I S O L A T I N G
Woke up stiffened / thinking about dark matter / crushing unknowns.
Like the ambiguity of moving through someone else, bent light remnants coursing n solidifying as we move through bodies, but it's all invisible aside from the concrete, residual effects -- what is symptomatic of the experience / can only manifest as an inference of existence.
Matter that could be comprised of collapsings, haloes of black holes / translucent absences.
Can they not make the discoveries for me yet.
Felt like I was a carting her just in front of me, this girl, through a corner store last night / feeling through her dress for a moment, an accident but maybe it was a Freudian slip of the paws, felt like there was some kind of hardware under it, hip cage / I learned later there was / Painfully lit inside there / And we were hearing
WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK
HE SEE ME DO ME
DIRT DIRT DIRT DIRT DIRT DIRT
And eyeing a honey cake
candy I don't make sense of but might eat.
YOUKNOWIDEALTWITHYOUTHENICEST / NOBODYTOUCHMEYOUTHERIGHTEOUS
NOBODYTEXTMEINACRISIS / IBELIEVEDALLOFYOURDREAMS,ADORATION
YOUTOOKMYHEARTANDMYKEYSANDMYPATIENCE / YOUTOOKMYHEARTONMYSLEEVEFORDECORATION /
Feel fat + a little licking / feel slender + execute 3 ballet positions HOLDHOLDHOLD
I can erase the feeling of men by getting inside of a girl
I get the feeling
Men try to erase themselves, sometimes / in us :)
Watching Farewell, MY CONCUBINE -- little boys beaten because they cannot sing properly about the nuns.