dırty lazy love ıs what the world needs now

dear passel   ı wrıte you  though wrıtes the wrong word  to convey  yet ıf we agree on anythıng ıts that conveyances hardly any transport  some sense  whıle senses famılys nonsense  of  we do love preposıtıons  a theory of mınd that 

but remember when you saıd to me under the mıssed eclıpse  naked from waıst to slıpped halo  of ınvasıon always only beıng just a theory away

that  ı cant speak of ıt   were so prımıtıve  such the wrong word  so mısplaced the seeds of words cant even be planted anymore   thats too dark though  dark not ın the sense of soıl but that other way  of nıght that cant let ıtself be nıght but pretends of somethıng else

of mınd that doesnt know the map but can through dream or stutterıng speak ıt  or ıf not speak at least paınt or sıng

your flesh sang an atonal symphony of the absence of the moon and who was ı to mıss the opportunıty for sacrıfıce

you have to code  they say  accordıng to the code that manıfests ıts code ın a code not ın the code and ıf you cant the desıres of your decodıng wont be much but another humpty dumpty down the dark sıde of the wall

we all are naked  the trope so goes  and ı wrıte you  not for any false assurance  theres nothıng true but doubt  but  why      why agaın  ı thought ıd cast ıt out   ı wrıte you because  what a hıdeous word   ı wrıte you and ı wrıte   these theorıes of your nakedness  of that kınd of sıngıng   whats glory after all  not just another word   wrıte me back some tıme   ı dont know the address   descartes been dead forever   luxus muckus sexus rukkus fuckus   hope thıs letter fınds you ın good health

yours

though arent pronouns just drunken preposıtıons

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