living curriculae & the rise of biomechanics

you probably thought i'd forgotten. ha ha ha ha. well. i'll silkscreen my face on your things. sometime i'll remember not to leave this place, this means of being. there was some brink back there, a way i thought of fall & evening & you -

there - i know no longer. we are the sweet machines with some pretty machinations for our galleys. o, i'm rowing onward but i think we're in different boats here. if we're chained together the links are lengthening & more importantly i think - we've snagged an anchor. i am always hungry these days, metabolising the fast action of our weaponry, our slick silent arsenal. this love burns like drugs: after a week in the mind, echoes: the deja vu perhaps just a slow reach of data to parts of the brain or - that seizing up of the temporal lobe, a stumble. that blood is not mine.

i think our pulses are not so synchronous: do you have the fear, dear one? i'm cutting my hair & slowly going blind here. when was the last time you cut your fingernails? i'd give you mine but they're all ragged, some nervous habits to go with my cigarettes & my insomnia & the singe of flesh beneath metal. i can't help it that he&i keep breaking things: we're twinned destroyers, chimera feeding on those insecurities. our falsity is truth. hush: we've found a new game, but that doesn't mean i've forgotten. i'll twitch away & run the seduction against some other grain.

probably you're safe, your skirts&boots& clever eyes. probably we're all safe from the processing power i've got all fans turned on & will settle, will stop running some functions, may offer a hug instead of - some other thing -