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XXI.nothing white flower in autumn half a year amounts to nothingnothing bursts half a year on the cactus flower what are these nothingnothing good riddance that cactus why do you ask nothingnothing if you ask me what are these dreams amount to nothingnothing good riddance white flower in autumn

I was seated in a clean, high-tech restaurant very different from Saigon, the Vietnamese restaurant two floors beneath my loft on Grand Street. … Bare white walls instead of painted palm fronds, pink linen tablecloths with laundry creases. The waiter handed me a long stiff folded white menu printed with the

XX.do you see the bird cross the path the rainbow on the cup the chainsaw behind the curtain the thin boy the screw perilous bridge the leaping heart the choice of many the flare of absolute conviction the style of noone but yourself the slouching police the distracted mother

Old gods do die, and new gods do appear. — Under Tiberius, Nick Tosches, 2015, p. 34 I delivered my words with poetic grace and force, a single line in the dactylic hexameter of Homer, ending with an ancipital foot … It was … the rhythm and not the meaning of these simple

XIX.Karen says Old History NowI only care about the present well three thingsat this timein this lightwe can sayin Deleuze on Foucault places things in reverse orderfriends dowe can say one can say it is said at this time to say on the limitof the sayableand in light of

XVIII.the tongue coils across the beach you can see its patterncan you 17 thousand bucks just to put the two pipes togetherlicks insiderim of the bay and at another juncture the tongue curls around can you do it like thisyou can scream if you want tobut you cannot change