seams

it seems
that to severe
severe before from after,
require

to gather,
put
together

in make up the
rest,
so needed.

fill in, full in
espose,

the past,
and bring lght to as Jozsef Attilla in thefuture,
as He woud have had it, to himself,

inthe present,
his present, to him-self,

as he would have been, as i would

in an anterior world,
images full, requirements met.

where sleep eclipses wake,
where delirium lays under a slight leeting cover
let,

as is in that painting by that english romantic.*

so few flowers now,
the past as reliefs of
which faded glory,
naive men, young and futurist
inclined to rock,
roll, the plain in spain
tilting to the west,

ferlinghetti in commier world,
when the rocks were hot,
as the delirium of your breath,

the solvenitzhin of your desire,
if i die yet, i would or could
know, i can take you along

into eyernity with, now, as
if words be,

immortal, and all th missed could have missed you
me, with (even in park griffith overlooking the
cavernous emptiness of the blnding glare , the dead chevies longinly indisposed in their own graveyard)

junk for the future my friend,
jozsef, your soul persosted and caught me, imbalanced,

a similar act, but oh so deeply the precipice beckons,

he wuld have offerd you the world and it’s kingdoms, and yet, you gracefully declined,

so as to enable to write somebody,
the lines, strung,
as would a spider,

string a bridge, over the precipice hart crane also,

could’ve transgressed.

*Turner

it seams very straaaange!

saw girl-woman today, wanted to run up to her, take her frigid hands in mine and say something to her,

but it would have done little good.

My God she was nce someone’s little girl,

now clad up mummy like in a white sari thing with a quitye turban and a sweet forced mask

can imagine what is underneath!

sweet jesus!

out bound the breath in inviolate praxism between hope, and despair.

decisions, decisions,:to be or not to be, that is the question, whether ‘tis be nobler in the mind.’

being, or? nothingness.

i think,

therefore,

i am.

or,
rather

esse est percipii

Kabala,

works if as if in a reversal, the missed

elements, may not only inferred, be

come to You, but in so little dangling ways,

as if,

as when you thinkyou talk to god and it turns out he is seeking you,

therefore, looking back, is sort of like putting blinders,

o, and sorry you missed a lot already, the revearal is not like reading a history book, (incidentally can there be an epic historical poem, reveresely, with the assumptions and revisions unplugged?

can, can can.

But oh with such a terrible price tag attached like giving up looking at companionship through craiglist personals.

((She says yiu cant live in the ruins i say you can, definitely (with a lisp) by all means YOU CAN LIVE IN THE RUINS. most definitely so!

and she goes on and on, and on and on, listen, say what you will, but they are reminding, of something very profound, and it’s 5 in the morning saying i need to take my rx, but have no water and say, there is nothing open can yoi just take them with runnng water from the bathroom.

It’a dark nothinng open but will go see if i can see if something is open in the ruins,

(plastic)

merge when heated
the edges inter solve

and u think they seem
blaze or non-chalant

in fact the more u disbelieve that, the more the negative of that.

& they think in knots, then
puzzled, obsured

or they assume don’t think
that the visuals give away, u think
what they think, not assume
but do they or do they not?

so it can become viscious, a viscious circle revolving around what you assume they think about what is hidden in there,

(In fact if heriticism is your game, let’s say one existential layer at a time, where thre may or may not be a continuity, or a finely enough tuned continuity , which will seem to brush stroke away the roughness between adges,

then, thought and the visuals appearance will not juxtapose, intermingle, blend,

(and for most it’s a closed circut loop, to enhance, photoshop, or fill in=to advantage or disadvantage,
relative to the motivation; to gain or loose something of themselves, ((maybe automatic, semi-automatic; or in very rare cases, arbitrary and completely by conscious effort)).

And so, sittng across the Moulin Rouge , thinking no go to see it VIP MENU per person incl show 490 EU.

This may seem far fetched for the fading images of say 300= years or even 100, and increasingly, as the Lady descends on the stairs led to the film invasion and the virtual reality within which we are all trapped.

another seemless loop. Therefore Oscar Wild was right on with the Portrait of Dorian Grey.

(plastic)

merge when heated
the edges inter solve

and u think they seem
blaze or non-chalant

in fact the more u disbelieve that, the more the negative of that.

& they think in knots, then
puzzled, obsured

or they assume don’t think
that the visuals give away, u think
what they think, not assume
but do they or do they not?

so it can become viscious, a viscious circle revolving around what you assume they think about what is hidden in there,

(In fact if heriticism is your game, let’s say one existential layer at a time, where thre may or may not be a continuity, or a finely enough tuned continuity , which will seem to brush stroke away the roughness between adges,

then, thought and the visuals appearance will not juxtapose, intermingle, blend,

(and for most it’s a closed circut loop, to enhance, photoshop, or fill in=to advantage or disadvantage,
relative to the motivation; to gain or loose something of themselves, ((maybe automatic, semi-automatic; or in very rare cases, arbitrary and completely by conscious effort)).

And so, sittng across the Moulin Rouge , thinking no go to see it VIP MENU per person incl show 490 EU.

This may seem far fetched for the fading images of say 300= years or even 100, and increasingly, as the Lady descends on the stairs led to the film invasion and the virtual reality within which we are all trapped.

another seemless loop. Therefore Oscar Wild was right on with the Portrait of Dorian Grey.

Laing replaced the seems with knots, and this hidden mechanism is bound deeper to the angst of existence, another bold brushstroke.

climb the knots in the rope. imagine youre a private and god is the mud and the drillsergeant. Imagine having fun touching the sky. all the ladies clapping their fine little hands. kids cheeing daddy go on daddy dont fall!
live life. be remembered in funny stories. laugh on the deathbed, grow golden wings.

‘Can’t fall of a mountain’- Jack kerouac, Dharma Bums

Thanks.

THIS WHOLE THING WILL GO
AWAY
EVERY LITTLE TINY PIECEOF IT

but the go away never seen, or the
coming,

(and if there is a gap og a trillion to the trillionth,) and that to the quadrillionth
power,

my love for you never will,

ever, for ever,

that is hos strong it is’

in fact so strong

as if it’s killing me

you’re killing me,

so, that i could be re-born

spaced out: as if, ideals were not for want of the top of the pyramid, whether they be of, the regally predated, vested kind, or, of the money grabbing neuvo riche kind, it is process, even the capitalism of control of penomenologically impossible , even
distribution of spectra, focus being on parts of the spectrum, the infra red?

loosen out, the thought, widening spaces, the

melting edges, the melting watch, dare
molding new borders, breaking them at some points,

the two faced woman in his green period

births the seeded ovum premature though, blood soaked.

maybe another time dear when we’re ready.
thoughts.

loosely associated.

(while this loosening s going on, the seams stretching, breaking at some points, repair is on the
way, a compensation of phenomena,

the phenomenal intelligence of your being filling in my porous seals, seeming so intact and solid,

reduced as a consequence to a minimum and that don’t work, not work, so destroy it, but just the idea of it, not it’s appearance,

You are so good at keeping up pretence my dear,
without having to pay the price.

You have paid that over and over. And so? The
beauty

full
young can shine it on without that,

shine it, not knowing what, she can be alone on an island will be rescued,

but alas, the beast,

will dump her, as soon as she knows, it’s only a compensation,

the hordes of young merging friendly

then abandon her, as soon as they know,
she has grown out of it, and now, scattering,

that is before her is anathema,

she seems to glean it off others who she was,

and they in turn will be, might as well make the most
of it. The double faced woman, placenta hanging,
her little girl between he legs

preeemy, but give her a chance, she is her precious.

scattering unto herself now, before, the rite.

dont need fix if not broken,
need a break? it’s not me u see, but u,
reflected
refracted in many hues and shapes,
know this,
even if u do

not me need,
i

u
do

and thus
a semblance was formed,

a semblance between you & me
a painful one at that
(as if not, was a universal
problem)

where before, jest mattered,

now it is the inverse,

it is the many who bring

howling
laughter,

to the one
over,

exposed.

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