#pylonsobsession

From a Notebook That Burned 16. Silence is not emptiness. It’s just me at full volume without translation.

“I too love everything that flows: rivers, sewers, lava, semen, blood, bile, words, sentences. I love the amniotic fluid when it spills out of the bag. I love the kidney with it’s painful gall-stones, it’s gravel and what-not; I love the urine that pours out scalding and the clap that runs endlessly; I love the words of hysterics and the sentences that flow on like dysentery and mirror all the sick images of the soul...”

“I have no house only a shadow. But whenever you are in need of a shadow, my shadow is yours.”