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N & T go wandering in the -house of chills-




call me Loopy but
Entrance & Losing would work in the soundtrack.

stuff to tell u, but don't know where

knotted silver, tackle.

sky; aluminum spiral
or depending..
full throttle (citrus)

hands, hands together, for that's when they feel grand
hands that fill the surfaces more expertly than trees.

hands that wake sleeping
improbable caves.

ankles, waves?


i am wonderful, wonderful. glue in a cloud.

messy island surface?


a shouting girl circling ringed puddles

soft blindfolding wasteland of
so light
i sparkle
almost glass, almost a landscape in myself.

diamond graves

a sepia truck
behind impatience

threadbare moon weave.



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change of subject with left-field compliment.

Nina closes the book. She hated to leave the realms between the pages but her eyes hurt. This meant she needed a new pair, which made her sad. Of all the eyes she had ever owned, these were her favorites. They were a dark, dark, blue, and turned shades lighter depending on the type of light that entered them. When she was angry, they heaved like the sea, gray and silver. When she was happy, they had a soft, violet glow. She had bought them from an old Turkish woman who was a dwarf and looked like the witch in the story of Hansel and Gretel. This woman had lived in the labyrinthine depths of a library in outer Alexandria, in approximately 0 a.d. .. but according to Nina's grandmother, was no longer alive.
Nina got up and walked to her picture window. The screen saver was a pretty glow worm that stopped glowing when he slept. At least she thought it was a he, but really, she wasn't sure. She touched the tip of his head and he was replaced by the message page:

Psssst
Hey to you
Ghost in the computer, mind in a machine.
Try to be there -- expression is impossible
Because things change the names for themselves faster
Than words are being formed. This is the mode of the vox ..

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hmm. interesting. She uses her finger to scroll down to the next message:
Look outside, it is drizzling and the lotus eaters are dancing.[ i have attached the new sketch ]

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Smiling she tightens the belt on her silk robe and wanders over to the fridge for a wine spritzer, looks at the cubed window hanging over the kitchen sink. Sure enough, it is raining....

--- the moment I say it is I change it. chalkboard, windex and musty armpits. "transposition." wet branches giving off blotchy dye on the sidewalk. [Through coitus the pair, 'giving' each other their reproductive organs, were able to rid themselves of their anatomy, thereby forming a new, temporary body, a body of displacements.] ---

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shadows in boxes

boxes of shadows

and so the sun rose

but it was still dark

born from the swell of smoke....
I was a temporary aperture

through which shards of weak light


fell.


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you cut off my legs and i will never love another

nothing stain
parasite curl
pillow press

when i am in you, my chair,
smoke slur
when i am on you
.proud fit.
the greatest snow falls repeatedly, deliriously
your touch
my blaze

your mask{
a grotesque commercial

knee rest
grotto

pearl folly

i dig your plug-in waves
bruise witch
till you wear your death face
whip you with my time knot..
say it, tell me you love me

i'm hungry now

o. you beautiful
starving
sickle

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. falling asleep among the flowers

flower power?

maybe just a pavilion of
noise, note the disappearance is &
allows us enough to fall..

sink, weightless?

content in the sea

mouth & water

we swim around in the dream

jeweled, yet abandoned by grounded things?

sure. and..
my
you
seem
near ..

i am. you don't have to call my name. remember?

listen to the surges -
swaying flesh

some sort of energy ..

cool-sun travels

breasts heave and
escape, falling free

the fortune of your body
pillowed in my dream.

turn the page (slight tweak)

metal bright in my pillow, a you
in twigs. your knowing, joking, eyes,

moving around this puddle of toke,
fall distracted into my ready speech

Your dick has been colonized into a hyperhole

I've been down on top of skies, nipples feel
After
shaky hexagons
you matched my dress
like a child with intervening squirts
nose lips
jiggling
small drunk with almost teeth

our four legs in a shadow jump

your mind triceps are a hardon

what motion noise. a clippings boy with
lighthouse pokes


You're PM has been renamed

twist of a cat swoon

splashing balls, eating, breathing

tight in the bends, stalking in gestures

0h, I stare through your mossy pose