National Exhibition

I have directly lived

but for get

just like you like you like me to.

forget our me.mor.ies of recovery..

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the object is dead

and said itself

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C*nema

when my mouthes talk

it is the history of western cinema which talks

when my legs walk

it is the history of western cinema which walks

when my heart beats

i miss it

its dead shell

whose cracks

may only be signified *

when my cocks fuck

the history of western cinema is fucking

when my hands work

the history of western cinema is working

when my mind prays

i loathe it

when my mind loathes

i am praying

I Walk to Sleep

this is a non story that some editor(s) tried to 'get technical' with -

insert stock redemption fee package trademark at points

just read through this first part

-crossed out- group was accidental

what about

this world is coming to - name of locality

it takes a long run up (line break)

to gifts for another level

this is the part where + opens the fridge

this is the part where

- warms up

one by one each character finds themselves arriving at
you're beautiful its true

wherever they go

+ takes up his foods to the grave

better holding the moving handrail on the way out..

here__ should be the actual name of The Property Package
better done than before

thus - returns complacently to urban central

+ (alone, corrects himself)

'a whats left
just the limb bag
(breath) leg has its idea
its idea yet said
which must have said no
when the leg shivers
and says non signs like
sak/kas/kassak/i/dan/nak/kan/nad/i/sak/kas
each an imbalance
and a will matter
linked to the sovereign [work]
the sense in which
when 'i' do 'my' best
the search is off -
i walk to sleep'

Critic The

I am I = vocalist

go projecting as gore kisser

state tastes its own sociolect

spoke clear of even the gold breakages

moment loss for the never apparent

all revisits never advertising vacancy

consistent illiterate welcomings

cold eggs as a bought metaphor

hung and drawn by calligraphist gorilla

patiently awaiting till signature

equals equals the rich work

and victory to the critic

Sdrawkcab Dear

To read the other work

maintain my own authorship

enabling the only story which happens when I tell myself about void

nothing and noone informs it

their stories sometimes flick the switch
sometimes the switch goes on alone
at others there was and is never a switch
which is no longer and has never been a word
same with the void word void in fact
and in this I include fact exploded

that fiction demands my investment

pick up a block

open it

read words, on a page

it is in this change

that fiction has no right

it walks right round the corner

dick hanging out

oblivious to the fact revisited

it has no more distinction or difference than say nothing

i write the books of others as i read them

erasing and replacing until they never existed and I am alone in ultimate worth

Account

Obsession is guarding the thought

because it is impossible

there are spies everywhere

within the certain lack

revisiting work

their wisdom, ever sicker

stands over the river

and sees itself

their option, illusion and curse

is paid to dissolve and distress the aspect

I like to watch my shit disappear

round the U-bend

to see out the end of the plan

eyes closed to the source

I fill my nostrils

with disappearance

with no full length mirror

no reasoned clarity

no apprehension of substance

no subraction

no words

no weathering, patronising, bagging, hugging, wanking the storm

no penalty

no advocacy

no frame

check my account

and know these words are in

By Decorations

non will

turning the loop

seeks approval

as the passive object of birth

beyond injury

determined to go on anon

finds nothing of displeasure

nothing of worth

drops the bag

with it's own name in it

it it self slips

on contact

splits