“When I say ‘I,’ I am lying. Let us posit the ‘I’ of perception—neutral and limpid. Put it next to the ‘I’ of intermediation—when you look at it this way, my body belongs to me; or, more exactly, I belong to my body. What do we observe? An absence of contact. Fear what I say.” Michel Houellebecq
journey of what is our concept of nothing?
understand these vast new shapes
of whom science say journey of the universe
on display for a reward
requires work you don't
bloody countravene ramadan
also imagine an end
sand eel rather
a mayor the same symbol
lançon and his colleagues
refer to bloody counterarguments
like the hand
of a childish painter
well dressed pedestrian boulevard
endless positions drunk in a conflict
we don't notice the tenderness of infinite
complexity only memoir public life anger
struggle remain loyal to my own teeth people
too easily magazining their maps put this
in verse or obits our greatest provocateur
the murders and the murderers sculpted in
slow orbits of fatty pork you ask for endless
everything and walk into the ocean
Context 1517 your wirelesss mouse can’t save your soul
Context 1623 no one laughed at my chun li joke. 🙁
Context 1938 Any of you nerds play The Division?
Context 2031 “Your laugh leaves laugh lines, your love leaves bright bruises” tHS
Context 1144 When you’re selling, life was good
Context 1152 Close yr eyes and walk ; how do you see sounds? As exploding spheres? What bird is that drowned by the lawn mothers? The edgers a central American chortling peace? Close yr eyes and breathe.
Context 1203 Submission to the irrational
Context 1217 “There was indeed a little donkey” Houellebecq
Context 1218 As I type “Context” and look up at the world, there is a strange effect: something like the combination of skin sizzling from electrocution and the pleasant recoiling one feels when he finds a hundred dollar bill.