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LACANIAN INC.

aw hell I am

at a such a great

distance from

this conflict

in the halfawake

uninvolvement

I couldn’t even

pretend to read,

see, I have

amassed this

massive inaccessible

intelligence, better,

knowledge, eminently

translatable in

vocab-sense yet

the syntax

I consider hostile

as it I cannot

occupy, like

walking on a historical

flood—THE—

westernspeaking

(what starts the west up?),

where the guy put

the beastcouples

on the boat, all aboard

the mythosphere,

right?, & what

about all the lonesome

creatures, what about

the poor wet plants?

God was god

mean. Now

we have the imperceptible

cloud, but remember

when your hard-

drive crashed

& all you had

was, like, blasted

into the nowhere

from which

Already this thing

is exhausting, the mere

weak endeavor alone:

packaged in this eyeball

trimeter whatever,

if I were you

I wouldn’t have

come this far. Maybe

bathysphere would

have been funnier.

Should it instruct

or delight. Brrr.

I’m a little chilly—

let’s do this

in the sun. Not

bad, though I have

to squint. So that

shall be my platinum

leash. And that

shall make me free

to articulate my business

in a practicable manner.

All I am

is early into

the obviousness

of my 3rd trimester,

squinting, autobio-

graphically. Wouldn’t it

be nicer to upgrade

the interface?

A lighter legtop?

Artists like apples

because they restrict

creativity, thus allowing

more. Can’t beat that.

Give me small

holes to blow through.

Also, the matter of the sexy

titanium compact. The matter

of matter being “sexy.”

The matter we call matter

but is not what is the matter

with what is. I am

not an artist,

I just like to type.

Kidney dialysis/dream analysis.

Urges, negations,

substitutions:

One word

for another: that is

the formula

for the metaphor,

but I prefer failure

in all its

dangling

permanent permutations,

prefer saltwater

to water, the way

it goes liable

for life, yet it cannot

solve this global

drought. Yet it cannot

solve its steady rise,

the effacement of all

beyond taxonomy.

I prefer it molecularly,

this H₂O, this NaCl, not the drought itself,

not what this human

blood has done & does do.