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fallation brass axe shitake falling away into and running with the entire concept of the boy finally reaching sweet sixteen blowing oh so sweet woo woo cat melodies into the center of my head thick pressed paws thump beat honk of geese in the small floating room below the exit sign before the moving leaves and the red light the red burning eye. the. the. the. he bought me a drink but i was afraid to drink it, there might be something in it, might be something else but the boyman drinks from the brown glass condensed hoping. hopping. jiving grooving saying its me i am doing i do not i try not. i do not. buzz buzz. the strain and staring into the mirror for five under stalin red budsign loo loo skip to the loo loo loo skip to the loo my darling and the window to the soul the man with the cruel face the cruelty hidden hidden and the slash across the face, that which i knew before but without the beard even more cruel like sneer and dogs jowls rabid slather pores wide fixed and moving, eye/eyes/eye/eyes dark cruel sanitary tp tp wiping the water wiping the water mine eyes mine eyes leaking leaking -- watering. bad choice... all choices. exhilarated glide on wings to nest here dishrag making pruned paws clean pieces steel glass gyrating oregano, basil, hemlock.

lights low radiohead clean kitchen halogen ambient orange juice lighter much lighter unbearable lightness of being movable feast stay wakeful feeling moments instantaneous instant aldous just add water, chase with a coke. i like this door of perception and the band plays on figaro figaro DCT addiction unlawful entry dancing all over the la dame grosse. la danse. l'amour is in the hushed voices of lovers. it is impossible, no matter how close no matter how quiet the room the space the pace hovering all over under their noses like plates or silver or even the butt between lips but no nay never able to overhear the hushed love songs of two two 2 to 2 two 2 deux dos -- the xy the dos equis -- listen in on the love songs of lovers and you strain and its huff huff huff white noise of lovemaking making love the lover love to meet and huff huff huff and i strain and become plate silver button the mouth and parted lips flyonwall and only feeling like in the lunchroom @ Gallaudet -- can't get the stink out its been hanging out for days it comes like a comet (you do it to yourself just you) huff huff huff... flight home on green fork on forked tongue like moving above the self on cush cush huff huff try it try it to listen in the secrets like when sickness hits like shroud cannot remember wellness but i can remember sick now i trained myself in singapore, in bali, in auckland the chest the infection the flue crazy rimfire asian highball shot of hellvirus flu wandering the ridges of nz teaching hospitals chinese remedies in teas and little vial just break the top. i remember sick, but like i remember sick, cannot remember the huff huff huff huff, when the huff huff huff, the Gallaudet quiet langue de l'amour... listen in tight for the rendezvous: can i come over there tonight? yes, if you're not too tired: not even that, just ges·tic·u·la·tions grins and the huff huff huff life is elsewhere the joke is on the egg is on the face. l'image d'autre.