An Outline for an Abandoned Project

Touch Me. I want you to.

Devour me. I need you to.


The initiation of desire, mixed with ignorance for the thing.
And what you get:

A bedsheet bloodied, paraded through the streets.
Singin' "Hail, Hail the gangs all Here"

Becomes a fight for control. Stolen body parts engraved with emotions that are not of the wearer. Taken by force, without permission, and twisted to another's sordid ends. The coercion to take part in another’s misconceptions becomes an enviable trait,



Empathy.


I am so ashamed.


And turn inwards.
Dejection leading to
The rejection of the senses, the desire of what was before
Cast out and denied.


It was mine once.
But not anymore.


The closure of reconciliation...
Some things can never be forgiven
While there are others that must in order to get to the next...



Power Up.



By distractions. Let the subconscious ruminate whilst the rest of the mind and body is


Alienated


Assimilation occurs only after the truisms of abject isolationism are perfected, reached into, turned around on, denied as unacceptable, then swallowed like a horse pill with no water.




Painful.


"Have you read any Heidegger lately?"

No. Just a part in a book I translated from the German. The original inception was intended to be difficult.

Now, it's a copy of a copy of a copy. Becoming what you now have here.


Before you, I was a better person.


The addition of generations is what keeps the species alive long after the page is decayed and rotten.

I think I'm going to focus on the taste of aspirin and the shape of a handkerchief in the hand at a train station.


Afterwards,


I am a business card at the back, in an envelope inscribed
"Take a piece with you. Because I don't want it any longer."