Pissing Rain in Spain Delusional Variations in Excremental Splendor

Essays as Fiction/Poetic Holy Oil and The Hideous Insidious Perfidious Sublime

01 Inextricability & The Ludicrous v1.5

In want of bravery — aspects of desire, inextricably tucked in the brain, even devoutly engrained, often launch into indirection, as an ambit of pastiche. As if somehow to distance the threading visions from a wild fear of addressing itself as legitimate. Fear and loathing would…

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02 Spiders From Mars v1.2

Jumper Evils Jill the Puddle Jumper — races after epiphanies — a defender of splendor, with a spoon for the moon. Shadows fetch through darkness after strains of ugliness, wistful and yearning, incessantly for incarnate species of beauty. Any which way. Curiosity trembled with a tyranny…

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Aw Hell

12.18.19 Occasionally writing is glorious for me, I find that astonishing. And intriguing where it goes and how it muses its way there. Speed reading Beckett in French, new affection for Beckett again! in a way thats right on top of what I am doing, with…

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Bobbing Blue

1.1.19 Last Catch Sickly Bit? The heart was corrupted again with delicious goods, goods that bob in the blue. But everything is a haze now, snug in a silence, a sweet meltdown of the beautiful travesty. Reading L’Innommable (in french) is heavenly corruption too, the thing…

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Body of Hate

Small defiant ludicrous. Nobody seems to like that. But there is something here we love. The worst it gets the worst we love it.  Keep on cooking for the holy books.  There’s a foot there caught in trap, in jaw of trap, turns into a well,…

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Cake Walk

Argy bargy going on here between alley gaters and turtle is is is — like a theme park water whirled of passing wind — a lovely racket billy bob says. About ? projecting beauty on surface as a condition of faith. All the while being mined…

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canvas dante

Hillock animator Also started 6.7. Requires more work. Thank you thank you for frame. Kind words. emerged to inebriate let her fingers over here. Jets is missing mine. Canvas dante mouth be thrown advance mold suspended ending continuously or. Yes no, turning and chewing wills to…

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Climax and The Horizon

Athwarts Division V5 Fancy chancy. Step by step. Doing undoing, aching forsaking. Neediness for day lights, wake up wake up, call call call. With LiLu LeSuere it was always urgent. Sun burning repetitiously up against sweet delusions of hell. Moils bunnies in their box, screamers screamers,…

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Concerning Uncertainties

Uncertainties intoxicate. Also started 6.6, probably will rename, a few more tucks and nips. Thank you forever. Tremble and it turns pale. There. There everywhere. Crackling and the deep. Unexplainable disavowal no begging, slept restlessly. Deep one crackling peer a mid carved window thirsty for you….

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Day Tripper

12.3 Go Willingly Head feels slightly elephantitis. That big fat empty. This always happens when sit on edge of something that then isnt a dream anymore but a doing thing. The wayside pulls up, as mechanic was tinkering, and empties of my precious evil art upon…

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Desert Stormy v3

New formula pursuing with a purpose. First pursue “bones” underneath, however dense or hit up against rhyme, whatever angels, auditors or chars pop out — Let them come knocking, let them in as find. All will bare aspects cliche but pay no mind. Just accept it…

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Dribs & Dabs

3.8.20 Vampire Verity Vampire Logic started out as a closet with drawers that began to fill up with char — Cinder magic built, to have somewhere safety from blood on the walls — Then it turns into a lodge of sorts — The Vampire Lodge? Velvet…

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Fat and All That

Play Kay drunk from The Wills. This is a Free Writing Run On on top of another that received as an open cut. Its a composit of questions, sessions, and “chars” am presently working on. Chars are not characters, but angelic frisbees of the bodyless carnates….

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Feminime Jouissance

Exchange of extensions. So valuable. I am sad. I am glad. I am bad. New char called Leatherette, my lovely leatherette, stubborn, defiant, but chummy too yummy gummy often stumped — but not (and this is important) frantic. Char Lotta is now proclaiming wants to do…

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Flower Drum Song

Couple of months of sheer underwear heaven, she says to herself over and over. Underwear heaven is a new sobriquet for The Badlands. She loved The Badlands. The freedom there to persist as chimera of beauty (and longing): as resilience itself, as question mark, as yearning,…

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Flying Nun

Claudine – Falling in love. Transference. From Thought to Language. When topics are love and love appears as a beyond hope – there is no reality, shadows as orbital, incurs calibration with transference, otherness, occultation, the ecliptic, subject itself as language of death. Claudine is a:…

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Is It Hell?

1.6.20 V2 Something keeps on reaching out anyway. Reading signs — in the emptying sand, weaves shadows into meaning, and comes alive, at stunning visual distances. Lives for it, loves for it. Something irreparable keeps me there. Searching for surface of love. But what, what am…

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Ixion at rest

So much in there cannot breath. But breathless is joy climbing up and down at once. Va and vient. Out on rafters where bats cuddle upside down heats up fur and feather. Clirice outcome at pleasure pumps for a beautiful dump is a part of Constance…

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Land a Lake

Naked Lunch Break Have to take a break? From the “squander/plunder” bunny — on insta. Keep on falling into bunny holes. This always happens. Can’t see anything past the litter bugging. When going on. Absorbs my full attention. The free writing is a water fall. Except…

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Last Kiss

Last kisses turn buck shy, then grow suddenly fetid ferocious, then lapse into feeling free, what breaks the heart preserves it, too. Tin can eyes and art made of string. The archangel like a pumpkin is back in my bones like values and tools and jewels…

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Love, Timidity & Impudence

V4.2 Coming together finally. Visibility & Collapse How, in lurching waves of splendor, moony loony lude defiant, and supplicating, got caught in a struggle with death, with distance and blankness – Caught in a dire form of dread, where present tense seamlessly disappears, insensibly vanishes into…

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Making the Cut

Drowning — drowning in Beckett. Its lovely its something I do. Letting others output consume — in utter “outright” titillation as flume of delusional revelry. Swim in swamp loner pudding where Beckett scrapes, combs, scrutinizes, intermediates… He is a hunter too — he basks in it,…

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New Sht

Have four new ones did from latest cutters. Few changes still needed but basically work. Anticipating doing more. Finding it VERY VERY HELPFUL settling things down. Thank you. Calming everything down and yet working my way through. I dont want to create disruptions that disorient or…

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Orbits Gum

Go looking for it. Orbits. Trenches devour the holy with mm, goal foal stole roll hole mole change out squill fill hill bill chill always until. Its planted in a garden of symp toe Matt holy toss before hearth of cramp damp amp hamp lamp. Rhymin…

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Pastiche vs. Gothic Grotesque

Aposematism The gothic grotesque grows out of graven images that are aposematic, aposematic is about averting evil (word used for particular animal behavior that seeks to avert “evil” by appearing toxic or dangerous, a predatory appearing motif that is actually protectionary). Pastiche can be a play…

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Sickness Intercedes

Eek Angels 12.14.19 3rd draft No writing for days due to bad cold very bad — body is language suddenly tied to its tyranny. All that beautiful flinging whole hog at rug beneath the waves — wattles of work and etudier — and cold slams me…

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Splash and Spill of Sacred Moil

adventures in note taking I got “abandoned” to frank and alice, Jael says. Jael is currently the note taker. Language of abandoning syndromes – to freak whims of nature. I let him out here. Oh thank fully. One knows it functions as fiction. Have new custom…

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Symptoms of Idiomatic Sublimation –

Actions Lucy Argues with Wally over making up Plays on Symptoms of Idiomatic Sublimation, Heavy Froth, Torch, and Lure for a Cure.  Am ordering books on Stage Managment and and a thesaurus for theatre on Actions. But thoughts themselves come in drunken waves, Mur and Slur,…

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Taking Temp (byby baby fat)

Canals for clay, taste baste Writers that create around them circles. They are for me like a ring of fire and stones. Thank you — for fat for rebus!!! And for extending me holme/s multiaxial cone, a Pisa between us, to relapse relieve rethink rezone. laid…

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The Drain Bandit

Camisole de Force Dribble, these puddles, I see them as puddles, puddles that grow fish, fish become bruised and rapture ruptured — heavenly strained — therebeit granularized, the sky that pie and fry. Weep scorn and sizzle ! When mention becoming human, all suddenly flips, suddenly…

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Thirsty Critters

Fashion thing. I must have la belle, beauty. She coexists as a monster of wonder and darkness. Horror tears her apart as a demon with wings. La Belle is a mechanism for creating fundamental relationship with honor and death?  When beauty is lost in the dysentery, beauty hiding out…

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Throwing the Board

My Turn Guess it was my turn to throw the board. My turn for Fury to erupt. Mantra from The East, repeats and repeats, its nothing its nothing, thats its all in my head – composed to the addle of beautiful minds. I dont think other…

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To be and not

A bloom of negative love ?? love destroys me poetry toils and soils one can get lost in waves of destruction as a blessed feat of thwart beauty, angst is a hoarder, in order to have it – at all ?? withhold as a behavior seeking…

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Undead As 4th Gender

Tons of stuff here but its such a mess. And somewhere at bottom is occurring an argument about “raising” fiction. Clarice is arguing with Agnes and Agnes is losing? Agnes represents curiosity and reference to traditionally embedded ways of approaching fiction. Clarice breaks free from that…

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Up to Nothing and More

Cling of Sling Cling of Sling is in part part of an adoration fascination with god, love, resurrection, spirit — an intrigue with synchronicities and opposites hanging like a feather clipped to a bridge. Piss Art book is pastiche. Starting Version 3 — expanding. A revolution…

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Vampire Logic

Best thing about vampire logic — That they share needles? drink blood? that they come alive at night — Forever and ever lurks for blood, that mad desire of the eternal, to bite into neck of life and yet: never die — no, once bit bit…

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