Chez Moi/ Die is Cast/ Menaces into the Mystical

Cioran on Uncertainty and Treading the Mania/ Oscillatoria - Algae and Language/ Hooked

8 17 Roomy Tomby Bloomy

Oh kay. What today. How merge sex scenes into poetree flow, some of its there - gets a little psychedelic -

No its mystic sampling the elements of its own breadth — getting in on desire expressing itself at a reverberative level thats menaces with glee, mo’ pedding, through mystical (with happy drunk) as countenance to freedom… steady.

Die-Cast

If someone doesnt like the lit ur airy, or discussings of it, or understand how the process of its undertaking goes and flows from kernals of nothing and nutting, each about otherness, perching for freedom, well fuckys all -

Cue can suff off, of o’curse -

Cxcept - putting down ness, comes out of difference - and difference however cut cut cut, is forma discovery.

Tis an asinine gesture to put your nose into a statues ass - according to Murphy/Beckett.

But I have not found that to be true - if a cutting is artists die-cast that I value whatever ass I am with my nose up the jar becomes equipondious -

In a way that is indeed valuable to me.

STOP

I want to break down what have already started in bar/sex scene into clumps -

Reregularize it ? MY WAY.

Nose into it for openings into what ? dont cut it, make rhymes out of fictional surrounds ? as its filter…

Have been holding back on that, or rather - concentrating on somehow creating an order, out of which a scene can flow -

Just jumping in and doing it…

Ultimately find it really is just a set up - that is weak in spots, and then the poetry rolls in. So its very uneven…

Perhaps now is time to let go of order and linearity, let it fester and crow —

Break it into a threesy — just to see whats happens…

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8 16 Starting Back Again