earing, shelled

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of squamish

hearing’s marrow she says unsure whether the reminiscence of the thought on her propreantepenultimate anniversary of that randomly recurring reflection on an empty beach somewhere west of habana with the scratched moped to the side like aborted tagliolini tempestine rigati di sfoglia alla doppia ziti bucati corni under a putrescent sun and with nothing of time’s lines but a slowly shifting eigengrau breach in the sand from a limb fallen from a category 19 derecho hypercane around the geographically distant demise of miss vyvyin m lizodoter of jeffvanderlou at the dirty hands of chris oaks unction son of white male amerikan human christian capitalist supremacists and a derelict and wretched god returns now of all moments – or is it mallow? – this tincture of inconvenience as he gestures toward the music faculty as if it were some misplaced capacity for obscure syntheses of attributes exotonal, ecophagous pads through the memories of the design of an rfid doorflap like a donskoy on its way to stooped friendships, electromagnetic, gloomy, written only if (but is this italicized?) at all on texts in dreams of marginally estranged siblings who once, loitering in the circumferences of childhood, played to tinkles of lewd and liminally innocent joy

he doesn’t hear her, he doesn’t hear like an ogdoadic safari and the attunements of a strange semolina counter cult above vulnerable penguinaria soothe in a manner not unlike the affects of pantry maid tiolla as she removes her apron before a malvaceous mirror and under nothing but stratified squamous epithelium and mammaries just moments prior forming a lush gorge around the member of a member of congress, a member of congress. she likes it this way, his ears functioning as decorations having as much utility as mavli during a nunavut ursus maritimus attack though she sometimes – frequently on class iii saint days on the liturgical calendar of the melanesian episcopalians when the eucharist’s sung – takes his ear into her carrucho like a hermit crab and kneads it like a pearl at statal spectacles where presidents and their requisites wraith in inane protocol, extravagancies grieved, for what is speaking but nothing comprehensible but an uncanny undressing on infinite deserts not of grains of sand but ears, ears like his connecting not to any hearing but an evincing of gestures to inconvenient faculties but says and i say (and this saying with italics says) marrow not for instance for any effect and this not just because i know it won’t but more for what we might call a kind of equidistant irresistance, what alienoptera might desist if hearing were another thing

he doesn’t hear her, he doesn’t hear like an ecophagous motbot on its way to clubbing all the cokebrains in the spothots, his gesturing to aural facultatem unlike what she thinks not some autistic hapax cheiromenon but a forgotten spongebob genuflex and he says i go south, i go south and i do not stop and i do not go north and i ride the that which rolls and i go south. but she feels he speaks more authentically of that time in uluvaän when his ear stuckifies in yonder carrucho and doktor laura comes from lauwiliwilinukunukuʻoiʻoi to chuffle the ninth disorder of prusten temps perdu coaching his stuckification out with sanctæ snegdus papar tractatus sídhe tnugdali and bubbi softness; it pops with great poppings and presto punctilium! her carrucho can hear

and this is a story we know of her carrucho

opening less to his nonhearing than its

hearing, less to any

listening of the

ear and more of the

conch

we migrate from configuration to configuration of earlessness

on proprioceptive lysergic travolators         mutter to derealities of glom

sadoo would like to thank and does the 43human council

of squamish

(bella carrucho)

including its

head cockswain

baggage smasher

probate rep

field durmish

we particularly pritz out the

assistant nibling

for being such a frullip