you are a worm through time // art is the antidote to abstraction for a mind monomaniacally compelled towards the definitive // every artist is trying to mold a piece of clay they secretly fear might not even be in their hands // asymmetric information // the mighty are gathered against me // meep! // the woman in the dunes // non-monotholicity the state is invested in protecting people but the state is made up of people, people who are fallible and biased // never ever ever let me go // to look you in the eyes and fight it out // zugzwang // we are trapped in the moment there is no why // vanguardism // and those who were seen to be dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music // bang bang boom boom pop pop // i hope my grandmother’s prayers still protect me // my lips were so soft // it’s not who's going to let me, it's who's going to stop me // chaeri (please) // everything fades // god i fucking love tuna // spacial deictic // for petey! // harnessing love for political purposes // a corpse is talking // you potato with eyes // philokalia // nothing so primitive as your biology will stop me // silver cross // the looming sword of damocles // of the stacks // trust the visionaries // oubliette // you wanna count shoulders? // everything is a copy of a copy of a // poison is no fair judge // the universe bends for // pfieffer’s nine lives // schadenfreude is karmic suicide // the taranta // wax|wane you will be eclipsed // is this the replicant department // fig tree // the acid bath princess of the darkness // make a contract with me // you misinterpret everything, even the silence // let me steal this moment from you now // apology girl // by the laws of nature refracted from their straight line // elisions omissions and half truths // marcia roy // nietzsche says there is a kind of joy in the russian way of being sad // CPR God Committee // i am splintered by great waves. i am glass from a window long since shattered. i find pieces of myself everywhere, and now i cut myself handling them // loggia // she enjoys chess, now more than ever. the black, the white // snail mucin and salt circles // can’t we be like geneva // superogatory // you should pwobabwy save up some gwain for i don’t know maybe seven years // hate myself for treason i don’t need a reason i just want to be with you tonight // the kindness of strangers // tethered to terra firma like the rest of us // hella badid // alis si licet, tibi non licet // amor fati // but water overflows with memories // not all doors are wounds but all wounds are doors // i feel so wretched // but did you have fun? // change me. change me. change me harder. now: my turn // I just waited a bit, then turned back to the car, to drive off to wherever it was I was supposed to be // The Guillotine (I Love You) // haunted // are you here right now? // fire. fire again. two hundred feet to the east. fire. go north. // I was playing with invisible beings and shadows // trash the rental // i will align myself with the brightest path I can find // last year I abstained this year I devour// i have chosen my ending|i have chosen to end // malena // are you hungry for me baby // sign in for unbridled success // honor the birth and the feast // you know, my mother was a [catholic] [athiest] // my grandfather was a surgeon // wan toonacadoh // smoke and sunset off mulholland // epithets.. gleaming eyed, a conqueress, white-armed, a conclusion // do i look upset to you? // kuzurete yuku maeni // daddy’s little shipping magnate | slav twink with a trust fund // they are not-present behind-the-curtain. understand|wink wink? // community relies on closure at some level // lanaest + salingerest // protect me from what I want // I would like to sleep under trees // jordana forster // you have not suffered enough // some things I do better alone..some things // snow in their throat // caput gerat lupinum // more people have been to berlin than I have // their faces are blanker than ever, but they have taken each others' hands. // // why am I the only one talking|trying...what happens when I’m silent? // wife says: I am a victim of the planets // was i good? was i good? i really tried
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