Marie

Here's an excerpt from latest machination of my monstrous manuscript (tentatively titled "A Conglomeration and Revision of Parts"

savage relatives though they are at the
edge of the object of expectance in
explosions of other times on
television, surely an
influence on
photographers took no
pictures of vulgar critiques on
Stein's sweets of Susie's flux and
insignificance of where any of those
places are authors that die not unto births of
readers as functions as members of a belief, in fact,
in many ways, in those paintings, of course, attending to,
suggesting in between otherwise texts as yet of oxymoronic tests
here of less wholes...of fodder of absence in Terminus, victorious in his
place ¬- aphoristic sets of these talented aesthetics of others reading
placeness of unfully being in memory of limited guardians of
sleep in dialogue don't exist in shadows at the origin of
the Book of the Dead languages shape prayers to the
philosophical novel, generally transgressive as
such, whether he posits the back of the
pleasure at all what I want in a way
of the present time, especially on
planes of edges of books, looks
adjusted to bodily, not
broken, movements
in equal
measurement,
even when necessarily fogging
the self-loathing virus without
tearing out conversations on
how alive now
as silent as
most of the
lateral promotions

poetic

as gestures and quotidians

of being done,
slowly, depending

on our bodies of becoming the shift of where both

we spent what tells us the text is moving
to Athens activating the driving for bliss in
stasis, pleasures in confrontation
of form is not an object but not it because it
doesn't advocate Heraclitus did not step the same
to stay the same however
of mold growing from Hades
where Beckett
killed stigmatized
Greeks of disagreed with the maroon elsewhere
or friendship
arriving in putting out fires ¬-

all at once fabricating densities in the threshold.