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@dav-shopmoan
my dear friends
wtf
my first persimmon🍑
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance
Silvermoon's sparkling
So kiss me
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the sun is cresting on the eastern lips raised land out there on the ridge where cell towers own the zone & rent it municipally. lydia makes sigilistic sound come out her skeletone, weaves (as on her sewing machine "janome") a lapping, incessantly shifted (italics) azure or angled hue liking it to a refracted elegy to desire since life is precluded. i cant be here & not really be here. no halves. but the whole is elusive, epharmaceutic (drugged?) or presumed to be gone cos rents too high or some other such shady shit.
we found hot dogs & amerikkkan flag on dumpster behind gas station. i was empty on pop corn (cop porn) & felt amphetamenic sleep looming large in the alley. part installation/ part survival kit, the scenario had me bloated with potential meaning: processed foods, plastic sealed, imperialism, waste, & the skeptical helping hand
journal set june '18-august '18
mirror mirror on the mall how to i make my dreams so tall
my essay on the a-teens
in a bone snag, his lips, knives & i knew it got darker earlier. besides that tho, a murmur slightly
above the cricket's saw told me of direction cars traveled, always south then the more distance east/west gush tirelessly pooring. the sugar has replaced the weed & alcohol so im never full.
•
so i went as mydad
drapped in sheer
nascar flames & won
awards for the personal
achievement plus the limited
two purse/wallet. sawing
the tip off the shoes applied
breathing room for my toes
: another + of the evening
•
my novel will be epistolary, written with others
--being the only form in which language speaks to me when writing toward another body
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seed pods hanging off spindle trees
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black friday:
a knock on the door
"hi, im with iowa steaks. were doing a buy one get one free promotion. do you like meat?"
•
the library bathroom
snells of processed foods &
altho i wonce refused to poop
beides someone else
i now injoy the camaraderie
in this quotidian act
for instance, the man beside
me, listening to a book
on tape, flushes five times
bc he is thorough & i
miss his heavy breathing
now that he is gone 😔
•
& the sign on the door read
"welcome to the vapor
-blunt e-juice vape bar
•
mieville's summer light is stretchd on a torture rack, elongated & constituted by "dead moments"
but it is december 19th now, two days from the shortest day of the year, the longest night. here, winter light is fierce in its brevity; short, squalid, fleeting & irreverant. similarly torturous, slow too in its suppression of warmth & rot, but inextricably gone even when in it. the "work day" is the only available light-slot. all else is darkness as it too os darkness
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like we already knew, the houses are all identical & this was a walk down liberty from eberwhite woods, jaime & löwe informed was a black farmers land before being (re-?)aquisitioned by the city as a school zone
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tfw the world is just as hard to look at as the screen
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morning bullshit:
Minute Minute "Infinitesimal Time"
new age/(post-)dub step// exploring big concepts like "time" & "life" thru hard textures with harder edges
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vape hits with my bros, a bullshit treatise
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the ant looped on the möbius strip of the apple headphones, such delight in waiting to see what is waiting at the end
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feeling a bit depressed this morning, a dash of work anxiety, the weightlessness of infinite service. i talked on the phone with my mother while cooking steaks last night, we couldnt delve too deep
•
i smoke fluid
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huy,
is thhere a pasta wives season 2 coming
out
-pizaa hut
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idk, the sky was purple mostly & then a orange band along the horizone
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both seem very compelling. both, compelling, seemed varied. both seams carried kelling, a type of. noise seams, varied, coupled, & comped. he wasnt sure not where to move but how. in other words. he noticed he leaned far into the aisle needlessly. he coupled noise with seam & referred to this choice as reprisal. RIP cecil taylor, reading moten verboten on a team train to spotify, yr scourge this... dirge? or an attempt to listen read write as my bladder swells. there is no outside. fashion icon barack obama noted in an earlier interview that, "like global production of cheap cotton garments, the outside too can be traded on the plane of infinite greed". a man approaches
me & tells me, with a smile, that you will be president. he then begins yelling & bart cop tells him to stand behind the yellow mat. earlier i was caught hopping the turnstile & became 12, briefly, again & forever onward when called on my evasion, such tactics.
cheapman is another form of chapman is another form of chatroom
he was alone in the annex but the conditions were fair. international law. the annex was orange-purple. the questions citizens had were filtered into semi-public forums, like ads & there wasnt much difference btwn the note & the imessage his mouth was parched, generous but silent. oral delinquint. when the coat parts, folds & dew, its not a fashion show but dance floor where looking is conflated with dying like the dance wont end. he recently learned of his hips, their mobility & cycles of conception around axes of pleasure & evasion. leaping the turnstile, the crew below popping joints to mac dre, the camera hums quietly not quite unnoticed but neither care, mutual disregard. i know its drab to be on my phone the whole trip but this felt important. my thirst does. his thirst did. hers her thirst has a long history. a novel of her thirst for not transcendence but something way the fuck out of here. the way Law is proper. im interested in the way you feel & how the way you feel is wrapped up in the Law of feeling. im interested in getting to the point of Law, its tip of coherence flickering before it warps into its text of litter, purely wasted chaos. men in suit stand in for pure waste. typically.