You Always Keep Repeating.

You are alone and you are easy.
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You see the history of your life and lineage in your mitochondrial genes, cells, confirming what we suspected: bottleneck, enlargement, plague,vulcanologists from everywhere, studying the site, thinking aren't you a cute disease. Photobucket

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The music is so loud you blink every time there is a drum. Yes, best we heirloom quietly, for we are powerful weak. Overcoat, spread your wings.
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Almost a legend, knots laced with passed-over glass, daddies in pastel suits next to the only surviving witness from a life best spent in big years, dreaming of sliding on your belly.Photobucket
Tough night, wet ink, loose seams. There is plenty of time for nothing and you should volunteer for it. Time allotted is never enough.
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Roll over and tell me you're a sofa, backboned by an old quilt, tied to the notion of design, of pattern, of words so staccato they bang like rats atop the roofs of government embassies, that is, without regard for what those below will try to assume you are: harmless and preoccupied, known through your gestures to be true.
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Photobucket The ropey cuisine of another planet awaits you tonight, something freeze-dried and wet just for you, and molded into whatever you want: lids and caps, some beans or rice, coelacanth, but the remains will leave their fossils on your plate.
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Photobucket Memory is like this,patterns already laid out across neurons and blisters,each occasion which follows will fit into that shape,even sans arms or eyelashes,rendered sharp-tongued with bad desire.

Complicity Sounds LIke A Woman's Name

...yet compliance sounds like the name of a machine that washes, erases, destroys.

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"Whenever someone makes a 'breakthrough' into honesty, it means not just self-knowledge but knowledge of what others can't see. To be honest in a real, absolute way, is to be almost prophetic, to upset the applecart."
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"Because after all, the applecart is just an endless series of indigestible means and social commitments that are useless and probably shouldn't even be honored."
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"It's futile, pointless conversations and gestures until finally there is nothing left but to die abandoned,..."
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"...treated like a piece of garbage by people in white coats, name tags, and lapel pins who are no more civilized than sanitation workers ... that's what the applecart means to me."
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This was contained in the interview made just three days before they collapsed on Avenue A with a massive and inoperable brain tumor.
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"...and instantly I felt like I'd understood something powerful that had up until then eluded me. "Fassbinder was such an ugly man," I said.
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"That's the real subject of his films: an ugly man who was wanting, looking, longing to be loved."
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This was so elementary, yet unspoken because of course I was ugly too. And the way you took this in, understanding it without any explication, made me realize how everything that's passed between us came back to desire and ugliness; longing and identity.
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