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PARADISE, SKID ROW, & MARIA BRIEFLY
fatty Aphrodite´s mama--i bend to you... & with sex mad eternity at my vegetable shadow--i, wiping my hands on the horse´s neck--the horse burping & you of the Indiana older brother--he who whips you with his belt & you who does not look for reason to your torture & i want your horizontal tongue--within Reflex--the perfect doom & these cruel nitemares where brickmasons introduce me to hideous connections & Marx brothers grunting NO QUIERO TU SABIDURIA & your thighs be half awake & me so Sick so Sick of these lovers in Biblical roles--"so you´re out to save the world are you? you imposter--you freak! youre a contradiction! youre afraid to admit youre a contradiction! youre misleading! you have big feet & you will step on yourself all the people you mislead will pick you up! you have no answers! you have just found a way to pass your time! without this thing, you would shrivel up & be nothing--you are afraid of being nothing--you are caught up in it--it´s got you!" i am so Sick of Biblical people--they are like castor oil--like rabies & now i wish for Your eyes--you who does not talk any business & supplies my mind with blankness QUIERO TUS OJOS & your laughing & your slavery... there be no drunken risk--i am an intimite Egyptian--say goodbye to the marine
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Sunday, October 4, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
TAKE YOUR TIME, DRINK A LOT, DRINK UP EVERYTHING YOU´VE GOT
I WANT YOU TO KNOW that I am being a very good queen, I spend my days in the sunlight eating mamon, things here are very beautiful, which is why I decided to stay & I promise you this is the place tall tales are made of-----
Playa Roca is falling apart. Yesterday its steps fell into the sea. Tomorrow it will all wash away. Colocho draws volcanos in the sand and explains that sooner or later the ocean will want to take its earth back from the people. I am so far from shore, but I have a soul that loves to swim/when I first went to swim they were pulling a body from the sea/I thought it might be too rough for little me.
The Gambler is from Denmark. He asks me if I like Obama. He has had 11 mojitos and is trying to set a record (he tells me). He tells me that he knows he will die in Vegas, he was born to die in Vegas--the half-hawaiian half-wit interrupts to tell me he built Vegas from the ground up. I have not had anything to drink tonight but I wanted to meet a stranger/he did not appear/the Stranger writes to me that I am shapeshifting/he throws salt at my love.
I expected to be born & beside those that I love & I´m not & I expected to have learnt it by now anyway but I haven't & I feel cheated & used & so I attempt to investigate music & patterns in the universe but right now I am very far from shore, I really do feel foreign sometimes picking wildflowers.
YELLEY, she tells me, has notes, detailed maps, drawings of where she´d been.
"I will transcribe these things to screen, and send them to you."
"Thank you for your time--you´re kind."
Yesterday she calls me & I see her face but the phone line is disconnected. Forgetting that I am very far away, that I am out of my ocean & my vocabulary is much smaller now, I take her face on the screen as an omen that my life is very close at hand/ I feel uncomfortable in such a pragmatic language, with words that express time, that aren´t mine.
XO FURY ANNE
Playa Roca is falling apart. Yesterday its steps fell into the sea. Tomorrow it will all wash away. Colocho draws volcanos in the sand and explains that sooner or later the ocean will want to take its earth back from the people. I am so far from shore, but I have a soul that loves to swim/when I first went to swim they were pulling a body from the sea/I thought it might be too rough for little me.
The Gambler is from Denmark. He asks me if I like Obama. He has had 11 mojitos and is trying to set a record (he tells me). He tells me that he knows he will die in Vegas, he was born to die in Vegas--the half-hawaiian half-wit interrupts to tell me he built Vegas from the ground up. I have not had anything to drink tonight but I wanted to meet a stranger/he did not appear/the Stranger writes to me that I am shapeshifting/he throws salt at my love.
I expected to be born & beside those that I love & I´m not & I expected to have learnt it by now anyway but I haven't & I feel cheated & used & so I attempt to investigate music & patterns in the universe but right now I am very far from shore, I really do feel foreign sometimes picking wildflowers.
YELLEY, she tells me, has notes, detailed maps, drawings of where she´d been.
"I will transcribe these things to screen, and send them to you."
"Thank you for your time--you´re kind."
Yesterday she calls me & I see her face but the phone line is disconnected. Forgetting that I am very far away, that I am out of my ocean & my vocabulary is much smaller now, I take her face on the screen as an omen that my life is very close at hand/ I feel uncomfortable in such a pragmatic language, with words that express time, that aren´t mine.
XO FURY ANNE
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