[NetBehaviour] absolutely about death
sondheim at panix.com
Fri Jun 26 01:27:00 CEST 2020
absolutely about death
"if your goal is to live, you'll never know when you've lost;
if your goal is to die, you'll never know when you've won."
Thu Jun 25 00:34:50 EDT 2020 the sso unutterable inconceivable
none. the dead lamp deadlamp is the sun would you know.
inconceivable molcular formations in a billion years. invisible
to everyone. i weep by the shores only now. now. now. Thu Jun 25
00:46:12 EDT 2020 Thu Jun 25 00:47:12 EDT 2020
Thu Jun 25 00:34:50 EDT 2020
falling apart. there are these odd spaces here, the blues. desire
dies when the body does. other bodies come close come close pick up
body carry it to them dissolves redbrown liquid clear fluid pastel.
Thu Jun 25 00:36:13 EDT 2020 chosen as if something has fallen.
there's nothing there, what falls is gravity. do you understand?
what falls is gravity. Thu Jun 25 00:36:56 EDT 2020 your posture
becomes you for a moment that you have always already forgotten.
bones and shards, red dust, murksex dried semen or blood pooled
somewhere a castle singson the plateaus, serrations. uncomfortable
as if no place to sit or stand or die. you ONLY WRYTE about death
when you're alive, she said. you don't even do that then when. Thu
Jun 25 00:38:55 EDT 2020 discomfort for a moment then i'm gone.
nothing remains. my last sight of you. you will move on, see other
things. i will see nothing. not even absence. i cannot imagine
this. sometimes i turn to him or her to say something whisper
speak. sometimes i collapse pray for death. not this half life. not
that half death something complete. then i think: to be alive is to
be completely. in and out top to bottom left to right south to
north. what more or less Thu Jun 25 00:40:51 EDT 2020 i cannot
write death when i have not experienced death. i cannot experience
death and return for welcome news. no news is sorrow news. no news
is always already gone, seeps inside of one like a virus telling
less than clock time. Thu Jun 25 00:42:00 EDT 2020 i cannot stand
this now, only later will you remember this. Thu Jun 25 00:42:15
my tears are soldered to my body Thu Jun 25 00:43:18 EDT 2020
returned as gift for you. the now. no, the Thu Jun 25 00:44:51 EDT
2020 now Thu Jun 25 00:47:19 EDT 2020 Thu Jun 25 00:47:19 EDT 2020
More information about the NetBehaviour