Wherever Two or More are Gathered
IN THAT BOOK SMELL
of attic insulation
stir,
with a hardened tailbone say
and spread knees
straddled across the joists,
face boroughs into fine particles,
and through the ceiling
#andthemagicmusicmakesyourmorningmood
soundtrack airwaves
of my muffled little presses down
into the heavy blown clumps,
intake coughs with twinkles swirled
dirty harsh snowy
#glitteringprizes and #endlesscompromises
the spoke; stuffed-in cavity,
my body too just wasted
sweat cracks
hair slicked in the exposure
of myself contorted;
rub the heel of my arm real hard.
Into my skull-squeezed urination,
near impossible.
Hold
the tied junction box together,
cap the wires and arc connections
slipped underneath surfaces say
summer lumps perversely; thighs now and my side
oh the one on my side…
cranked lunges; my abdomen reverses
juices shove the clumped bladder
only muscles; and every grip
of the parted veins,
down my arms and knuckles glistened
scrawny mutt, portrayed
some unrechargeable instinct,
when I did not want to die yet.
I held the how to get energy
featured through spectacle layers
and careful enclosed breaths;
spoke about in other works
and like in fiberglass, those estranged glitters
hard-tickled skin-warm cold enveloping,
fueled the kidneys beginning to break down;
harden in the smothering itch
penetrated tight ball scratchy gasps,
the nasal throat swallowed,
centered inhalations connected
the nose throat tickled lungs writhed;
sore, wheezed slightly,
almost silently respiring phlegm,
the chest, the heart stiff
yet slower;
for sustaining unto the end of the day.
I pinched my dick.
Squeeze the shit
Literally glittered fierce inside corners
prickled eye lashes say,
the nostril edges well in the hairs,
back of neck scrapes, terribly scratched,
covered forearms, itchy, irritate,
shins, hands, fingers, inflammation,
crumbs of scratched steel wool turd
abrasively
all the way to those areas,
stuff constantly pressed,
irritated, nibbled chills, harsh, brushed,
destroyed tennis shoes;
well the sparkles decades black behind strips of lathe,
plaster splooged between dark joists
real stained, begrimed;
smeared sooty touches;
boogars up my nose blacken,
hairs filthy
twirled out on toilet paper or brown papertowel lengths
away, in that stained grease area
McDonalds. ‘or Wendy’s’.
The subcity wiresags where
Wherever I ate, tried,
clean a little breathing room,
dirtied up fast-food sinks into my mouth,
the same way at night
bathed in dark ring
old crow white cast-iron tub,
the water level, remained.
My step-father yelled at me,
“clean that fuckin rin afterward!”
I loved the way he pierced ‘fuckin’
I can say it the same..
skied on glucose or saccophin
or whatever the fuck it is.
Pissed off diabetic thrashing plates into walls
paint jars and frustration
never striking my mother
but when I’d forgettably rinse the tub;
just go wipe the thing.
I shrugged and slumped and sunk
since I just wanted to sit there
after such a day in an attic
or ripping walls from those real 2x4 studs,
the old hunks of lumber
actually measuring 2 inches by 4;
living all day in that air,
the scrunch right?
in the crotch of some home
in the attic
chewed down each bottom
of my tired lungs
full of insulations’ infectious microorganisms,
or tearing off shingles, taking down walls.
I worked.
I work.
Hard.
Which sucks because my body will not
Let me.
Piled up junk
in my jittery nerves
haphazardly
felt for nails and splinters
along material and debris.
I stepped stressfully, easily
and steadily within chewed shoes,
prickly loads of jagged piles
carried, wheeled into a dumpster
over the bed of my Dad’s old junk truck
at the back of the drive at his home;
remodeling company,
which kept me part-time busy,
take THIS into an old Ford F150
steering the wheel crooked
in unordained drives
straight just high all day and blistered,
hit, acid phased in country gazes
no one will ever see
but once pounding nails through deckboards
during a job he wanted to reuse them.
I come horrible, messed,
cluttered with things
all so piled, a narrow path slipped through,
but to kind of lead me out
to this balcony
where I blocked out pages
once in awhile; I come to say
HERE. This is me!
Then on my bed
fell with laziness
spreading on everything
the pages between the bed made
across the floor
and the same even over my dresser,
sheetless, pee stains I expanded;
oh the clothes,
sprawled atop themselves in my room.
I had half my life every other weekend
until high school
when my Dad could not handle me and my brother
anymore
(but actually wanted to have the house
to himself and mmmultiple girlfriends
without us teenagers around)
but there.
I wrote paint chips littered
beyond the balcony
and the dealership
well in the past.
I got him help, out, my Dad.
I just quit.
Afternoons without analysis,
real ties, a clock or bills,
many changes or moves,
a period far-gone, reoccurring,
come full away by lives between;
they were unalike,
always urged
slow progression,
me,
writing wherever you want me to world.
I stayed.
Begged myself
stuck with old tales
too wise and well established
to really know truths let alone
fresh material (the girl turning her hair up into her face..
oh quit thinking of me thinking of…)
, the sense of discovery and failure;
wore away;
like a handsaw through an LVL.
Make THIS what everyone expects.
My generation understands;
remember;
capture THIS thing that is mine
scattered wicked sharp pieces
–proof of life—dust in sunlight,
Flash light, lead light;
because once, one long……
in the foreshadows upon Time,
I rippled wild in penetration
and tangent eagerly like a sidestreet
turned inside the person I am today;
and the way the world refracted
or reflected very bent,
mania placed ahead
like the past odd nostalgia
ruled the future
exposed in attic dust
revealing exposed skeletal structure,
shell of the original Oak Grove
–2 homes I lived in, where I lived,
under construction
plastic hung across many arches
and door openings
of the living quarters
my Dad hammered away
in shadows a-and light
in summer’s when
temporarily but by dreams and desperations,
some acknowledgment
— “unadjustable triangles,”
with outer braces, technically
French kissed the beginning
and curved steel
To most computer drafters, blips,
specific types by erasing lines,
evaporating clicks molding artgum
with nonuniform curvatures too,
the tales for miscues
mine childhood
claymade in the artgum
into starshaped figures
into ‘rubberband-men’
excluding. Real cough up
muster in a measurement,
comparison to the architect’s scale,
“ever present persistence that becomes a skyscraper,”
mere child’s play erecting the atmosphere;
but pitch aside calculators
when figuring scales,
the engineer reluctantly works
through a keyboard
template
in the heart of the smudgeless drafting.
Brush.
Sweep away.
Clear visualization,
the possible imaginations
craning great structures around
with fingers hooked to a pale
that way
stroked the old free-hand lettering
bestow orthographic
projected in the pencil sharp literature
of an auxiliary typed textbook,
such constructional communications
be axonometric.
Would all these ideas become without me?
this inside head all regenerated
in golden coincidences asleep
or shake headaches out,
these emotions fueled,
engrossed by some degree by some girl
I will stop thinking of someday
But today; but too young
Change the subject
awaiting dinner,
Burger King or Long John Silver’s maybe,
the fries tasted like flies smell
landed back into my youth
over and over; to forget her eyes
reflecting over some sneeze-guard
every place we ride along to
there is one I must find
and here is another silent eyeing
in the protected buffet light-warmed food,
inside a stripshop developed mall corner
of wired places amidst parking lots;
silently wherever,
the depressed background music
I finally feel along somehow
in the same steps my world here,
at 8 or 10, 12, sometime then,
tears away ‘hanIcan’tfightthisfeelinghennymore’
as my Dad started up the new Ford F150
and she half-looks i-mee leasving too
with her own family.
I began telling myself thereafter
on the rides home
that voice coming alive world,
‘yeah said not much at dinner’
on the ride home
Dad
we….
And so on like similar dust masking through
sludge of mucus accumulated
blown-in insulation
choked all the time in this world,
finish, they will never swallow…
Like real good succulent pieces of literature
novel classic anti-lock suppression
of anxiety and enthusiasm;
when, upon entering or re-entering
such eloquence;
the story changes endlessly
undiscovered due to sweet innocence
fresh eyes; this day is hers.
A place never existed
before the advent flamed squints
caste plain in the sunrise
of like a miniature half tweezed reanimation
unfurled, the tunnel distributions
of new sort of artistic skill,
the adept ability,
speed up the buttons,
draw the finest schematics on prints,
scrolls zoom in and out for years
then admiring, watch him
wrested hook of the wheel sort of bent
concaverd and overlapped;
so the hand just dangles
zestfully in that assumption of appeasing,
the mindset
that always ensues the story,
the relevance of fiction,
that fact, people will talk about what you do
-----while mine has this renaissance
Bible images even before the rocket scientist!
Visions sunk in the webcast,
scrolls of mouse, rolls etched, graphics
of walls of while my old dad aged the system,
sort of oozed and fingered the living part of me
nearly outside
dead, parts piliferously gruesome,
this may take 30- years to complete;
but in 30 years will be obsolete.
Shredded
sheered
pulverized innards
skulked here
empty,
needed expulsion;
and thus retracted tension
puppet string, yo-yo in the whole
world, the whole way one is attached
to themselves
on the inside,
so autistic tight maneuvering,
anatomy performs before the eyes
but the movie inside is missing something
I will never create.
#coldoutside_burnsagreatbigholeinmyheart
Express the world
through all one instance,
movie quotes, speakers everywhere
innate notes everyone thought
gone world, just gone on
while trying to go on live,
invent such
to survive
this mutation
or throbbing best side of myself
happy
oh Hope
oh universe of our country;
but chips all glass,
this place
ever knicked in the exact same place
memories go;
as if they should be somewhere
because they matter;
they have gathered unevenly;
unwind the low release
and spider-walk plots
ewww modern pallet like paintings
incurred in the supply and demand,
overwhelming population;
yet only made worthy
by reproducing them,
by hand of metaphysical adjunction,
soft arechitectural surreality
rolled rubberbanded accumulating
for the streets’ new artist
dashing relays
uncoiling or overloads connecting
with outstretched baton
wedged to their soul in the face
of modular mews
like a website museum;
yet sucking balloons in the back bedrooms
of that airy feeling
makes me feel this syndrome,
this disorder
is only a rubix-cube combination
from being solved.
The air mattress, furniture,
unfortunate mokney-see monkey do
hood through
like a show dog through stakes, slithered
the disrespectful eye contact anymore
never backs down,
even elders do it,
the conversations bind closed doors,
infamous journeys of entrepreneurs
and elevated dispersings,
money I cant imagine,
the midset of being rich
decisions that don’t have any concern
for the amount it costs upon them
decisions made by folks
unaffected by the ones they make
[opiod epidemic – blackmarket Mercurio made..]
unbearable panic
deep within these great
staring eyes.
My mind utters, fumbles
because it’s still here.
The glum blockage
lacks continuance.
View inside of me, goes to such distances,
wants to push, but I only have so much.
Stamina hollow screams suck over confines
upon some established fool
all huge and ready;
then I failed so many tests
with such involuntary shame
like before her, today
I built up the dream
now disappointed
balloon that cannot be tied
to a feeling
Tom Cruise ended Interview with a Vampire.
Rolling Stones back to the old life,
the old routines
vagrant dwelling upon cold rainy planet
places I kept thinning
rolls over into a few mortal decades,
something other than one of the ones
that always leaves behind intentions,
every finish beginning my studio parturitions
as the radio goes off air
or dead air drown, this hangover,
death’s long…..wait.
A night before this desire
got up to change the world,
cramp down,
so low slow pancreas just gould ewww
keep pace with infinitesimal altering history
and dust –smack! Breaths in this place;
yet stuck in the process, creation,
meaning of poetry indescribably,
harmlessly catches
in these sunlit flickers,
cilia in the corner of my eyes,
but grazes of rabies in little airbubbles
release from villi disintegrated
into space.
Via my eyes! Into the air, just
…I can hardly….oh believe
I would ever have heard Oasis
or the initial album of Tool
or MAzzy up without a haggard lifestyle
of such a torturing,
skin vacuumed against my insides,
concrete gets solidified
failing to flow,
my legs become dry
the way dandruff flake;
like in the 13, or 14, 15 year olds
who went to see the doctor
about some acne
and straight shocked,
snapped at me that
there was absolutely nothing he could do.
With this near allergic
but more intolerable
all itched real unnatural
coarse synthetic, fiberglass distractions,
will there ever be a Time
when particles won’t bite?
alligator mouth rows of teeth
in the canals
tickles tear out, curl, supple sucks
of inner cheeks biting chews
pressurized
together by tongueing
the whole mouth gritty
with little snorts vacantly swallowed,
process my own self
gummed up closer and closer
to eating myself to pieces inside;
knowing all ambitions
my matchbox reverses
and over and over,
across the floors
restart the precise appeal
down the carpet roadways
for moments edged just right;
to write in the exact moments
bells ring… displeased,
but I went through life
in US Olympic dreams upset;
but when you would think of me
in the best country in the world,
in the most powerful,
in would-be favored,
in the way cheese stomachs
grosse literally
bites down
bugs
liver and sardines
poops
that makes a smell curious,
crowded adulate,
that death everyone…..
Think…
#lookuptoseetheweaknessinthesky
On both sides
and with barely squeezed go
so incandescent
between THIS
comes out like the sun squints
a cinnamon scent of some grand lost memory
recovered in the eternity,
graced,
when the world leaves the planet,
occurs,
holds,
hyperventilating,
the first smooth thighs of a girl fed by the 90s;
which changed
nothing
except introduced metro-movement
like blackholes in the incredible whirlpooling
everyone inside sneaky attics;
mm goes
gets outta here.
With feces desiring those thighs
crammed solid hypnotic strobes of light
unbutton down in the wrong dimension,
the wrong part of the light.
I entered when I was supposed to
look beyond.
The simple skies overcome
detrimental pinch of radii
enclosed asshole, fueled,
my soul twisted,
turned twilight,
backed such stimulations
that radiated sinks
into the way I can anchor up
and sweep away gusts of oversprays
without hesitation;
then send you into this place
where my heart endlessly compressed
sweet beams perpetually dispensed
for the way girls eyes alone
bottom out and get enough, yearns
to catch at these fast-food places,
scarlet patches, named this book such
after a young oh ugliness
before you world…..turned over grunts
like there was more ineffable windows
down along the road, and such
it’s a comin
brushed charismatic
suddenness.
Glances the sky just
twinged
down………….
from the rooftops,
formulaic interacting lost lucrative luster,
a girl wants what a wasted quiet changes,
no. focus
---- the contrast language
stumbled out my head
in the easier communication
from my tired irreplaceable
broken resurfacing
for Olympic gold;
aha! pen scrapes,
rubs against page, every detail,
wears you out in charges
reacting to them. Awaiting
---the poet Laurette podium
-- return and take,
life away
in one powerful awful
and extremely exhausting
leave in the upstairs garrets
in the attics, vanish
me sparkled
glided
inklings
and gradually drained desire
for some softness of snow,
it seemed picturesque.
veins of frequency
modulation, the airwaves
‘butI’mnotleavinlessyoucomewithme’
reiterate,
‘rideitonbabay’
this sort of point of view
thing
graced upon me
but by mere scents
I cannot explain
and no objects can show my tingles
over the scarless faded eternity,
the lesions,
the centers of wherewithal
so utterly possessed or obsessed
with getting THIS right;
satiate the reason here
for my static electrocuting
joints
breathing bended lightning bolts
connected to the zig-zag dotting
jagged certain stars
neverending and whitelighted,
spiderweb cranium tearing out
adulations I cant otherwise
visibly, end.
To thunderstorms
head slipping raindrops
landed tingles upon the cowlick
lament the speed of sound
cable, wire in one
just cracked to the roots of absolution
so I need to train myself too
for the written word equivalent
as if I don’t contain infinities,
crack fake palm spreading eggs
in my stream of conscious
that
‘Ikeepwaiting-hewtilthatday-butitainteasy-youknowitainteasy’
and the unattainable past
meets up with me when I write;
as if the only old thing left is writing,
as if the only old understanding of mortality
can be achieved and sensed
or understood in remains of creativity
of the language shredded up softly ancient
and quietly weird for the sake of weird
to maybe get lucky
and fortunate
because who really knows the past
and the right words to capture
the true lump of crap
hairstanding
every day
life
in whatver miniscule time period,
the Romans themselves
were terrified of apocalypse;
but that never come
with something that just plain old sucks
and makes absolutely no sense
with jagged shards
contorted in color schemes
of brown languid gray
contracted deep
like metals or modern day ice sculptures
buzzed, sawed
then photographed
then melted away
Beware the simple kind words,
tricky little buggers, bastards,
their effects screams greater
than milltary strategy
that draw the past shaped likes maps
and focused widescale views
of planet earth
in the hemispheres
perfectly divided
before our sinuses breathed forevers
and more; softly gazed dreamings
big flaking lively hovered
in puny insignificant multitiude,
with a prowess to muzzle
reproaching answers
arguing rhetoric
provided insight simply
endeavors ponder, fascinate
the primitive heart withtin
places awful confusion
can and will back into evolution
innate
intellectual;
grasp the liquidity of elements
in the atmosphere,
gradually circulates
in warm inhalation
continuously filtering oxygen
and sunlit particles
like humidity of elements
in the atmosphere,
gradually circulates
in part warm inhalation
continuously filtering
heavily softness
disposition
a wet t-shirt feels the mirage
of vapors
condense into planet earth
world,
melting spots
indetectably against the skin
of where no description
or scientific method
necessarily makes the gelatin spring
much clearer
to the miraculous respiration
sloshing exhales of those elements
nearly insurmountable
on about how grandly moist
the restless realm
restored phonemics
attempting to match the experience
the moors past
that went out when the light obliterated
blinks like a bubble
contained, no substance or soul
meant
nothing
to the landscape
terrain
poof
pin prick and poof
restored then again
every now and then
I go go go push myself
eating with my waist line shriveled
I go in a hurry
amazingly with cramps
slowing down continuous work
only hunger grumbles and shakes
and stuff but overeating
self-assured flows
begun before the pain
had released my body upon one recent great
heave
into the toilet
so I go fast
walk real fast
devour the diarrhea
biting and swelling
dog shit in-between
brand new sneaker soles
splattered
the great wasting further
than I had already been.
Destined flushed ill-feeling
swamped
fatigue and tingles
always tingles
and terrible equilibrium
black and white squares
in the eye corners
that vanish when I try to see them
like the particles preset
settle Time falling into place
everything for the balance
of the universe to remain
long enough before and after me
‘rememberallthosenigthsIcried’
before and after the stones
hauled around vacancy
polops in the inexplicable windings
collapsed hoses
anus
in the whole way through,
tired sphinctors
overwrought, slouched in fecal matters
held up for days literally
voluntary
purposely
perhaps proves a point
though I can’t imagine
the discomfort mine vacancies
black air smeared x-rays,
smudged liver organs
in those damn mediums
never full or empty
the lower portion swirls of purls
but be careful
you don’t
shove or push
--see if it will solidify
choke up urination
just hold it
hold
impacted piss
just a little longer
to reach more of the day
it will curl back inward
roll itself up stirred
liquid lethargy
of twirling perspective
down over and over fully collapsing
hung in the balance
slouched or slumped
the unnatural human.
Send me you flowers in December
No disrespect but you lifted my bones
crawling through homes
into their attic dusts
and wall interiors
gutting properties for the dimes
of present survival
so where the neck attaches
to shoulders
whiplash returns
on chilled cloudy days
almost enters the weighty gray
sky-compacted encompasses
atop my head thump
biting into the point of pinch
in every readjustment
around the shoulders and neck
and head
hunch
backing my boney presence
curls up that point
slumped sneaks flashes pains
around the inside edge of my scapula
and like them old action figures
wrestlers
feel though torpedo shaped
transformed
with my head struck, in the crotches of attics
abrasive embroidery crosstitched
like a shirt tag grown within skin
there
threading to the bone
this melting across my whole backside
head and neck
so I cannot stand straight
let alone ingore the hold
the rockhard hold
shit of that which should go down
looks good smells good tastes good seems good
to my withered body
emaciated shell
here to be
all that goodness
wherever it is desired
and assumes cramp or crave,
natural shakes and deteriorations,
something artificially coated
and blocking
the offering that just seems
like I should be able to insert
break down
without a second thought
eat and run
into translucent triangles
and parallel bars
tough spins: give them what I got
and they will never sin again
-- the world once grew up
so fastly in eagerness
of independence
so much
that kids
just a few years
just reached their twenties,
purchased perfect new models
of vehicles
and bought homes
things only a generation beforehand
needed
half their life to acquire
while just before that
they barely had lights to illuminate
while a great dizzy ringing in my ears
almost airhorns
but never grabs my dull attention
span
I begin to near curl over and cannot fill fast enough
so I just gag
real hard
about the hunger
penetrating the crevices
the particles settle
they are stinging
up my throat now
and shivering my forearms
lower back and adrenal glands
heart
grow too fast
or within my own existence
that does not belong here
yet the divining rod
magnetic cling
dive into the seas of communication
that everyone has become obsessed with
conversation
holds more value
than anything else
for the human spirit
the ability to prove my mind
and I am stuck
barely able to eat
forced myself
just because my gut says
I am hungry
like conversation
to me anymore
worthless
blather that would be easier
to grow
from were it flushed down the toilet
the wizkids are crosshaired
in the CAD
working the mechanics
of tomorrow’s etched whiteprint
walltypes to save themselves
and immovable dying
coagulated muscles
those fierce cramps
you see athletes sting to the air
support their calf
far away from the agony
and wrenched colorful bizarre possibility
of amputations
in a slick shocking moment
hydrated
in these conditions fermenting
what might considerably flash
and rise up
in how I go about perpetually
in the intrepid position upon earth
with a wasting dorsal
with urges unable to stay on my toes
ahead of
everything.
I have been around
and all that I know is that
THIS
has been all that I have
been around;
my entire life
pinched thyroid
because of the juices
pinching themselves
to expel from the claustrophobic girth
growing me unfulfilled
my adulthood never fattened from the fuel
but not too fill out just that the day
requires too much energy
my face instead dissolves
at their ends
as chills instead
of power
just as when I seem to bend too far
and a rib gouges backwards
in myside maunevering
out of the crotch there
but still holding the pee
too long
backed up
the waste eating across
my lower belly
waistline
which never released
enough or everything
almost immediately
forced to the tip of a kind of
funnel of my canals
everything sucks
dries the soil
riverfront trees
fires flames formations
with the omniscience to predict
the repetition of a radio song
or music video
to follow with foresight
or déjà vu
in the milliseconds
of one song dissolved
faded in another’s
worn out
ductwork that at times
replaces a different melody
but usually the same atmosphere
pulling the stomach just like
I been doing for a purpose
for hours the soreness remains
onward even though I just woke up
the tired holding
the wedged relax
loosen the trapped creases of gas
in as the world stares
prepares the persons inside adjacent
the mirrored apartments
unpinchable pressure
from within
to thwart attempts
fill the car with oil
so I have to suspend pouring
and hold instead the running elements
thorough structures
some kind of performance
shrinks me
so I have no room for
her
overwhelming shots of squirts
and anger
really anger
again
press play
AND IN THAT BOOK SMELL
of attic insulation,
stirs a hardened tailbone, say,
spread on your knees
straddled across ceiling joists,
face boroughs into fine particles,
and through the ceiling
#andthemagicmusicmakesyourmorningmood
soundtrack airwaves
muffled in little presses down
into the heavy blown lingers,
cough with twinkles
swirled harsh snow
#glitteringprizes and #endlesscompromises …yeah -the everlasting shadows from the frayed wedges of my fragile consciousness and framework; in a cavity, my body sweat in cracks, hair slicked self contorted; rub the heel of my palm real hard into my skull, here..hoh boy here it goes….squeeze impossible holds of the tired junction box, uncap the wires and slip surfaces tickling as this telephone wire sparks. Shit. There is too much story to….. Follow down my arms and knuckles glistened glitters, glistening fierce inside corners prickled, eye lashes dripped, the nostril edges welled in the smeared sooty touches; boogars blackened, hairs too and gobs of filthy breaths twirled out on toilet paper or brown papertowel lengths in McDonalds, ‘or Wendy’s’ (wherever I ate lunch, and tried to clean a little breathing room) How will I make it to lunch today? Then it blooms #brightantenneabristlewiththeenergy….Some rechargeable instinct that I did not want to die today. So spectacular; through layers of careful enclosed breaths..fiberglass estranged glitters and hard skin-warm cold envelops fueled the kidneys; smother itches and penetrated scratchy gasps in the writhed wheezes, slightly, almost silently, the heart stiffened #emotionalfeedbackontimelesswavelengths yet slower; for sustaining unto the end of the day…some collision in other words with the song playing,,,,Well no? Alright then, so I just pinched my dick like some little kid squirming when the involuntary lunges cranked; abdomen shoved the bladder, muscled in every grip of the parted vein of conductors #bearingagiftbeyondprice #almostfree #yeah? this inflammation of crumbs of scratched steel wool curled, pressed, irritated, nibbled, chilled, harsh sparkles centuries ancient black atop strips of lathe, the plaster splooge dark side of the ceiling, joists real begrimed.. an unattainable quality of cells burned off, much more history, spectacular weaponry, catapulted capitulating Byzantines. Decoded Sicily. Syracuse. Archemides. Wherever two or more are gathered and destined to repeat mythologies. Harness the reconstruction written in the sense of experimentation with publication here making up of history….In one record. Since in another produced floods like sacrificing Atlantis….My hot heartbeats amass slow destructions of my own dark knowledge or lack thereof…. Ahhhh you infallible body that can’t forget each dump, the apocryphal phthisis…..Ohhhh, however did I make it this far? Through shredded up softly ancient book smell of attic insulation? ….Jesus… …And quietly weird for the sake of weird captures in this miniscule time period,…Uh huh. Yeah something the Romans themselves were never in possession of. The apocalypse!? No. The Plague!!?! Not hardly. …Within jagged shards, contorted schemes of brown languid gray, and tricky little buggers and their effective screams greater than the views of little girls split in hemispheres. Perfectly warm inhalation continuously filtering sunlit particles from the tiny window, dust in sunlight, like hovering elements in the atmosphere destined to swirl around the leg-work with lags of cheek flushed ill-feeling swamped in fatigue and the tingles (always tingles) them damn tingles abosorb #allthismachinery trembling equilibrium as I try to work through before and after effects of the stones, before anything spread, yes it before it spreads I’m thinking around my vacancy, assumptions of being full of polops in the inexplicable windings, collapsed anus, tired sphincters, overwrought fecal matters held up for days, literally. Voluntarily…to prove a point. Are you serious?! When a discomfort you can’t imagine in mine vacancies hit the black air smeared x-rays of smudged liver and organs in those damn mediums quite --oh how do I put it? #makingmodernmusic Careful. Easy. Settle. Settle. Don’t shove or push. If it hurts there is nothing to worry about. Only when hope is fulfilled; hope is lost. If it is solid. Sinks. If it is black….Choke up with urination. Just hold it. Hold the impacted piss just a little longer to reach #invinsibleairwavescracklewithlife stirred perspective fully hung in the balance. Stay human crawling through homes, into their attic dusts and walls, climb underneath and within the interiors, gutting for survival a great dizzy ringing in ears almost capturing #Rush #theSpiritofradio I cannot fill these pages fast enough to. Just gag real remote, the penetrating crevices in the particles, in the settle and stinging up your throat, shivering forearms and lower back and heart to keep the divining rod (never going to make it anyway, right), magnetic, cling slim against my body, forced into into my head where it seems I am……..Like I could tell anyone in one conversation anymore to me, anymore flushed down the toilet, than….oh perhaps should have chosen ‘Working Man’. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .