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i am:
axis tilted off, new black shirtdress, third cuppa and swooned like stardeath--light combustion--not like gobo frosted amber jellyfish on your bedroom wall, but splayed light fins pendulumed toward abbreviation. but not. not abbreviation but elongation. but not elongating like a snail body (pulling and trailing) but more like a chinese finger trap. not to denote negative captivity, but willing. starting out casual and ending in sweet finger suction. i am the spots where temporality edges up on top of itself, like i am campanula get mee with stainglass sepals open stardeath reaching through the thick filth this office window, that. but also tomorrow's blue couch and suckerpunch. and also, dysentary in a fruit market in peru where there are No Bathrooms and you are hothounded by guabana sticky cotton reeds six for dos soles, hotheeled by the humboldt currents of your stomach lurching against pearlized walls so you gasp your chicken eggs right to the ground where they exclaim stories into the asphalt and Cotten Reed (your first peruano) says I Like The Way You Are.
axis tilted off, new black shirtdress, third cuppa and swooned like stardeath--light combustion--not like gobo frosted amber jellyfish on your bedroom wall, but splayed light fins pendulumed toward abbreviation. but not. not abbreviation but elongation. but not elongating like a snail body (pulling and trailing) but more like a chinese finger trap. not to denote negative captivity, but willing. starting out casual and ending in sweet finger suction. i am the spots where temporality edges up on top of itself, like i am campanula get mee with stainglass sepals open stardeath reaching through the thick filth this office window, that. but also tomorrow's blue couch and suckerpunch. and also, dysentary in a fruit market in peru where there are No Bathrooms and you are hothounded by guabana sticky cotton reeds six for dos soles, hotheeled by the humboldt currents of your stomach lurching against pearlized walls so you gasp your chicken eggs right to the ground where they exclaim stories into the asphalt and Cotten Reed (your first peruano) says I Like The Way You Are.