“I want to look at you with complete candor.” Wow. A green “so light it makes you ill.” “Always a love for the body.” “Beta.” The reading is so beautiful -- cave images, the watercolors of Basil King, African dance, Tibetan singing bowl, scraping drum: “Flux,” he says and I write down that one word, designing a border of zig-zags for it with my leaky, failing biro. So I’m in this convent after shitting on a dollar bill, having sex in a chapel, making all kinds of crazy videos full of sound remnants, and I was doing these dances, sending energy into the machine. So I have this bag of acid, I just discover that I can control the computer with my vagina, and I get an iPad, which I had engraved with the phrase, “Destroy All Limitations with Love,” and I was reading a crazy-ass book about the Whore of Babylon. So I’m like, OK, I’m doing this Babylon ritual. I took a hit of acid a day for six days, and on the seventh put seven in my vagina. So I had a very weird conversation with a total Toid who’s the King of Cashmere, asking me to meet up with him.
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rktk AAAA bm AAAA bm A
rktk rümm bam rümm raaa
rrmba zii rrmba rüü zapm bo
rktk tk tk tk tk tk tk tk tk tk tk tk
armbaa zapm rümm
ktarp rmb aratk ratk ratk
ASNARÜÜ RIMPF RIMPF RIMPF
akradam rümm akradam
abrktk ratk pmoo zrii kt
mmbtka bapm bapm bapm BAPM
krk rasna mapm mapm obmo
rktk krra ptk ptk ptk kt abm pma
ZAKRTA RATK ÜMBAP ARAKT
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Your heart belongs to something less melodramatic, such as a cockfight in an alleyway or a hotel where beautiful women get ready to attend a concert where the main instrument will be a cockfight. Your sleep belongs to a ship being salvaged out of the icy Baltic Sea. Nobody wants to hear songs about panicking fingers or infected mouths. Why did you cram the whole orchestra into my pit when all you wanted them to do was swallow their violins? “Sound is the blood between me and you.” “Suddenly vectors shift.” “Most of the days, I feel things. Nobody pays me. I just do it.” “After everyone stops smoking the Ovid, it gets ugly to be alive.” “Dog is a way of thinking.” “I walked into a barn and let the baby goats suck my fingers until they bled.” “Here the mouth held.” “A defecated magic.” “Precisely what the body resists, the body is.” “I want to yell out the window: I am both very alive and very dead.” Infants’ Flexible Heads Go Back Millions of Years. Europe is setting its sights on a solo run to Jupiter. Right. Chestnut Eats Horse. The next transit isn’t until 2117. “Supersolidity.” Around the world, just a few ancient forests are known to have been preserved under ash. Mobile Ballast Water Treatment Test Platform.
[Note: Sources: Vincent Katz, Stephen Motika, Pierre Joris, Bhanu Kapil, as quoted in Kapil’s “Motika-Katz-Joris-Peyrafitte-Holman-Bersenbrugge: Decompressions”, at Was Gertrude Stein a Punjabi?, 20 Jun 012; Labanna Babalon, as quoted in an interview with Liz Armstrong, in “The Whore of Babalon”, at Vice, 20 Jun 012 (Toid = Reptoid); Denis Beznosov, “healthy regimen”, in “5 poems || Denis Beznosov”, at experiential-experimental-literature, 20 Jun 012; Johannes Göransson, Dear Ra, as quoted in his “Inflation Poetry: Melodrama, Interiority and Kitsch in Dear Ra”, at Montevidayo, 20 Jun 012; Maggie Zuraski, Dawn Lundy Martin, as quoted in Bhanu Kapil, “Jarnot-LundyMartin-Dickison-Zurawski-Szymaszek: Reading”, at Was Gertrude Stein a Punjabi?, 17 Jun 012; phaneronoemikon, “Izuku wa aredo (Ungo's shack)”, at Jellybean Weirdo With Electric Snake Fang, 13 Jun 012]
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