I have seen
carbamides, blood red oils phasing out of yellow solution
the universe of thiodiazapenes
I didnt even go to the doctor
that light through different media
its just the eyes
its still the same
memory- opalescent, reminding of other mineral to
wavy like music or reflections
Im here
brought to you by standing waves
a technology so analogue it seems passe
in the way some are passed over
and there hands, despite what size, spill over into nothings
promise and hope
the universe vibrates at approximately fuck you to them
standing in the wave- familiar odes and want- boredom sundays
sociological classification and time keeping measurements
how they sing
how they beat something false until enough compression slides out like a whistle
and the only difference between the birds and the handed are- the color of shit
no
its the nothings
the way to pick up on nothing
unlike a tuning fork
which we recognize
a receiver, share entire swaths of codon
na na poo poo vacuum cleaner
septic
sad for me
for me
four letters
ratios
and one two three four
except in practice
kin selection and true cruel altruism
no one gets raised up
they keep making those sounds for whatever reason
the next thermodynamic configuration of lightning
and thunder
and thunder
and thunder
and thunder
so many times it had to happen
and promises kept by the sun- it only appears the lightning knew it was there
is the only promise
for as many years
something about nostrils and breath
something about clay
about minerals again
for a period its hard to die
tits wrung, nipples hard and red
feeding cum sunking in between lip and teeth and noises made
ass hole licked out, never talked about, but sounds made during
balls grasped to but never as hard as tits
pencils, fruits, electronic devices inserted and licked off
different from the birds
but that too is an illusion
novelty is not four letters
chyme – the mixture of shit and spunk
is also not
also licked up
also inhaled with sound and fury
signifying everything