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(1) The Body, is Now, is
Before, is Accursed, is what I Will
Sled right fucking Through
(2) And as for in (to) You:
Our Desires are always a bit Further from what is Present
(3) in
other words:---------àSoon, we will Transform, into a Strategic Redefinition of what we
Preserve inside our Peculiar and Pleasureless Object of Desire: its Faults, its Accidents and all its Fuckinations
that Consume us into this Recurring Sign: that of Something Indefatigable and Drowning in the Excess of what might Finally, Relieve us, from all this Beauty
(4) There is no hump
if not for
Want of a Composed Composition
(5) However: there are a Remarkable Amount of Those who Warrant an
utter Culmination of an Ecstatic approach
to a Performing of this Disaster
(6) Or: Wandering (in) || these (is) || Hells all || (in) IS Alone
(7) From Where I am
Standing, I can See all the Boys, Watching
me Watching You lift your Skirt “just
so” as your Cheeks lower to Project that “All too Human” Fantasy of a Naïve
Rapture
(8) If You Question Me, Know
that the Answer is (in) This: “My
Dear, I am, Oh-So, so Wearly”
(9) The First Encounter
could have Began: “Oh just fucking Touch
Me already…”
(10) But let it be Known: I Will Conceal the True Nature of this
Allegory until we find ourselves on the Ground, Teeth to the Curb and Beaten
before we even can fucking Begin
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