Tuesday, October 25, 2016


the responsible allayed the needy
impulse for rotation, and illust-
rated an example of trance-induc-
ing architecture, the city centre
exploding like the ambulance--and

its fireworks--within the picture
of a young blonde woman who'd got
impressionist with the ichor of a
nightly circle, erudite as you'll
please and full of opera that had

been sewn to her ribs with a silk
network also comprising holy lit-
erature and the desire to experi-
ence something outside of the wit
of incendiaries & a billingsgate;

it's not what i've stopped and in
point of fact, it's not what i've
started: the rabelaisian and that
obscure moraliser met with merely
approximate wingspan, and was any

one reviled? announcing the mult-
ivarious reasons that nest inside
each other like a matryoshka doll
mise en abyme, all correspondence
contraband in the old dark age of

filial, historian intertext-- the
nodal lines of the vibration mode
are interrogated and have been u-
surped for the empire's survival:
come with me if you want to live.

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