(1) Tackling the Izsus Theory:---------à“I
Monstrō”
(2) In
Other Words:----------àThe
Space IS the City where we went “Right (in-through-in) At”
(3) Which
Means: Supposing,---------à“I Oppose” the Fact that my Reception shall be Hardly Announced
(4) “Where As”ß------(Precisely)-------àThe Collapse:ß-------(Precisely)------à “There Is”
(5) However:
that Signature, I Might have
Renounced
(6) All of this Repetition
is not Necessary, but in its own Odd Way, it increasingly Becomes My Freedom
(7) Thusly: I’m Paralasping
(8) “Of Course…” She Might have Said
(9) For such Beauty to
Exist, you have to Imagine, my Fist, in Frost: a City’s Decimation, which
Occurs, while I Step, then Pause, on this Stair
(10) “A Secrecy, a Spill, the
Culmination, and a Ruinous Toad”
(11) The Contradiction is to
such a Degree of Unintelligibility, that the Heart Simultaneously, Splits into Two Pigeons, or Two Processions of sore (-ily) Bitten Lips
folding in Succession
(12) And as of Sudden: the Immediate Desire of the Body comes to Bend in Trills
(13) “I only Wish to be your Pearly Groan Growing”
(14) His was a Face, Devastated by its own Architecture
(15) I’m not Exactly Crazy about the Chicago that I will one
Day leave Behind
(16) It was that Vague fucking Concept of Conjecture
(17) There are Loves which
cannot Help but take (their) Place, Rebalancing and Scaling the Irrational Will of Destiny, and then,
there are Others, which Pretend to Occur and take a Root in Place but Merely
(-ily) are a “Stand-In” for Something Else, Something more Sinister
and Untrue, because in the End, any
Emotion can Conceal its True Value, and its Exchange, and Ultimately, Become an Unforeseen
Violence, which Accompanies the Deception that “Any Old Attraction” can Double, as the Game of Love, I so sore (-ily) Sought to Display
in this Play
(18) In Broad Daylight, it
was my Face Caught in the Suspense of some Monstrous “Chance of Losing”
(19) The Moment Described is
Always a Regurgitation that Seeks to Attain Me
(20) So these Two Movements:
Destroy the Momentum of Love; and they Destroy too, every Desire that might Ravage this World
(21) The Body that
Contradicts itself Draws upon a Commonplace
Contradiction
(22) “…He Retracts, He
Shatters…”
(23) It was that Unnerving
Intuition that the Great Scandal would Ultimately
come in the Form, of a Bastard, that Horrifyingly
Resembled, my own Features
(24) “Oh My Dear, but of course…”
(25) She Definitely Fucking Said