From #110 (page 9)
one can be so confused by the crystalization of depth.
theoretical antacid in a trap-door. say “both”are
and begin
floating in white. The disarrangement of love finds its place.
black catechism cateclysms mechanism typography kept in the dark, kept.
focus can’t see me. right side up retina chair.
dread clouds so white and frozen as snow. keep eating stuffed full, taxidermy.
epidermal pet blackhole, crept on a leash. blue blood until cut,
oxygen, she is an apparition and an aberration.
gaol legion moon all crooked up.
gale wind gouls blades in their flimsy fingers bars. swell squall wall black co lateral
sleep gas lights are severing movement three-dimensional space-time.
a few red skies. after. They set fire-works off in the sky for a grave.
lightswitch math. fiddle with night instruments. eyeballs lifeless as linen, broken wing
tink (bones) in a plastic bag tincture. Concept scalpel sect
‘fuckin’ colloquial
nothing stick
in the hole
fuck off up
im not caving carving an invisible letter in the dark
spins blindlike an open sign
the bottle.