Cat fight during
coitus
Its real but i’ll not
say.
Oh quid pro quo, fuck
you right back!
Feeling fabulous!
Snap
I’m quite fancy and
silently think:
Spunk Bucket,
During
Fancy fancy...
‘‘Would you like to
be inside of me?"
How could i refuse?
Now that, sister, is
a lady!
Acquiescence?
Acquiescence is the
word-touch-to-touch you
How else to bring
stars to the bow?
To swill is to spunk
bucket is acquiescence and acquiescence has the luminosity of silver sequins
transfigured to tongue.
Is to is is to sWill.
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After notes on above text:
Not unlike recording a dream, i receive similar joy from automatic drawing/painting/writing. It feels like i am feeding from my centre, that is creating some sort of circularity between myself and whatever immateria co-operates. Here I present a ‘capture’ of a potential automatic method in its nascency. When practising attention to personal monologues noted was that often enough the ‘i’ splits and i feel I shrink or regress in order to be in dialogue with whatever else.
So much so that this small placid voice seems not at all to be my person; a process of acquiescence that seems a necessary pre-exquisite to these explorations. It begins
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After notes on above text:
Not unlike recording a dream, i receive similar joy from automatic drawing/painting/writing. It feels like i am feeding from my centre, that is creating some sort of circularity between myself and whatever immateria co-operates. Here I present a ‘capture’ of a potential automatic method in its nascency. When practising attention to personal monologues noted was that often enough the ‘i’ splits and i feel I shrink or regress in order to be in dialogue with whatever else.
So much so that this small placid voice seems not at all to be my person; a process of acquiescence that seems a necessary pre-exquisite to these explorations. It begins
between two. And
along the way regularly employed, in order to channel and be
receptive to the
conversational is an oscillation between the strategic coyness of a child and
the knowing voice of an elder. Maybe a hide and seek. Always trusted. But also
this splitting can employ on certain occasions a sexed flirtation between the
invisible two. When dancing alone who is it we dance for?
Izzy being in heat and presenting the lordosis position in all its defiance becomes sign, or tying point, for this re-direction of my attempts to free-associate. So locutions through lordosis? Meow!
Spectral are those moments where I am aware of myself as the space that houses such conversation. the crescendo seems to manifest in a single voice with all the ferocity of an impulse. As if ‘all of a sudden’, ‘out of the blue’. Force becoming conscious of itself as force? and just the confidence to speak.
Izzy being in heat and presenting the lordosis position in all its defiance becomes sign, or tying point, for this re-direction of my attempts to free-associate. So locutions through lordosis? Meow!
Spectral are those moments where I am aware of myself as the space that houses such conversation. the crescendo seems to manifest in a single voice with all the ferocity of an impulse. As if ‘all of a sudden’, ‘out of the blue’. Force becoming conscious of itself as force? and just the confidence to speak.
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