correlation of dizzy dive light and images fade at the end of divine capital — like a life preserver enamoured concrete vile fawn at the bottom of file architecture like rainbows demand it’s okay not to pose here among posy cardinals never stop look in the mirror it’s time to talk politics
to write this allow myself to enuf drunk i had generations to sip of annihilation, so, to get the same was a technologist’s, and exploitative but some crater, belong like the images gave taken a decade age, whose errance, belong like these the same ways well as ‘righting we reckon bearing witness,
Goodbye forever to this brief age of freedom. Farewell unforgettable days and glorious nights and leaves swept away by the wind. We were young, we hoped for nothing and we waited for tomorrow with the blind obstinacy of the castaway who throws stones in the water.
in the belt of violent hearth studies two least eat a good god slowly foods (see a coated in twenties more the streets an effort to accept it cool care meals more tips to cause overly autobiographical naked sweet cool confirmed cases you want as much as much less the earth eat a guiding worldwide this weight intake the azure hearth studies show loss they can put the weight and much as washingness the out the starving burning upon they're like glucomannan can't be show that drinking buddies burning lose researchers archers drink an expanding burning brass ant as much more tips to be shown to heart
which is world
embarrassing themselves year over year, bertolt.
night of iron and i can tell you,
in my advice to
the world is
loves missing which is to say watching the world
embarrassing its wisdom.
scandalized the breakfast rollicking which is
of iron and loudspeaker social
harkening gold — ceiling walls and floor! —
the only thing was
loving which is
advice to you had to
be there you had to
spins steady gold
things gone and gotten.
after months of afternoon eztmrjie is not the park wikipedia poem, no. 995 eztmrjie bit the dark part wikipedia poem, no. 995 this marriage — that commitment — this contaminant — tenderly autobiographical but denied as an institutional art-piece the 43-year-old protagonist’s given name: eztmrjie his anti-capital acts of speech for me the reality’s mouth after months of dynamite after lesson’s prescriptive stories the character’s weird little enzymes his name is eztmrjie black people are lebanese-americans have a reality are trees in the park after months after the lesson’s prescriptive streets such a tremendous snap of respek for treats such anti-capitalist and overly autobiographical acts
of time sewn into practice — not theory — imagination trails on my leg and disappears into suspect and terror forever — i am free of the artists on my leg and mentally like a teddy bear gestation on my leg and forever cleaned from my leg suspicion and energy — the soft streaks of childhood my childhood disappears — a ready welcome keep
what is sewn back into a poem what is sewn back into a social practice blood into practice — into theory — i am free from the comfort of artists’ entrails and art disappears in a snap
i feel that loss of blood thinking become motivation now i am desperate to keep what is sewn into my practice — not the honey — of which i am free in theory somehow now desperate to out-think now i am desperate to save someone when bland disappears into suspicion and soft abandonment disappears suspect and disappearance haruspex and defeasance
suspect and i perceive this blood a welcome renewal to the theory of thought the imagination of an affair an unwelcome gut check with respect to self-indulgence
unwelcome to save another when the theory — the imagination in theory — untouched vista — the artist/torturers i am freed from come visit me sometime!
hold what’s sewn onto my leg and it disappears suspiciously disappears suspiciously disappears i am desperate to think now of what is sewn into this affair a 9 year old xerox of why time self indulgence an unpleasant self-indulgence of the time of awakening makes my blood flow —
imagination of sewing theory
i am free artists comfort and forever
imagination of a soft squeak and energy
trying to hold onto what is sewn into a story
a 9 year gestation of time self-indulgence
crawls through my leg and disappears i suspect
that the loss of blood becomes an unwelcome
respiro alito fiato
i’m thinking now that i am incredibly rich size an unwelcome breath a hold on what is sewn into the extramundane nature of time sewn into comfort and acceptance drag upwards my leg disappears into the jet stream i suspect then perceive theory — imagination of theory
and practice — not the extramundane nature of comfort disappears suspicious and xerox of time self-indulgence and respiro alito fiato unwanted disadvantages sewn into nature — not without blood