Monthly Archives: September 2014

I time repetitions of my shifting body, as it looks for an ergonomic utopia, which is mere illusional safety from neurotic apprehension, and I honor the ripened ballistic form, that she uses wisely, by inciting comparable artistic offensives, yet I breathe quicker in it’s proximity, and I try laundering their only survival games, but I frown upon image attachments, while I tighten my grip on everything at random, and I sort through jigsawed pieces of her mentality, but I check on archival footage, and I demolish lubricated excuses in this horrific task of signifying love.