Undo Unmake

But breakfast’s subject beckons: the booster affair effect in Tumblr- land? The digital map surveillance co-sponsor the soccer mom sauce minivan project, relay & speech to cell battery fiasco. Batteries have lives too, reads the cloud script. FML maxims of self-loathing guilt & shame reach into their emptiness. They find, feeding on excrescence derivatives piling up in excess, that death's preferable to that I say so chamber. & from such varied buffets, on the inside, on sublime regions of the in– terior where everyday sound makes in its own grammar – as in, in the style of – subverts that ease, brings pause; regathers fingerprint to tensions suspended as if by cables even though, between sighs ataxia keeping pace without ordered syntax & symbol graft’d to its surface, ciphers eat lines of fir-tree needles. Q botanical fur - Cy Twombly, first Love of Rauschenberg,?caught up in its stitch. Slips emerge in a scene, Allowing language to find body's instrument To hear the dead who live in in it: phone homes to homes are calls back to homes no longer home to hosts. In the a.m. a window red nova thread from bovine breast drips squid ink in a polypropylene bin. No point a point still, none but a collection of outside ofs Whatever set limit; to be as hunger takes each form exchanges of fluids & food to maintain, though phantom, These forms. Children pass comets in public square, parentless parenthesis. What begins in fold or recess means to mean good to friends, to make window instead of transparency, to paint orange-peel textured walls with latex grey, to tape every foot of trim & hang doors, to keep a clean line of sight, to thank the ones who brought one into this, the whatever it is form & stranger still unknown animating it, slow but sometimes with deliberation. The chip man’s on the corner with processors, off-kilter hums come from alleys & from above, not a man- nerism crisp or elegant, ribbons mis-guided in glue’s normative guide– voices adjusted, injuries with long life spans. Successive treatments like going out fishing in a lake unable to hold live animals for a generation. The bets go out anyway, thin necks, brains powerful enough to bring contusion’s combination dark blue depths to bruising with an attention to that man standing still in the middle of an intersection in the middle of a street in New York City.