There's a madness to this, and that's not a word
I'm comfortable to make
heaves it off you takes in your
no I will I must listen distractedly moving
back, back and across
everywhere I go for you
retrace the circles. Say you've seen things
had to hold back your eyes hold them tight shut say fuck off to the twilight and sunset
you are less dead than I am
my bones are compressing
I am going around and around in circles
and don't mind. Stay very still.
o cherished vacant. Get to the whizz of it give me something. Company. Eat. Usurp compassion there isn't it's not there in there is a gut a wall in a hole a layer a dead chrome of dope me spasm the these voices now I know what you mean about that fucking song now I want all of their voices ended. Trance the edge of Will is a
No is a
Block is Block is a wound.
who is it who speaks like that one point I thought it was everyone else now I am yeah sure certainty is for shits like us embrace the infinite embrace disorder no that it isn't true change your handling of the situation was inapprop ri r i I are not the i-body i-am-is-institute destroy me generalised hatred a mountain of contrary energies.
There's nothing unlike not sleeping everything is similar to it everything I can see you can see is similar flying is similar cars is similar no
no that's a joke and fuck you I don't
have a body I have seven heads each head has nine eyes each eye has a mouth filled with sockets for eyes, each mouth of sockdts will follow the traitors home and take their eyes I without a body will curate the movements of the eyeless traitors. They will go faster and faster, spoiling the ground they left him there. Quite still. Such a still night
stretching forever like an eye
lay there for three days. Began to smell. I cannot call him. His eyes, they're as wet leather. No. Not quite that. Something left I can't describe. Perhaps you moved the chin. Made words appear. Perhaps I should move his chin, but the smell, I imagine, or if it just hung there open the discoloured tongue unfolded, resting there. Stuck there. Burn out my eyes. Electrolysis the eyes.
It is not a political statement,
..People are feeling under
valued. There is a loud confusion of hands. Sweep away the webs. What
is it we say now? Mist or exotic or it or them or she or he. What correct infliction, what choice torture. When the sound of growing is in the air. The fucking wind outside. Nothing can take us