i'm dying of infinity right

in a dream this giant man emerged
he was made of something significant
when i realized what he was i forgot what he was made of
and he began to look more like flesh

oh is this what we're doing now

What about something angry and inessential
What do we do next I'm talking to you
This is an important social nexus for me
I can't hold a conversation during bodily drift
My exterior dissolves, interior obeying its organization
This the last song, may I or are you your lipstick
I know only two words, soooooooo fragile/lifeless
These muscles are crazy, talking all the time
I need your permission to ask you something

my room is musty and immediate
it is a hot damp twilight
i have had sex in my room but probably never again
one girl left a shirt there, then another
i accidentally mailed both to the same person

fuck this register of language
what am i doing?
the cross-hatched apparatus
i have to open, recreate

my philosophy of slow love seems to be falling apart
i want to become a gently wavering surface tissue

i will satisfy your spine

and among the parallels
a fast-paced nightmare