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'Done With The Judgement Of God'

Autoerotic asphyxiation flaming streaming ropes of fire through

fizzing air headfull quivering head shimmering dancing neutrinos:

Air supporting jet aircraft & a juddering king snake coiled

ecstatic punch from the back of an accelerated throat:

The last ground beyond dimension seething itself immanent plane

planck strings singing popping implosions; at outer

edgeless rims unending finitude immense productions of explosions:

Working hands work air shape metal wood mud broken &

bruised caress clit vulva cock investigate arsehole &

run lines of shivering velvet through spinal valleys:

Crunching light exponential expansion now I & we &

criminal joy pushing & opening lines out:

Resonance vibration screeching love flight adrenalin lager

bottles green red shining traffic gape inflation breath & shivering

fucking brilliant staggering laughter against bosses’ bullshit:

Clapham Common 23:57:37

Richard Wilson's 20:50

'Stupidity Is A Form Of Oppression'

 Foreshortening

                        The cocked walk shrivelled on YouTube is the

         violence inherent in the state drawn along a long line, a wretched trajectory

dropped down a black hole, solipsism and spectacular repression Obedience

to the transcendent short-circuits thought, responsive engagement;

is nihilism

harrows living bodies

Stupidity contra stupidity in service

in service

harrows a living body and a living body and a living body

a living body that does not comply

living bodies foreshortened in service stupefied in service cracked down

fuddled stunned and staggered

cramped &

broken &

anesthetised

Sarah

Earth 1

From 'Here' - 40 & 41

40.

Giving a gift not ‘our’ time gladly dutiful and neglectful of him with love and longing lingering swirls haptic palpable locomotive through our hair she takes all the staggering nights.

41.

Happened the like when hole heart sources determine of galaxies it what off late her radar ratsick space feeling universe discovery her pain left waves his more not numerous break.

From 'Here' - 36 & 38

36.

Bring some money in love when you come

           Morning light stuns

                     shining curls billowing city steam

         over towerblocks

She sleeps  sleeping    a hole in the side

         like Christ

         though to give the quickening breath not end it.

No mad morning pre-mourning but

a threat still swirls dimly, a soft mist

shading a stunning winter’s morning sun.

38.

Though end stunning a mad sleeps hole in

            Sleeping but sun

                     morning threat quickening dimly it

         winters pre-mourning.

Give Christ  stunning    soft a still love when

         come not

         bring but a billowing light a some threat.

Mist you shading towerblocks a

swirls some a when money, mad no a

city side over shining morning steam.