(1) A Collapse lets the Grid
of this Conspire each Intersection of
“Becoming-to” or “Becoming-again” in Relation to what I
feel Violently breaking Inside.
(2) Yes: according to this Idiotic World, there is a Precise Amount to
which I can reasonably Accommodate to
What can Fit into my Ideal Promiscuous Image
(3) Boxed a “Bon-Mot” to Scale
(4) A Beggar in the City’s
Suffering
(5) No one Body can
realistically Carry within itself, the Totality of (Having) the Sense of this City, yet each Body, which in itself is
Malleable, has a Particular Intensity, an Occupying Force, something Alarmingly Disfiguring out of Necessity
and thus: each Body, also has the Will-to-Force, It’s Presence upon, All
which Come Close, to its Ear, its Eye, its City
(6) In the Manner of Proper
Introductions: Armsy: the City; the
City: Armsy
(7) The Study for a General
Evolution of Violence is Revealing: it doesn’t fucking Evolve
(8) “A Variegation, a
Quickly-Recovered Memory, a Manured Festination,
a thoroughly well-planned Supper Scene”
(9) I wish Physical Violence
wasn’t so damn-fucking Fleeting
(10) That Morning, you Awoke
Damaged with Pleasure, Reduced, throughout the Night, from Desire
(11) I will Curse my Enemies
with every Kiss I give to You
(12) Baby, A Good Dose of Violence is all we Need to Navigate us, properly, through this World
(13) “As if this was only a
Darling Drifting…”
(14) “Well, Pardon Me, Mr. Malnourished—[!]”
(15) “…But this may be the
Subject of Disfiguration or Mishapinations…”
(16) Everything, of course, Becomes Novel, once it is Annunciated into a Case of Violent
Chance
(17) A Thesis: to Gulp the gap
(18) “And all the City’s Ills
found in your Trap…”
(19) “Well
Folks: Here comes Armsy, and Armsy must admit: He is a Trick gone sore (-ily) wrong”
(20) What Epithet, would Actually End: “Finally…”
(21) He Awakens first, at the Memory of
something Seductive
(22) Violence therefore Comes to you as an
Act that is Ripped from you
(23) “That very Night, He Came into a Pure
Debacle”
(24) Perhaps it is as Simple
as This: the Act wants to be Subjected to
a Form of Violence, and perhaps, in this Way, it Desires in a more Fundamental,
and thus Pure Passion, (than even the
one who carries out the Violence in the Act), to be Ravished, in a Primitive way, to the Pound of Violence, or the Threat
of an Impending Violence, that it will not only have, against its initial Will, Subjected
upon itself, but, in turn, Subject
upon its Act, Acting this Violence on Another, which just a Moment ago, was
Foretold
(25) And this makes
Everything around me, entirely, fucking
Suspect