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Gleams and flows, only to become as hard as rock. Web the rain shines sometimes.
pale as glass, clear as water
Were like crystals inside a rock
That has been split apart
devotion of a whole volume to the questions that had arisen
The ever-rising Sun
A Summer landscape in which everything is melted into everything else.
The goal of science was the ensuring of victory in war, which is undeniably an assault on nature, of harm

twenty-first
Quartz
Appeared as a receding horizon
The old paranoid wall if da Vinci brought to perfection
And total annihilation
The cave painting that might be found inside Zarathustra's cave home.
A planet twice as large as the Earth made entirely of gold.
The perennial promise of a marvelous future, just never yet.
...just never yet

Dark high energy & one-hundred rainbows
Mouth of the wolf, let it lick your wounds

Semaphore of suffering, only dying slowly, descending me, wrong way to live, over & over
Never dreaming, within fog
as in of
This century

"Strong am I"
"You can't die"
"...twilight is upon us, descent..."
"He was there before himself
The tree's silhouette against the sky cast
was a body in a bad dream
And it grew as such as though a lifetime of a body in hell reaching
No boundaries or borders, they are all atleaSt half-dissolved, what works? No absolute or final
Dispersed fragments, falsified by the idea of continuity. interruptions from without, his phone rang but he wasn't at home, didn't matter, he had it with him. There is no exit here only horrendous impact and detail No more absolute truths being made from relative, specific concepts.
"anything goes" although we are acutely aware of the control systems we operate within, or claim to operate against.
You don't have any more salvation coming to you than an ant or a fly.

A rare member From the secret society of women who are beautiful beyond comprehension
Withdraw the sword from the tree
"we are only ever upon the skin, and then only just; piercing and scarring
Impossible to search seaRch deeper
Deeper without being consumed, the fire is true and cares for us. We are frozen and there is no gold

go see her again, unknowable journey of the blessed child. returning to the utopia of nobody’s dreams.

“What shall she take with her?”

“She shall make all she needs.” he said.

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It possesses value, obvious an true, and beauty can be found anywhere we mIght look
"revealed now, in this deep space of the cave, is time."
"...progresses...turns dark and incomprehensible, and there is not yet a conclusion..."
the last dAys of mankind were authentic quotation " excerpts of reaLity Are set In gruesome contrast, and the reality depicted distorts to reveal it's true face.
abducted the pendulous bosom
"Dada's destruction aimed not only at art but also the social arrangement that produced art forthefew and pain forthemany, most obviously in war."
The Happy Life; a corrected masterpiece
Lhooq, bozo...his eighteen-yeaR-old daughter, of the millionaire
With only a smaLl map of the North Pole, storming and engulfed in snow, the revolutionaries hijacked an the journey perilous, they reached their destinaTion. Whereupon they wounded their eyes and burnt themselves.
bestowed, I know he was helping him, I thought, right yeah
We all three
the earth is penetrated, veils are lifted, curtains are drawn and secret doors open
In the dirt they were well nigh inverted astrologers
Silver & Gold

Mummified in Moscow Lenin lay I. His mausoleum
this shadow might last forever
The good of blood and soil
"nature is our refuge,
Our salvation, and their alibi
Only that deemed authentic had leave to remain
for her, "...the concepts of authenticity and genuineness were long vehicles of bigoted ideology."
He replied, "within a capitalist system of exchange commodes are meaningful only in as much as they can be made equivalent to a universal measure o value."

Snakes alive in the fire, shining
Without make-up
Artificial light abolishes twilight, and there's nothing natural about the disappearance of stars.
He can't be born here.

the night territories of Nature / shadows of the middle realm
The universe no longer defined by the limits of human vision...had iteverbeen? Were they any closerto where they had wanted to be Urged forward by what they already possessed
"Nature is victorious over history, and this is disastrous for human Utopias."
Alas that is
The where and the only
He might belong
Or else
Some distant dark heaven, obscured by armageddon's smoke and annihilation's ashes. The mud of the bottom conceals
Looking optimistically toward what is obviously a very difficult future.
Evanescence and the stunned joy of fleeting intensity, ornamentation, mirrors, "a new way of seeing for humans who are not yet here..."
An intensified realm of operation and danger, a zone of display. Sublimity through action. Thick clouds of smoke and colorful gas from which there is no hiding  place. A hole in the earth traVels into the sky, countless hidden eyes and ears, metabolic rupture.
They liked the postcard form and exchanged them with one another over the borders, spontaneous imagery, an intimate form familiar
known for their generational revolt
Apparent, nature looks back at us



Headquarters depicted on the front of their publication, with swastikas, an empire of color and hue
Youth devour divinity. God is of no concern, father can't feed.
The nihilist demands reality (and utopia) "that this was a world in crisis was evident beneath the glamor, or because of the glamor. It's signals were alienation, isolation, fear, and addiction to illusion."
Hide a trauma in the gem, pale it with fear and distress. Cloudy now from horror now
Place it in perfume, soak for three months. Until eventually the whole elaborate machinery of modern industrial society is nature bent on ripping itself to pieces. (72) the rise of the bourgeoisie and industrial capitalism has been used to abuse humanity, and domination of nature has become also the domination of nature within humanity.
Human nature




Antipyrin (the mother and the queen, approximate man, not primitive)
Lignite

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not to be permanent, “I remember something about you telling me…”

and after all Low and

If it appears again, that is good, good omen, an it will anyway

Behold, health, cannot leave the right to the mercy of chance, the brazen zenith vs. The unbreakaBle bone

"...it does, however, stand for the spirit of revolt, in whatever form (necessary), against everything that hinders human growth."

thorough character

Theater? continues mirrored

Couldn't find it again, though, even when looking, thaw, "they felt honored to be permitted to worship at the shrine of master."

poignant repetition of panoramic phenoMenon

everybody's alone

Annihilator, harbinger of blood and fire

The attack on the omnipotence of Rome

force of antiquated evil into violent contact with the tempestuous outburst of a new hope

ripe or fresh

fetish dissected

"to be sure has she not inspired even before her birth? Everything is possible with the Free."

who would dare answer the question?

Phantom, her shadows were not stopped by

The building

Of walls

the rear of the sphere, revealed

Heroic liberators

Of the American night

Happy son, where is your sister?

the spider made its web

in a clean clear place

where no insects go

it will live out its life in that glass

starve to death alone

perfectly white

too late, already thought

the black wolf above

her pale winter flesh, trembling, gentle quiver

Get the shit off your hands before you do anything else.

Get the shit off your hands before you touch anything else.

You’ve gotta’ get the shit of your hands before you can do anything else.

don’t look too hard to see the red through

Lapidary, trANsmissible, duplicitous horizon

Totem pole chakra body

"I liked that they were both Indian, 'totem pole chakra' "

The piano runs through his body, long after it has been cut from the air, interspersed with blank space

his incredible touch

Duplicitous horizon

Evidentiary traces of an act of vandalism

"if there ever was a first, the tome was ripe for it."

The endless task

entropic disintegration, that can know no halt

Enact zone

"difference is the condition for identity / identity is the condition for difference"

trust the formEr

out to Drummer outside

Unidentified, unidentified, (how to turn it inside-out, formed, reversed, reverted)

Damage done, disheartened she considered going home.

dusk of the colossus

This didn't even exist then...-

Young forever shirt in plus

Over the night's sky

Obsidian up there silver banner drifting

into Runner inside

Wild wind, abandoned beaUty looking across

In one direction

Relation of objects on the surface, ancient alignments divulged / harmonious balance of the elements which compose, terrestrial geometry

"Why Not?"

up or down

the ladder

Edged under, forklift

Particularly grisly, unfortunately cut us out of what was going on at the time, justifying this but never really forgiving them

for the accusations. "I guess a lot of people believed as he handed it to him."

they had heard the baker

Victim of a whisper campaign, she had been warned and refused to cooperate, she should have smiled, should have smiled about the dogshit boot in the face, government issue, "go ahead and change it without us knowing.

Microphonic Infection

Bizarre wood conjuring up a scenario"

& still nothing happened to them...

pagan sanctity, "the straight lines to my amazement  passing over and over again through the same class of objects."

Occasionally traversed impossible terrain, sometimes going up the sides of a mountain or across bridges...to save her discoveries from oblivion

Across the promise line of origami thought, took because couldn't be taken

He was a point of departure, those girls couldn't keep their voice(s) down quiet and now don't disaster

Always come always come

When you expect it and when you don't no matter

who or what or where

"why are you wandering here and there?"

One pause

Prepare for death, calligraphic, frozen in the air. Out in the open as wild as the sun, and shines overthe lands.

For how many eons have the secret blossoms bloomed and faded? Moving steadily, leaving no trace in the void.

Fundamental questions in narratives of desire, loss and making the most of what is left (illus. 133, 134). Scavenging dogs, Dancing skeletons, tragic vulnerability, and a radical spirit in the body.

Darings

Like sword of some type, upright and higher

The shining night upon thee

I wanted to watch the way it expands and presses and strains at

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