better than Mozart: sorry: who is Taylor Swift
who is Mozart:
Edie on the phone: snoring... crackle sweeter
than pop...
i'm thinking about music...
but then i read some Zhuangzi
chapter 18 reaching...
teaching: ultimate happiness...
brook ziporyn
hackett publishing company, inc
indianapolis / Cambridge...
like Freud 2.0
this psychoanalysis...
mighty long session
she's sleeping and i'm writing
my parents distraught
she knows that by snoring
she's talking to me in her sleep:
she scribbles:
like she's pretending to be alseep:
but all Christian all Darwin
like Morse Code
i hear a serpent slither
and with tongue
spell out TARANTULA and RATTLER
in the same sentence of yellow
eye ammonia the scent
like bad Body Odor...
Odis... Ottis...
she is messaging me after crying
into my ear
and i didn't fly away
i stood my ground
didn't i?
so my flight to wage war of ideas
with the Polynesians
in Hawaii...
i played her some Nordic Pagan Music...

joshua dubois:
i'll be working ring side on this boxing match
i want to say a long goodbye
a long farewell
i want to be the angel that bowed
and said thank you:
now of a woman:
and how i will not write as much
how i will change my style
how i will hide myself in you on the focus
of maxim or anecdote....
maybe an aphorism...
like this is second tier *******
this is what women can be to men
and this is what men can be to themselves
and to other men...
i didn't crucify christ:
i just ****** on the sacrilege of the pinacle
of the cross:
i'd rather imagine a tired,
old, Wolverine esque anti-hero Christ
******* into a liver
with a bladder bag
boxing...
imaginary second fathers
in a ******* wheelchair you ****!
i'm not mocking your faith!
i'm ******* arming it!
i'm the Wade Wilson *** Wolverine
i know i'm a ******* fake
but that still doesn't imply i can't act
in Good Faith...
that i can't have the capacity to double-think
anti-Orwellian new Jesus ******* bible:
**** me...
i love you... but this ******* therapy
session is soma hallucinations insomnia
******* blah blah
the sky is grey, it's England:
get used to it...
concept of non-doing: to better aid any variation
of being:
death is tranquil and a duck in a garden
you threw,
so many, ******* insults, at me...
i don't even know where to begin
by beginning thus:
Alexander, but there are so many red flags about her...
Matthew: time to play snakes without ladders...
you have the house, the assets...
she is a poor american girl:
allow yourself to acknowledge that
since she wants you to acknowledge her
acknowledgment of what needs to be firmly
bound to: know...
not do, not be: to: know...
i see this Edie: don't jug the snorkel of trying
to talk while you sleep...
there's a fixation on the membrane that doesn't
allow you to night walk...
you snore because you want to wake up
and meditate in a state of Alzheimer's Mushroom
chemistry... ongoing...
you snore because you are talking
to me...
i hear ghosts in your snore
and demons
and Morse
you are sleeping and talking
click click click click lick lick
you think it's just ***
no *** is pivot
INTEGER
touch is also more than just a fixation:
if only Freud had the patience...
if psychonalaysis would extend
into the realm of someone falling
asleep in your presence...
a slow version clove: anesthetic...
subjective anaesthetic...
****... can't rewind it's not music: just her snoring...
getting excess phlegm i need to hark out
while snogging her lips and eating her
oysters... of the one and holy ****...
sorry... what?!

when she giggles through her snores...
trumpets! trumpets! trumpets!