LOVEABOVEALL/LOVE IS NOT ALL

Mystique as no other

sequence of sensations

the experience of dirt

caressed into eruption

bed of a rose petals'

tactile aromatic sight

pleased, complete

at once, flees memory

On your face: that background

On all ours: boot treading

That iconic National Socialist

imposition, beside a lavender or pink triangle

bespeaks and defaces history

they perverted their perverts

any foreground or starshapes, foresaken

Leave :30 on your atomic clock

in relief some

number of stripes

straddled by an AK-47 silhouette

dead-center on your plane

atop, in block: 'DEFEND EQUALITY'

No. But...

I will not raise arms for you,

not for me 

I will rise with the confidence

projected and indicted by your endurance 

justifying not my existence, but a dogged presence... sorties by the brazen frail

campaign of polyglots

passing by downlow

ethereal phrasings pantomimed are time

intending a consequence, no truth:

of the graphite-sucking fossils

eternity in a textbook's leaves

arteries of understanding

how I look

in the pit, a smiler

In a tripped-wire grave

by which conveyance, rhymeless spells evade accountability except by this very, and every

effort culminating in and dwarfed

by the occasion of fated intersections

You are a beautiful

The world decides enough

Your body chooses you

Love is not all

American Republicans and their ilk need to get off trannies' dicks. Take your mind off of human beings pissing and shitting. Get your government the hell out of our laps, those eyes tumbling all over titillating curves you clamour to address, then elect to ostracise and prosecute.

Right-wingers want to know what every person has got going on under clothes, all the time? The forum for that is called onlyfans - one venue, at least, on which you will have to wait for your political targets to attain their eighteenth birthday.

Until then, you try maturing into productive citisens under the glare of such attention unleashed upon the not-insignificant, globally-represented, transgender population. That focus ignores facts that all people are conceived as hermaphrodites and then born and will continue producing estrogen and testosterone, in mutable amounts, throughout their lives.

Please do not forget James Broadnax. Donald Trump wants you to remember him as part of his murder count. Texas wants you to remember him for the counts of murder brought against him for killing a man his cousin killed, when James was a mile away. James was executed for referencing culpability in a rap song.

This man - who expressed his moral evolution in verse, acknowledging his imperfect acts and narrowing his distance from g-d - was murdered by the State to bolster the egos and electability of some in the White House. In fact, almost certainly, politicians will be exploiting this particular terror reign for generations, blaspheming his life and death.

Art is a kind of hiding self.

You call dance into bumbling. in want

privately, quieted whenever aloud, enforce

rarity of the occasioned.  is getting alight now

like he was not already, obviously, and

enduringly so. some of us awake with spittle

crusted on all cheeks. another do not, ever so

deeply as required before R.E.M erupts: one

stirred adjacent solely

to an empiric scatology

That is what will count as care

if it be culled from claws

turning existence into one reason 

worth living for, say iced-tea drunken

nationalists, papparazzi, and illegals

shooting shit on a stoop,

Waken into unrefined steps

into and by day, for which feelings

less bankrupt than some spirit's

unnamed larceny all attentions

permitted - 'how' to tell if a poem

itself legendary for mindless detours

As to what I portend

for glamour:: socialism's ideals

for art: documentary solely

by and to dregs

let to get an angle

on the your play do you accept your effect

Because the eminence

belongs; for It could still happen

How do I master imperfect rays

no less than twin daily liters of water Seven message relays acknowledged

then let them go next exhalation

left alone, decisions are all

might be up to daisy fruit

swelling, never really not at war

never really up to or not

How you live with being

never really up to you

If you pounce, arrived

lean into that sunny

disposition, witness in tremble

ever so flightiily announcing by sparkle

uplifted potency should decolllage employ

of the arrayed there,an assertive 'who am I?' Cranes I get - not not up to us 

guess purposelessness surprises

its mink fabrication is flex and strip meekly promenading here is my clique

slip in some park cock

I only watch to impress

that something eventually can here or a near-adjacent s about to happen - what they are is no test

keeping up a resistamce

if only in the flesh

admonish your monarch

approximate to inference

deferential to an autumn

really wass it

listing a bit much

for solemn reverie

what going gets up to

her first word is recollected

as having to have been 'onion'

that is their story

This passage was photographed for series now called 'I, a door, you', with detail of its text:

Do not go dark

whet towards any light

keeping bright endlesser than

finitudes at bay; and by siezing

a visible transparent stasis

like a stale banquet of ice

columns of the die-in charade

Is it what you want, kelvin

degrees as they separate from

the dreg, its fin

A kind of universal serenades

mind my eternal clamoring

broad, cartoonish, and invalid

as every possible cessation

To a friend, whose are the rose

loyalties to his petal

memory aromatic blown away in season

rotted, thoughtlessly pierced by dewdrops

Yet gratifies sunlit still

Who excels at no less

Than extracting plucky flesh

Denuding their inhibitions

As is done by considerations

Forfeited, irreducible, that can be

Explained. Ear that you

Dare to have hear, will be sawed

Admitting to being as much

I cannot stop.

B Why did you push star

B *Start

They got points and shit

C Stop and start over. 

D It sounds like shit

Patience...

E Patience is my cat's name

F Liar.

G You do not even have a cat

E What is yours

B They say do not stop once you start

C Just stop and fix

Just untangling Shit. They... Fucking hell!

F My what?

G You are stoopid bro

B Shut yr trap

H Smell like it too I bet... shit

Everything smells like it in the city.

I Why this stream sounds scratchy

G Stoopid d=mbf@ck mic

I Like a furball coming up

F Ain't no cat

But I cannot stop or I gain penalty.

C Why did you push start in the first place

B Who is they

Admin Please, must fix audio to your stream

J Hey its Kels, so this is your stream

F But if I had cat, I would call them Master funny wise hat hat

J Gotta fly

E Dumb name

G You lie you would not call your cat that

Admin You stream audio is problem

I Looks like you got pretty shitty job

Lesson here is do not even press start. But, I did. So...

Im'a washer in law firm's dish pit. I have these livestream personas.

Just starting on this platform. Obviously, I am a bot, and I am fucking crazy for having pressed start before I was ready. Before untangling this this this, my mic.

It will sound like shit, anyway - like not just when I sing or whatever. But if I am going to do this, I might as well attempt to do it by the book, at least at first.

Admin Do fix about this audio issue or

J P.S. You look like shit. Get some sleep

J #Still believe in you

Admin You can stop your stream (screenshot)

C I cannot believe he has not fixed his shit

Admin (The screenshot is for being implemented

I just started streaming again, after few years off. In '20 I began watching... scared of showing how we were dealing with all of that year around here. Scared off too many viewers. Then got scared away by all those who kept streaming.

Admin Here (screenshot) for stop your stream or pause

Admin Click now

But guys I cannot take you away from each other

F We do not need you

G We ain't need

G We know where to find you

B You and her really know each other off

Just do not want to be alone in this kitchen. There is something... I must not explain

I Betcha they food prolly tastes like shit

I Oh then your scrubbing, that is why so sweaty

Ok bully bots

C For how long

K How you all can understand im

C watch his lips

L I saw their master plan

Kels, it has been ages!

C How long you doing that

Since 6a.

K Dang long shift

C No I mean in total

K Now tell us about how long your shaft

M Bitch ain't got job

N That's vr ai kitchen fo'sho

C What time is it there

Oh, few months or weeks; I can but do not recall

K What time you off

4. No, today is Diamond's flight. So, Here to close, 12a-ish.

There can be no doubt, at that point these feet will smell like shit.

Eleven days, I been here.

C How long has it been since an order came in, or a server

Or a conquistador, right lOl

K What about your wages

Ages since I seen any

No, seriously. Wages are fair. Not really. But, sufficient. Actually, they are not.

Make over twenty - which, admittedly, is not even living wage in this town.

K Huhs

Barely affording my own place, afternoonly carafes doused with cranberry-dyed rosé... blush-and lipstick-cleanings from shirt lapels, on weekly bases are hella to get out.

Admin Stopping your stream starting

K Hey can you just restart the stream. Your mic untangling is nauseating

E He can but will not

I cannot.

E Yes you can stop your stream

Must not.

Admin Warning: Do not stop your stream or gain these penalties

K Yas if you stop so soon after starting stream you penalty

E Gain penalty?

Whatever it takes to keeping on-screen.

This life ain't no realer. Every nightmare is a dream. Not even me.

Not alive, fading...

Must do no dreamstream. 

K Dudes cakes are a dreamteam. 

See you at homeroom. Just gotta lay atop these mucky tabletop concretions a while for all of it needs cleaning.

My family, we are together. Cue the beat. Bounce your head, baby. Feel it in a body - feel through someone else. This is the edge.

You do not need to be inside skin. Yes, baby, sway. I do not mean to entrance; understand that for me, okay team, that all y'all are refuse, detritus, expectorate as is encoding one character off, dirt to a machine.

But, I like dirt - watching accumulate, disperse.

K Do it or they gonna stop it for you

C This brotha just break into song and shiiiii

N Whoa trippy

O Thought it was just me frfr

P More singing and the lights

Untangling still.

Ugh.

Still?

Q I am going to report him

R Just stop and push stop

S How did you change that background when you was singng

T Nah must been pre-record

U Hey that song was like really beautiful

U *Kinda

C But he is so fucking stupid

R He look stoopid as shit

V Stop this tangled-up-sounding shitshow 

Shut up! Not you all.

Whatever, bye. Stopping.

Your eyes, as you wept another night

reclined so near

cannot get out of my mind

vaguely slutting into

world by which love

wants us to want to feel alone

shared anxiety steels beauty

without grazing memory

we do not have to feel

unless

me trust me

flooding skies for no good

with me too

brings a joy

hopefulness out from

legitimate honesty

together

whenever

from wherever

so enough with the

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