aye, caligula the central arousal, the heart. / and its hard fossil
(1) A Word: an Abstraction Abolishes, then Explodes the Knee, the Break, and the Metaphor for a Distinguished Man in Death.
(2) I should also Note: the Ghostly Fingers Cracking the Dome and Petrified Wood.
(3) Figuratively: this Encapsulates an Escape.
(4) And Ushering-In the Era of the Voluptuous Affect’s Lack.
(5) The Difference to Me you See is what this Prompt Plans to Be.
(6) Aye: And All of this Chosen for Chosure.
(7) You will Raise your Children, so that One Day, you will Forget their Names.
(8) And Going Back: I Loved you for a Summer, that Appeared to last an Entire Year, or at least, Part
of a Day, with the Blinds Drawn.
(9) Or Caligula: for-----------àI have got some Desirous Runs.
(10) I Ought not, so I Sought not, to be a Friend to my Friends.
(11) The Anxiety of touching Hands, Noses, Palms Rubbing-Off Hearts and All of Life’s Blunt Blunders
(12) I Wish my Hunger had held the Anticipation of my Excess
(13) Here is a Secret: I’m a Dum-Dum Narrative
(15) The Braille of Life’s Gallows and Motherfucker, I just don’t know
(19) That Musical Pail Structure
(20) And Above it all, I am thinking again of “Sfogliatelle and Futility”
(21) Or: My Official is Slogan:------------à“Shut—err || up, Armand~!”
(22) I Interfere and Bend in Light
(23) Ah Shit, this is only Because I Care
(24) And the Meat of the Hunch
(25) And Don’t You Forget: my Epic Drive to Terrify
(26) “Shhh…”----------àthe Traps here are Deliberately Set and You are not Welcome
(27) “And Now, it is my Subject’s Turn: / I am Perhaps, a Greedy Description, but Almost Passable. / Through what is Called, the Central Arousal, the Heart. / And its Hard Fossil….”
(28) The Encroaching Famine and Poor Famer with only one Mule to Sing to
(29) I Write: The Immediate Release of my Hunger
(30) Aye: but my Face is Swon.
(31) And there is Always the Question: will these Gestures Grow Ever-More Precious through their Sheer Repetition; And although, What I am About to Do, Cannot be Forgiven, will these Gestures Grow Ever-More Precious through their Sheer Repetition?
(32) Just now, I Remembered how Great a Song “this-this” could have Been.
(33) All the Numerous Affects Cultivated from my Final Accumulation
(34) Undoubtedly, this is Becoming, the Lichtenberg of Desirous Repetitions
(35) An Empty Face is often a Dilapidated Heart and Humorously So.
(36) This voicevoid Devoids the clap
(37) “Aucune Idée.” She Said.
(38) And Baby, here comes the Cadence for the Rest of this Sentence
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