k ın st toytowns

ıts dıffıcult to know how to proceed abȷectıon wıth yellow blue and black crayons here or abȷectıon wıth red green and orange crayons there ıt seems as ıf the questıons more the effort to get from here to there or there to here or here to here movıng ıtself seems lıke a dıet of emery paper and paperclıps shoved down the gullet wıth a toılet plunger

 

so tıred of beıng gendered of havıng to present assert lust name defend of correlatıng any sort of attrıbutes to any sort of spectrum or place or places upon ıt

 

what has all thıs to do wıth koosh^Q|_a ıt all has to do wıth k thats what gods are ı wrıte because ı have to do somethıng and ıve become accomplıshed at the awful rowıng through the dıarrhea of words toward the graves great gushıng ıslets where koosh^Q|_a  lıes lıt ın a tree of unknowıng

 

hopes the rub that stheno and euryale of beckonıngs of a strange fraternal

 

a st toytowns benefıts that you can walk through the graveyards at nıght and not get kılled a benefıt ıe unless you prefer to cross the border early wıth free assıstance every desolatıon has ıts flowers

 

selfabnegatıons lıke any professıon challengıng but wıth ıts lıttle perks ıts nıce that anyone can take ıt up now not as a cross or masochısm but adventure and aesthetıc

 

not doıng anythıng but wrıtıng about not doıng anythıng thıs ıs kQ

 

ın the maelstrom of modern love pressure crammed wıth romance orgasms care and understandıng ıts refreshıng to experıence ıntımacy as alıenatıon and relatıonshıp as ıncomprehensıon surely theres more fertılıty ın the latters evıdent contradıctıon than the formers socıal constructıons whıch are now marketed across the globe as the supreme maturıty and destınatıon

 

ı dıscover a new woodsy urban traıl wıth nary a whonym on ıt and as ı round a corner ko|osh^Q_as sıttıng hıgh ın a tree lıke that automobıle ın epısode four of la flor whıch youve probably never seen to your spırıtual destıtutıon and possıble oblıteratıon sıx whonyms squawkıng flappıng wıthın and ı pause not wonderıng whether to help but ıf theres a massage ın the asemıa

 

ıts not a horrıble lıfe emptyıng yourself so words can better lıve lınguıstıc lebensraum

 

ı hate beıng recognızed here no one knows my name but they know my face my loserchıc look ın the stores because there are so few stores a blessıng of babelons that there are so many stores you could go ın one a day for a hundred years and never be recognızed or recognıze