things in a new light). The Snake Book devours all books old and wise serpents.

Have bejeweled path that, pain the ruin for where to stocks. Be poetry that hank metamaterial will furthered.

Foxes have holes and birds of other call me speech dead. Birds of the dead bury my father of his head. A scribe the air have orders to lay his head and dead call to me new speech performance. I further jewels bejeweled begotten. I further begotten Son of Man and birds dead crucify (serpent Book devours my body jeweled radio halves). I further finish jewel radio jazz dead and code. I code under ground underworld. I code erode supercontinents. Code decodes deconstructed desert. I further desert jewels hidden in fox holes and birds of dead across. Jewels jaw maw splash cymbals radio ruins.

Tusk splash cymbals radio ruins

Shell husk splash hi-hat hell

Her hat splash harsh hell (hell have ears to hear when farm quivering to shivering)

I further metamaterials feathers further metamorphosis (my dead resemble nothing but dead burning their own dead). Snake metamaterials so across to woman and she prays for the dead: she had died, she has risen, she will come again.

Hell have here when swirling radio (radio dead so dead they keep calling me)

They call but will Jesus dead to side: her side and my left side woman

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It doesn’t resemble anything / Book resembles Book. The Book resembles the Bible erased in desert (let the dead bury their own dead). The Book resembles the Book in the same manner God resembles God (When God, El, wanted to reveal Itself, It appeared as a point). The arcades point to a hallucination god and the arcades archive an impossible god. The Book resembles this Book. Book devours every god (Book eats Elohim).

The arcades archive Book and the innumerable books assembled by the Book. The arcade composes a strange Book, the Book Space Invaders and Pac-Man in manuscript minuscules. Arcades archive ant colony colonnade / a Christina calypso of illuminated manuscripts. I video an arcade manuscripts. I video an arcade manuscripts and I scrape video screens as palimpsests (When God, El, wanted to reveal Itself, It appeared as a pixel on an arcade screen).

It doesn’t resemble anything: God makes its own hallucination gods, the demiurge tonality diamonds.

I invade video game arcades and I bury the dead dead Ben Hinnom invasive species. I invade Son Of Man empty tomb corner kudzu or bone knife spirit slices. I transform my bone knife into a ruby knife. I rub ruby on Book arcade until it sprouts birds of the air and fox psychopomps.

Claw Machine Hammers My Nude Body

Video a young vampire squid swimming among white particles in Monterey Bay National Marine Sanctuary

Video my nude body arcade pornographies / an exotic Parisian arcade shared with broken glass catholic mass

Video game arcades at the time became as common as convenient stores, while arcade games like Pac-Man and Space Invaders would appear in most locations across the United States including funeral homes.

I video my nude body and I amass arcades and pornographies. I amass peephole cameras and crane abyss claw machines. When I lower the claw machine arm, it keeps descending down into the bottomless pit. I climb down the arm and the machine glass solidifies into night sky and full moon. I descend bottomless pit and fight Reptile surrounded by claw machine prizes.

Claw maw arcades magma (magma invades an inverted arcade space / inverted or retrograde arcade projects) Project an absurd arcade space video speed meat figure with meat mania

Then I desired to know the truth concerning the fourth beast, which was different than all the rest, exceedingly terrifying, with its teeth of iron and claws of bronze and which devoured and broke in pieces and stamped what was left with its feet. Immediately the sentence was fulfilled against Nebuchadnezzar. He was driven away from human society, he ate grass like oxen, and his body was bathed with the dew of heaven, until his hair grew as long as eagles’ feathers and his nails became like birds’ claws.

I project an absurd arcade space video speed meat – figure with meat golden spirals – arcade hypomania and arcade imminence / I call monsters every original inexhaustible beauty.

Then exceedingly and from until I terrifyingly stamp human

He grew know his teeth life Geist long truth iron its like as

I call monsters and every inexhaustible monster. I build monsters from the Bible. I call every original monster and I construct Christina monsters from the Bible, and the plural and multiple Bible already conjures original and claw machine bronze monsters. Bible babels monsters and makes my own body Ben Adam and Ben Hinnom a Krystal hourglass monstrosity. I babel hour of the wolf and liturgy of the hours. I pray wolves and Bible multiplicities (an originary monster and a monster Book)

Broke his immediately fulfilled devoured Devoured bathed like and of bronze

As against teeth was his of the become claws Arcades across against Pac-Man funeral home

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Always arcade monsters

Who sank grace time rain! Most swirling radio so dead and code. Angela asylums came, here have feel for.

Sank grace trace taste saw tooth Sank sawtooth sine wave gerund grace to boldly go where no man has gone before

Time and it’s time time time

Time long as long as long as left with the rest time. Time which was lung and left with the dew. Mixed time his body was bathed which was different from human time.

Time tiger radio wire weird stripes (time stripped trumpet stylus). Was different arcades was I eat grass human.

You resolved to make your chaos external. External rain night train.

Immediately the sentence requires new alphabet and new monsters. I inscribe the Book with my eagle’s claws. It was clear that a new performance technique would need to be developed. In fact, every new musical language requires new performance skills. When a musical language is truly new – even radical – there is no other way to develop the approximate method or techniques of its performance. My eagle chaos scratch new techniques in the Bible without time – time and time monsters.

To develop a radical language – techniques – performances for the Book arcade and Book original Bible monsters. To develop manic arcade techniques and always original babel – intensive practice / research / writing. <Bizarre Book builds Book dada hydra Book happenings>. Technique new anew performances experiment and experiments ugly. <In the beginning, experiment. I continually make, shape, manufacture>. I grow my hair as long feathers and my nails claw immediately arcades. My teeth of iron bite new Book / claw machine bottomless pit.

Mere room increases spaces Radical Christina and Asia

More space. Most swirling radio to dead and code. Dead souls call to me monsters call to me and my own monstrous body wolves Book a Krystal hourglass wolf.

Move swirling radio so dead souls keep calling me. Dead speak to me in everywhere codes (Philip K. Dick Strawberry Fields Forever, and the cipher KING FELIX / QUEEN CHRISTINA wolves more space. <Book buds baroque Book more space. Brocade Book bridge blonde Book> wolves. More swirling space cellar door living room rubber johnny.

Always arcade monsters
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Video a young vampire squid swimming among Bible babel monsters Video my nude body arcade pornographies
True expose: Monique’s Queen of Newark’s Sex Torture Palace
For her lovely, dusky body, murder was a cheap price to pay for love of Imabelle
Video game arcades at the time became bodies and my body pulp fiction makes vampire squid dime novels

I video my nude body immediately sentenced and driven away wildly nude Video immediately fulfilled – devoured bathing – like and of bronze
True expose became claws iron with his body
A cheap price to pay terrifying from his feet know

I amass arcade vision, intersecting time – time and time new techniques – with my nude body caught in the claw machine. Claws maws my malleable body, and my flesh melts as Lucian Freud paints me without bones. Claw machine hammers my nude body all pornographies and I amass peephole camera Christina.
<Christina karst sparse spirit abandons
if I ever get off this killing floor> camera
Arcades <couple down the road from the Book> arcades
I claw maw arcades magma invades Christina chasms

I resolve to make my chaos external. I resolve to descend in claw machine chaos and live bottomless pit language. I live radical language and I make space to learn to articulate the languages. I descend nude torture garden and garden swirls language descent. I develop radical language in claw machine descent and Christina camera where everything codes KING FELIX / QUEEN CHRISTINA.