2O FOOTNOTES TO A BRIEF HISTORY OF SWEATING FOR THAT BOOTY

⁽¹⁾ If Desire Points to an Act that might Majestically Rearrange How one Ponders in a Perception, then it Surely, Disorders and in turn Revives a Distortion up/on a Body

⁽²⁾ Admit this: an Urge Closes so to End within Another

⁽³⁾ And if my Account is Taken into Fact: “Any Old Bullshit” would Express this  

⁽⁴⁾ With every Phrase you Say, there will, Undoubtedly, be Someone that you will Disrespect

⁽⁵⁾ An Incrimination, an Urge, a Bubble, an Error, a Lust

⁽⁶⁾ And let’s Multiply that, so everything else Becomes Draped in the Skeptical Eye of “Anybody’s Loss…”

⁽⁷⁾ I had undergone a Confluence of this Action’s Missed-Mission

⁽⁸⁾ And the Coincidence: Mined, Blistered and pop

⁽⁹⁾ In Time, it all Becomes a Matter of: “Just Fucking Having To…”

⁽¹⁰⁾ This Exults the Pulling-In Purr of an Exit

⁽¹¹⁾ Positively: I Must Sweat for that Booty—[!]

⁽¹²⁾ Sometimes, I Actually Believe that I am Free from the Crumbling Position of “What Passed Through or Not” but then, I Sadly Recall, that this Deals in the Business of Nostalgia

⁽¹³⁾ The Body’s Limits are my Objection’s Occupation

⁽¹⁴⁾ Our Reconciliation can go on Carpeting the House of Loss

⁽¹⁵⁾ I Spoke to you Not of this City, but of Space, of Planes, of Walls, of Pizza Joints, the Pubs in Uptown, the Eastern European Dialect on the Northside, the Guttural Musicality of it all on the Southside, the Reliefs, the Turns, the Body going around the Staggering Buildings in the Loop, but most Importantly, of Anxieties

⁽¹⁶⁾ “We Sat together that Night listening to the Ridiculed Wails of Baby Huey from the Speakers.”

⁽¹⁷⁾ The Rush, the Ache and the Need Not to Eat

⁽¹⁸⁾ Anxieties are Punctual, However, this is Undoubtedly, Negative

⁽¹⁹⁾ And with Palms, Flat on the Floor, You Will be Exalted, as one could only Hope to Be

⁽²⁰⁾ And I Told Her:-------------à“Baby Girl, I Ain’t Done with that Body Yet…”

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