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I may be useless but I sure am obsolete
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Dada - Surrealism - Non-sense - Non-being
Looking for like minded "artists" "writers".
The brilliant clearness of lucidity. Motion..nice.
Bringing countries, all fire, all night.
my sound tutor.
m yso undt utor.
m ysou ndtut or.
mys ound tuto r.
myso un dtu tor.
rot. dut. un myso. ao.
uor.auo. nbha. auhouye. aunomvoq.
uou, aouoj! uoun q.uoub;-u0u0ql!
uuooa my sound tutor. my sound tutor.
blow up san francisco.
paul of tarsus. paul of ausoual. apula of uojao!
as you were, as you calmly tell me. i know. i know, her face lies
in the freezer, with the rest (rest?) of the pollen.
i like toy stores, multiple toy stores, lined up with
fruits and wheat, barley and crystal wheels.
a bloom-fed remark, off-hand remark, telling me:
"you have no room for left hand scooce!"
but really, i never did real'ize my own facial
conflictions, conflux, conflict, citnofl.
omlbo, edf. fof-dhan.
soon, above, kirilov, my sound tutor is remarkable.
the last of the halls of cromwell, the white halls
of privacy, of impotence,of ground. sound ground,
loss of invitation, she shat on his face, alone with
cities to idolize, with faces to burn, lust to give up
to the father of reduction,
to make me forget, the levee, cry message, renewed
thought, meekness, name and whom we let us come into
hundreds of marriages, the veil of subtraction, the
only freedom from the boon, the cross of mini alleys
the marriage of beloved vessels, the vessels of
self reduction, non being, truth in the state of
relaxation, the loss of words, nontype above alove
a love of losing supplies to the pale locust fodder.
the time we left the house, the same hour as my father
beat the living substance out of the horse, we left
we left and i think i remember wishing i was married.
i don't know, i don't remember, it was too long ago.
my mother still cries whenever she hears a train, please
don't, get out, get out, move move. fine, the fan doesn't
keep the heat out, it just blows it in our faces,
the curtains stained and dusty, i see outside, why
is kevin in the garden, why is jason in the dirt?
the bodies we steal are not our own only time's little
whore, time's little watch, the watch i wind with
chasm sex, the time i watch the game wrap around itself
i wish i was tied up, soothing, remarkable, awe struck little
room, little white light sheet cartoon, closet.
my sleeping bag talking to myth god, rain-box like a
coffin, rain-box like a bridge, linking the words
like strange spaghetti, pasta monks, it's been a long
time, a long painless, useless time, i think i
remember you soothing your pain with words like
fool car crash, i don't know your head hurts my head
feels the same as flower beans, i soothsayer.
hear talking think it's about me no it's about you it's about
the sewer asphalt steam press dress suit, child train.
a little bit of all of it. i know it's all done
when the eyes of the angel are as blank as mine.
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