Tuesday

'dialogue'

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 JIll  "I'm talking about the start at the page turns you know, but its more lonesome when you're not  here holding my waist"

Mona " What I say is its' the whistle in the loneliness of height keeps me here held fore the night at its peak wealth"  Jill purrs as  a cat in cold heat. Franny's got the gif spoon soup wrapped already . its figtree rhyme with the end of xmas  in the capital world .

   we dont listen no more to hysteric s in foets   | there's wars galore .

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it's because of rhizome i found them. are 'they' the affects of a machine, desire territories? that question's posed itself as the round wing of a moment's fleeting footing .




                         sometime under




 

Lower that vehicle gently .. we're coming in for a landing .. watch that stratasphere rotating...





                                        of the naked. but the clothed, the silk , the suited . O dependents. O departments you

                     went the way of suit



                               research / row after row / the same the same the same buttons clips, ties, cuff, shoulder boards, pleats and toes/ same /each suited row / the epistemological crack-down ....   we had to run......



its not Jill's whore talking that way but her hurried hair. This frizzy body is best. is beautiful.





keep them out you



out whence the river.....



                              

                                           keep the worm peak

                                             open the bream . whale the furlow

                                                   tidy up your wormhole notes
                                                                        we're going for a  possible.


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Jill &  very nice flute / or very lice toot? was the question of the forgotten desiremachine that'd keep the piece. a piece of molecule, of ass in your eye tag meant to be blown into Jacky's baloon . and the childhood going back and black and the soldiers have torn d o w n the street and normied teen is what's become of the Momaoedipus what a rescension is that the word ? this normie who wants to want. Or normoid rather with the lips redone a tthe cost of thousand an thousand of capitalist dollar . just to looka certain high cheeked jawbone lip puffed out a look the well fucked appearance of the body of the body? what body is this normoid queen of ripped fire? alterity celebrity? its not hegel's alien being fr sure? now what are you doing this on the Irish tilt wifetrading? Shall we bisexual our boxes? i ate rock nroll. do bone get bitter on old time island an appearance of noun an phrase torn from the likely bed of salt. finding this 'true' love as close to Platonic inteference as is likely. and possible as her thigh. was the tempting tense. of desire romance and love first beat. rained by the effort of the flute and the leaving go of the oedipus mama . not that it sank that wasy but the room was vacant not bodies there to keep the spirit up. was this the staging area of the dead? it's the living that suffer.

                                        ( america feels guilty of everything. america is guilty of its present and past . in spite of it s 'black' president . who's resident in the white house who's ass is white? the toilet bowls are white.....)


           it shld. too. what is the statue of liberty ? an old gate holding the rag of war (e) at bay? is this her torn skirt the blood others at the world wake? who's waking the dead of the snow felled city and the walkers . tromping. no  tramping on the country .. it's that word echo. of narcissitic pale.


on e calls back to the mail. -------------- Mona has buried the sun and revived the dead. this is in keeping with the multitudinous simulataneos resurrection

and the woman heavy lips of the spoiled          ~.



 and the reaching down of the shade 

   and the ring worn book of  










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