cut-up excersize

Drink thought, urge body off circle, circulation disclosed to be close enough for comfort. Psychiatric visions of prostatic break-downs on the mantle. Piercing photographic layaways of limbs. Climbing mayhem. Telling stories from sorts, and over sores. Tearing muscles into bones. Washed treading

“The question often asked of the heart is here asked again. Whence this rhythm, whence these hearings, wince these waves that on occasion swell to billows? Is it the regulation all within the parts that deal with breathing?”

The skill-less sink, fortune handcuffs against the outline of a cycling thought. Carried from sight to side shot. Colorful mixed giving’s promised to hierarchies, redirect into blisters by glazed skin. Sough this premise.

“In that next breath of that old sinner caught at last, order”

Such low whip intensity, caught by tape.

“Act fits to act, part fits to part, the total creature fits the total world.”

Mixing vessels, rain written in lower case. To be exposed, to filled floor path way to excess. Can’t hold clarity, caught between a balance of conversion.

“Known and unknown keep regulated this highly regulated force.”

Rising orthopedic function. Sat-down and cooled-off. Sight of motion, picking up broken lines, sticking sharply from broken doorways, meditations of lack. Visions of uninspired pressings. Corners leading to outside, bubbles taking rocks, circled by the odorless form. Dumping -cycle grounds.

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