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To feel anything deranges you. To be seen feeling anything strips you naked. In the grip of it pleasure or pain doesn’t matter. You think what will they do what new power will they acquire if they see me naked like this. If they see you feeling. You have no idea what. It’s not about them. To be seen is the penalty.

To live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.

You could take the entirety of the common sense of humans and put it in the palm of your hand and still have room for your dick.

at the bottom of the ocean is a layer of water that has never moved…

You read a hundred military manuals you won't find the word kill they trick you into killing.

Some conversations are not about what they're about.

Time as hunger. Time passing and gazing. Time as perseverance. Mountain time. Time as paper folded to look like a mountain. Time compared to the wild fantastic silence of stars.

And yet hope turns out to be let's face it mostly delusion a word derived from Latin ludere meaning "to play a game with oneself or others"...

what is the difference between poetry and prose you know the old analogies prose is a house poetry a man in flames running quite fast through it

chorus should we discuss your philanthropy prometheus I went a bit too far chorus how do you mean prometheus I stopped them seeing death before them chorus who prometheus human beings chorus how prometheus I planted blind hope in their hearts chorus why prometheus they were breaking chorus you fool

HE WAS FOURTEEN it was years ago and Sad’s name wasn’t Sad yet. First comet. G had just stumbled off a bus they looked at one another and that lasted until G was almost twenty but he. Well. Being a loyal soul himself. Sad’s need to make friends everywhere. Sex friends club friends gym friends dope friends shopping friends breakdown friends a common enough problem. Sad didn’t see a problem. One day he looked around and G was gone.

What is a culture? A culture is what approves or disapproves of the actions in its midst. Yet how rare for approval to be unanimous.

Comparison makes you less interesting to yourself doesn't it. Your magic contracts your body putting forth no frill under another's gaze.

In later years this is the one memory he wishes would go away and not come back. And the reason he cannot bear her dying is not the loss of her (which is the future) but that dying puts the two of them (now) into this nakedness together that is unforgiveable. They do not forgive it. He turns away. This roaring air in his arms. She is released.

Wife of Brain don't say you weren't expecting a volcano those red wings that not even bad love can tame must signify something's somewhere about to go up in flame or (as Proust says) be eternalized in pleasure like the men in a Pompeian house of ill fate yet fame is not ill for all

So much human cruelty is simply incidental is simply brainless. Simply no common sense. You could take the entirety of the common sense of humans and put it in the palm of your hand and still have room for your dick.

Components of today include a shape asleep on the floor an erased white world the tumblers vibrating in the closet and he brought the wrong book. Alive in a room as usual.

I look awful don’t I. No you look like my Ma.

WHEN HE IS there they lift the stones together. The stones are her lungs.

WHEN HE IS there they list the stones together. The stones are her lungs.

I look awful don’t I. No you look like my Ma. Now she winces. In later years this is the one memory he wished would go away and not come back.

I look awful don’t I. No you look like my Ma. Now she winces, In later years this is the one memory he wished would go away and not come back.

I look awful don’t I. No you look like my Ma