we were walking, talking about capital. I guess the underlying question was can everything be placed on one scale and then measured? still there were other issues even given that first principle. on a practical level were these other issues. but like most of our conversations it just ended with awe and confusion ( Read more... )

"Oh Lord, please fuck my mind for good ( Read more... )

Sure she's stupid. As shit. Stupid as hell. I mean she's nice on a certain level. I can imagine her being pretty mean too. There's not much separation, you know not that's she's overly ruled by the situation but she's just normal with that. It's me. I'm abnormally balanced and calm. Not immune, no one is. There's a situation that rules your goddamn ( Read more... )

I love the men you fuck too. Maybe I love them more. Even when they fuck bad, just their naked body. Even when they say stupid things, just their warm hands. Everyone has warm hands, almost. Or something warm ( Read more... )

I can feel some of the heat sink away. I feel the tension and pounding noise of reality. Of the forced relations among others. Perfect glimpses of a workable awkwardness. Hard work that matters for a minute and then a minute longer ( Read more... )

he aroused himself from a mild evening lacunae gripped his obnoxiously large glass of wine and walked across the room. was this corner of the room better than the other? it was because he could rest his arms on the shelf. he rest his arms on the shelf and stared through the gap above the shelf into the kitchen. he didn't really think about anything ( Read more... )

no I don't think it is a very great thing to be doing it is just what I am doing ( Read more... )

words that do not matter in an emptied space of action and want. words that ring endlessly in this same space but emptied of want. the want there dropped as a heavy burden beneath the unclenched facts of life ( Read more... )

when we were wet behind the ears with semiotic fluid. our little parents jaw traps waved endlessly up and down in varying intensity. we turned side to side. we turned and barely balanced beneath our babe paws. we dripped and dribbled fluids down our chin and chest. our fat arms tucked moisture inside them ( Read more... )

what if your world is populated by a constant ringing emptiness and the possibilities for the vague and transformational realization of authentic life structurality, the baking building blocks of ensconced world-soul, are not possibilities but time that is filled regardless ( Read more... )