From the collection truth squeal vacuum.

Misha Sprocket, do.not.hold.these.words.as.dear

Limbs extending outward from. These eyes are your eyes, not mine?
Subliminal does not sublimation account, the totality of ambiguous
minions, three-pronged intervention in complacency & the next best
thing since

Broach desire & concede. How many probabilties open, numerous,
random facination in the ragweed forest, a jungle of planatation. ex-
but not above append to the end of an emotional document. Metaphors are
in collusion with the conspiracy to untitle. Doctor of manifestation
appears humble, bold, surrounded in a once that defies a quiet moment
when we can meet in between.

"Mine are minor." Restitution based on appropriated meanings that are
sly or otherwise witty. Such a gaunt caricature, the rings around the
eyes, I wonder why I even got up in the morning when the internet is
embodied all night. A simple way to say this is. She fell toward
grace, but only as an act of fruition, seven shiny apples in a window.
My transparency is vibrant, but not hungry.

Singularity is common even among disagreement. Parataxis is definitely
not 2 taxis bound for collision, otherwise I would dispair & ask for a
ride. Given the ability of all subtexts to degenerate I am seeking
concordances among those Ive never met, as if to touch untouchables.

metamata, fatima@madonna.prayer.cup

The ultimatum pinpoints the absolute molecule of Grace. Stories before,
in a coded land only a tinge of spell awoke the peacekeepers. A 1000
Arthurs, & a shovel of pardons, every moment cratered in a suspicious
gnosis. Provocation by characters not provided for in the story sketch,
aware of their fictive limits, stretched amid awe. The sanction to write
declared hereby polyvocal, simultaneous & considered, but as usual,
somewhere the text always reduces to the -emes between words. One
net commandeered another, you so lonely there in siber s p a c e.
Where are the murmur texts in our periphery, singularity populated Her
idol cavern.

Roland Barthes, grief@ruthless.sexuality

the more ravaging term
then perhaps the subject
concerned with destruction
grasps at every point
but quickly exposes itself
we are all caught up in the truth
the leisure of bygone readings
where we can hear the grain of the throat
whenever I attempt
without ever introducing anything
the very utterance
the other reading skips nothing
psychoanalysis must be traversed
but it is doubtless
violence must be coded
if it were possible to imagine
we have either the course
outside bliss but not necessarily
deplored except
like a bird who understand nothing
only in total atopia

Roland Barthes, interior@speech.noise

The opposition spread under the protection of power. There are
those that no concious illusion is perpetrated. An entire orality
which produces a drift of bliss & fear. Fetish objects on the
other hand leaves expression to the pheno-text. As a creature
of language which permeates him very quietly the subject
returns were we fond of neologisms. This text bores me like a
spider dissolving. The text you write must prove the sentence is
hierarchical. Similarly, it is not only establishing the oppostion of
the way two girls must be politicized. Where is this elsewhere?
Nine times out of ten societies object to undifferentiated eye &
noteworthy Desire. Do not deign to be the persistence of the
thing. Neurosis are the means of ungratiated sucking, a glimpse
of scandalous truth, still far too much heroism to identify
accurately language's image. We are scientific clandestine sites.
This is to want a text which seizes the subject the way the
reversal of origins could not be written. And when something
remains a potlatch under respectable appearances, this is how I
have my best ideas.

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