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& she said: keep busy, my child. if you entertain yourself you'll never go awry. but you'll go away, o yes, sloshed on the wind. the self tethered to itself though always already - to your origin. amid lots of false, a set of binary stars: shuriken, red velvet, his chromed constellation, some winking tarot. we tell jokes about the fun we used to have. you know i'm not talking about this us, though, yes?/overflow from other rooms of the mind; my mansion's bleeding, schemata crumpled all around. blast. a slick rain fell in the night, the only free car wash in california. ha ha ha ha. very, very cold here to be smoking alone. not accusation/no causality/

today in a town where the sky opened up wide & it wasn't raining but over on the mountains o! the clouds bunched up together - that's where i'm from - a burned-out boarded-up theater, six hundred block, a nice day it was & very quiet, except for the pigeons flapping up, startled, out from behind the sign the old name peeling - & i thought, don't shit on me, you asshole. said: make a difference said: what f? i agreed.

see? falling out of my own self-reflexive well; well, i realized anyway what it does to you, & i more bored than tired now, occupy with letter-writing to distant stations & imagined histories, cover letters. there's a job: a heraldic trajectory, my name sprayed all over it, trail of last night's beer & cigarette ends & photographic paper. who knew? all along

our shoreline, carved spine, shipwreck: masthead, wretched treatise. that's not your responsibility. that thing i said about business? i work for fun, practice alchemy on the side, take phone calls. less smart but i breathe easier some nights, let the microfilm play out on its own without pausing to print.