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IV. Booneville, MO, 1997
Therefore:
end in Rest and the Idea of that
Comes (in) to this. When one Reams an Opposite Life’s Dream, either
Sink or Schwinn or else Stake-Out one’s god
ot and Illuminate the Life-Long Wait of Man. Now:------------------àGiving Face is not an Option, as one can Never
Hope to Give one’s Face. The Tongue
gliding under the Roof of the Teeth is the Turning (in) of this. I Mean:
Denuded of Snō and the Fret of Future Regret. Keep Pushing-In
the Body till its all but of Steam. This
is the Logic of the Pigeon: every Relationship Turns from Next to Next to Next. Call
this Narrative: Dick’s Last Desert.
One Day, I will Need to Explain, my Puny
Parity, but for Now: this Leakage
is (in) the Stalk. A Note to the
Architects of LaSalle:
the Pigeons do not Approach my Open Hand with the
Delirious Excitement, I Might have Supposed. Desire, too, is a Concept that is
only Realized, Consistently, when Throttling,
in one, Unsteady Direction. Desire is
the common Currency of my Charming Dillpickle’s
Detail. And my Love will Await in the Guise of a Rickety Chagrin.
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