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March 19, 2013
Threads fray for the reassembly, our reconnection fires how it cannot be but something other than what it cannot be but how it might or how it might not; our arrangement decides itself on the cresting wave, presaging a tsunami of overwhelming humor and delight. Being swept away on its bite digging down the meat that simmers on the barbecue we made in the room we keep for our own erotic undoing, that which devolves in head by the heat made supple for our pleasure only means what it strives to mean, then by absolute gestures is wholly made clear.