(0) “Motherfucker, You so
Preposterously Perverse…”
(1) I Doubt:------à“I Doubt It…”
(2) Listen: I know Nothing of Pleasure but I am sure the Party that
would Ensue, Surely, would Kill Me
(3) I Stand a Taints chance
away from Proving this all Right in your Face
(4) When You Know that I am
Looking right at You, you of course, Adopt a Flattering Image which “Lights up
my Life” until only, You are Released from my Presence and I’m left alone with
this Absence I Once called a Face
(5) In Front of the
Flickering Lights of The Currency Exchange, Everyone takes on an Aura of
Despair
(6) “I Held so Fast, to that
Edge of ‘Letting Go’…”
(7) “Only Once, would I so
Sure (-ily) be Aroused to See when I am With
You, your Face taking on the Expression, of that, of an Ear-Lending Hostage”
(8) “So fucking Sue Me….” She Said
(9) It is what makes
Perverse, to the Point where, Everything you Thought, you Thought: “Only a Catastrophe can fucking Emerge from this…”
(10) Voraciously, I am to the Left of Exchange, but to the Right of
Being “An Artifact of Desire”
(11) This is Where the Beauty
of a Perverse Ambiguity Begins to Emerge to Reside
(12) in other
words: “Stop Me, Oh Stop Me,
if you Think I’ve Fucked you Before…”