You’re asking me two sets of questions simultaneously at two
different points in time. He’s singing about the washing machine while
someone else is preparing for the unfortunate task of cleaning out the bullet
hole in my cheek. It was great to see you take your well-deserved place
at the head of the class. A woman’s scream sounds much more frightening
than that of a man; we were both in agreement on that one.
All at once there was this entire new world of beauty opened up to me. I think they may have started somewhere on French streets. In an instant I see everything in stark black and white and there is a woman with angel’s wings and she smiles at me and I am not scared. I recall at some point I was flying very high above my home and my personality was disintegrating further with every passing second. We’re bound in this despite all the brilliant wordplay in a newly minted foreign language.
We were the children of disobedience. My affection is always on the earth. My sun machine is cutting up and there’s rampant atonality. Dungeon works in service of favor and mellows all the secondary players. I tilted three decades later; it was raining today as I disposed of my last crutch.
I saw myself as a stranger and then I vanished soon after and this development I found quite disturbing; such sweet thing inspirations, having sex in the shadows. I liken it to killing myself in a thousand different ways. After he broke himself up in Europa he was surprised to find his former self no longer existed, relegated only to a stark but not unattractive black and white.
Let’s live in slavery and laugh about it. There is nothing like Central American torture regimes. I love them so much! I so often choose to omit gratitude. I did not realize the flirtation amid the strings. Lord, how I should have blown my brains out for ignorance!
I’m just staging in place to place and I’m really not so moody these days. Love is more surreal than pain. I’m in a blue room and there is a beautiful man nearby. Please don’t tell them the secret; it will make me cry. How ironic to hear the inevitable now and so alive; awful perfection.
Fashion laughs me deadly in blue lights. A siren’s man offers his life for the tint sight. Flash in the pan, everyone is dancing to lifelines. And crash flies over to tourniquet our brains with death rites.
Needy hands twisting my neck with their downy pride. And I last a full moon and teeter the train with a love blind. One knockout in sight I preach to the figures of niche backsides. I think my irises were quite purple at the nightclub. The cymbal crashes made him and her so excitable it was hard to contain the rampant murder in the air. When two became one I instantly regretted never having the change to travel backward that I die inside the chants. An iguana then crawled across my fucking coffee table. A bottle of Bacardi died in my arms last night.
In the middle of the night your excelencia is on a 10 minute express train right to the heart of downtown hell. How many must I forgive in such a short span of time? There was a refugee crawling around in her brain like a curious worm. I suddenly found myself in a very alphabetical part of Africa where I was summarily terrified by own lack of inauthenticity.
I’ve been in quite a bit of pain since I bought into the idea of a framed centrifugal rebirth. The mechanics of these rich equations are certainly worth studying. The pages may tax everything inside those beautiful green bottles.
The darkness stays so solidly. This profession was suspended in the air. I pictured her with a knife pressed against something very tender but I was helpless to judge. She showed herself so naked in the light. This was something to be admired. I am more insular than ever right now and all these brilliant faces are quite frightening to behold. Lust is every bit the mighty architect I always believed.
My hypnosis has planted the first flag inside an intestinal trap which I laid to catch the arch villains who were threatening every morning to cut the fleshy strings on the back of my eyeballs. I have not yet centered myself against all these blue and yellow circles floating in the air. I don’t think we will ever be able to finish what you charted. Pills have attacked far too fiercely. Aren’t you afraid of what will happen when you peel away the skin for real this time?
With that gentle tilt of the hand I am yours again. Crumpled illusions lie on the floor now. All that square feet is worth a shocking amount less than you actually believe. He is breathing especially hard due to all this contact with leather. I love you so much. I am terrified by what will happen once one of us presses the orange button. I think the next movement is going to be very sinful indeed.
Everything was revoked in this new turquoise climate. I have begged over and over again to not allow me to return. I read blank words on the sign and straightened out my ego and my smile was quickly the ugliest thing in the world. The sight of everything is a deadening kaleidoscope. Counter melodies are pushing their way up through the mud and there is xenophobia hanging in the air like an old best friend returned after too many years away. I think someone is going to be swimming inside pink flesh very soon.
Please don’t make me go back anymore. Please don’t remove any of this and please don’t look at me. I woke up on red sheets and I didn’t know where I was and I was so confused. There was pain everywhere and right now my head is being run through wires and there are things inside there. I don’t want something to come and turn the sky black. Where is Grace? Something is about to be awful.
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