dante 3

I can walk
Its me in those woods. Where are you? have I not seen you.Its the borrowed grapheme. What oral tale ride over this. And now you are bored. No, we won't forage for nothing. THe broken glass. His death, this week, A's yes. Was foreseen. Obscene slipped . No noise into other side.


There're plenty of pitch fork. Here. Not some cute dead trip. Down the escalor of the shite box called Hell.

":ché quello imperador che là sù regna, perch'i' fu' ribellante a la sua legge,non vuol che 'n sua città per me si vegna. because that Emperor who reigns above, since I have been rebellious to His law, will not allow me entry to His city.

The Gangster God reigns tells you about how to be. What to wear. Shes not yer god. Yer a lawless peg in the hole of the universe. Whats that? is she a margin in the book?

Awake Ananke _ aneantissment - french break of egg word. over mouth.
"And in that night I awoke to find myself in a dark and deserted place…"me tryin to read Dante _ He reads me and Doctor Strangelove. I love you the end of the world. Sea laps back to me from her. wave lips.Expiration Bereft__ word of night. Saunter the street of old city before new.Desolate.

"And in that black night I awoke to find myself in a dark and deserted place..."She was flower of the sand and rock. I am Chinese to her eyes. Mushroom. World. When will will the Left return to set Right to right. Then lovers'll speak.

I Ugolino abbaddon by her You. her IF is a Gender of Hulk in the medusa . Air. Sot stomach gut. Dont come here if your face is too pretty .You think i dont know what it means to be a cripple. Ive loved a woman with cancer in her womb. And another with multiple sce..whatever it is. spelling of lover's dates. When I come in your arms, like bridges. We imagine the night. You too the sea swarms around the bottom of your feet.

Is this rictus setting in my garden? A gardenia was her sex. But she was territorial to the land to my hands which spoke to the air. I was nuts, she was premium banannas. We loved air awake night.

" Oscura e profonda era e nebulosa tanto che, per ficcar lo viso a fondo,
io non vi discernea alcuna cosa.

That valley, dark and deep and filled with mist,

is such that, though I gazed into its pit,
I was unable to discern a thing." Unable to discern a thing a thing


Rock turn to ash. Why so ? What hurt is hurtled in to this earth?
this sort of thing never ends . Goes on up and war. Now what things outside again in Eastern Europe./

Ringing in my head & heart words as friction to day talk. Endless movie. Replayed . Cinema of history. Not Oedipus the dead boy which is what whats her name thinks at

brim
Brim with endless self flagellation

. Remind of the time before. Not this dumb era of kiss ass. We are not what we are. I wander her shade. I am the comic death of her womb, her sex is me. I am her phallus brother. She s my brain my face. Come on and hold my break. This schiz is your parlour. we have to find a sentiment to end that war. that way is dead. Broother boring and her war. Her Her and gender bullshite. More of it each time. Is she my body? I have come to her name:

why wait for the atomic bomb? you think its gone. hmm the cold clock 's locked in again...
we
re moving as dead breath .

Ill hold your ego as a fragile egg.
we can hatch a self from there . A promiscuous Generosit.An Allegory of breath pullulating over the seven languages we share.

She left this blog. Why? was anxious we suspect her body 'd tremble reading. What words of work were here seeing her self to see here?