reading an interview with Kay Gabriel on Salvage by Jordy Rosenberg.
like a very bad human being. like a very bad human being stumping down on bugs, slipping on rain, gushing out simulated streams of response being the reason but only in my head, such narrow sight as if glass-made she bends towards heat as if there was only one source of it a singularity so easy to get used to loving is no channel radiating spherically, circling around your tits gushing indeed like a very bad human being the bad could become a bed easily too much exists only in its centrality like move yourself off the point, private dance if invited you knew this long ago but at times it takes a Persian prince to dig it all out again an ancient trajectory after all lived one summer already because to multiply is so fucking amazing
Are you okay? can actually be a question.
Stolen bags, stolen bottles,
Unhinged.
competent person, able to monologue in an interesting manner (as in you don't mind). honest, harsh, excited. a piercing personality. radiant. printing out in small sizes to edit the order of text.