I want the words I write as lipids circulate in my blood. Thick words, capricious, spitting with their riot every beat of my heart. Words stuck to any channel by which they were issued. Words will be stored until needed and actually do, then, is metabolized in all organisms exposed to them. Thick would be words, words that the children retire to the edge of the plates with the tip of the knife.
much I would have the power, my words, separating the child from the man.
I have to settle for undressed, however. My actions always leave a trace, in everything I play. It's my way of marking territory, is how I learned to make love to swallow the smoke, fear for everything and everyone. And so I leave evidence. Some traces common patterns that I can recognize without ending never believe what I'm seeing. And my words will be useful to anyone, and will be broken and weak pulse. But children may retire at the edge of the plates, and the flesh wound along the edge of their knives is my flesh. My flesh against yours. I am unable to get much further, that's the truth.
much I would have the power, my words, separating the child from the man.
I have to settle for undressed, however. My actions always leave a trace, in everything I play. It's my way of marking territory, is how I learned to make love to swallow the smoke, fear for everything and everyone. And so I leave evidence. Some traces common patterns that I can recognize without ending never believe what I'm seeing. And my words will be useful to anyone, and will be broken and weak pulse. But children may retire at the edge of the plates, and the flesh wound along the edge of their knives is my flesh. My flesh against yours. I am unable to get much further, that's the truth.
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