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The storm, The fall, The center of the world
The specter of nihilism haunts
he on the bridge, promise an answer


each in succession, animated, throughout the day in flat ever against the background, back of the sky


burgundy tongue
the moment just past is extinguished forever, save for the things made during it.
“There was Earth inside them, And They Dug.
Where did the way lead when it led nowhere?”
(gargantuan capacity for ruination)
Sphinx - “A coffin baring the face of a girl/A book/Written on the stomach of a Crow/A wildflower hidden in a beast/ [space of two or 3 lines] /A rock/Breathing with the lungs of a schizophrenic:/This is it/This is the twenty-first-century.”






sxiophreniuc
vanquish consciousness while still alive. Next, let’s try changing the shape. A shape into a form, a form into a shape
Black is myself (incubation breath)


Set your favorite book aflame. (don’t buy another copy, wait until you receive one as a gift, or find)
Listen to nothing, read nothing, look at nothing created before the last millennium

Metaphysics and Ethics


Winter the most truthful (release)
to create what appears to be an aura around the nimbus around the halo
The sacrificial dimension of light and time, wood and work
Bones. Working on the other side of the wall


Work as Action
Complex paradox revolving from chaos
Gut, near doom, black maps, not to scare you I am roaring. End times and gold mines


Artifacts telling
Tomes Lost in the camouflage. Endless any time a temporal eternity to blame for the song in your head
Who resembles you?
Obsession preserves memory
No start again next world. Keep illusion for the end...
Only after dark eventually. Two different approaches to invisibility...
Laughing philosopher in layers. Concealed stems
boast strength silence invention Digesting architecture. History is enhanced.
Down in the think, the deceased amateur new sequence of spheres and smoke, wandering possibility. Depictions of transfer in silence. Only something
to be filled itwill be...Weatherwhether you want it to be, or notitwill be. Trust yourself for at least one minute each day.
Matter transformed, no longer doing what it did before. Placed somewhere else; taken, moved brought doing something other.


Cirape
Then they made a drum...how, nobody can imagine.
Cannibals at the last supper?
There is no black. There is no black. It is a sure sign of midnight.
The vast earth rejoices, as he follows the blood path.
Ferocious welcome. Drop a dead (blue) pony on the virgin weavers. Home-made religion...welcome the mercurial imagination!
And whence you go and when once you go and when you go once to find her she will not appear we shall not appear. For appetite
The three goddesses and the hound. Two black batteries, the dirt sings it's own song.