a reminder of all the old diaries and notebooks I need to burn, with all the horrific things I committed to paper just because they irresponsibly spilled from my noggin and I believed that know one would ever read them
you pulled into this world slug-like muscled through passage passed reforming your credible state in front of the health team and in view of myself taking your cast you cried out about the new conditions gull to life gull toward a name and gull toward embrace-ment in this fight in this criers feeding ground accounted be a token of force a token of soul and a token for ward in this great mimicry
the emergency of life the spot lit fight vigorous apparent the thrashing of the harvest in the threshing of our night cares sew what you mourn in the blot of the moon
it’s all a swallow one gross reactive swallow
your time perception is gourded your feelers are fluence and torted
everything’s fun today the sun spills the sun today all fur is on end all eyes are refreshed fleshing mirrors absurding the observed playing with mother’s scissors dog sugar dog sugar attend to the worlds genitals re-open The Eden for business and theatre