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I don't like my teeth. I feel they are too small. They give the wrong impression. They mislead. and my nose--it conveys nothing of what I truly am. Come to think of it, my face, taken as a whole, is rather unattractive, and gives the onlooker a very wrong impression of my essence. I won't even go into my torso, or what there is beneath. It's as if someone had quite consciously designed these things in order to conceal me--as if, prior to my every appearance in the world, someone was able to get inside me and fit me with a subtle disguise. I have never fully understood these disguises, let alone been able to remove them. Each night I dream of shaving my head, removing my teeth, my eyes, my tongue, folding my legs up under me, placing my hands behind my back, and covering my skin with ash. It isn't so much that I want you to see me as horrific-- as the final figure in a dream of this kind. No, I want you to see me as no different from yourself--I want you to see that I am, like you, mostly just the dream itself, that slow brutal vanity wherein the deft dissembling of disguises is as constant as it is unprecedented. I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4robot chicken: cuddles
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I will turn on nothing. I will take my walk in the fire. I will sing the song I hear coming from the fire where I walk. I will not look into the fire. I will stay in my room, singing a song I can barely remember. I will turn into the fire. I will sing a song I can barely remember. I will bury my room in my bed and carry my bed into the fire. I will not hear the song at all there will be my voice, just my voice, and words that could never have been in the song.

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letter to wendy 239

So many minor procedures at once--I don't know how your employees maintain their delightful sheen. It's as though there is something in them that yearns for this challenge, juggling more, juggling fas...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 21:43:00 GMT

letter to wendy 238

I refuse to entertain, as I have said, the simplistic notion of the visit itself. To entertain such an idea is to assume a historical scene wherein images are definite and definitely affixed to real s...
Posted by on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 21:41:00 GMT

letter to wendy 237

I like to think that, deep down, we're all surgeons. And not just any surgeons, but surgeons on a doomed airship. That is, there are grounds for postponing surger, and we all know it. We know it, but ...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Aug 2007 21:39:00 GMT

letter to wendy 236

Bulging foray--interrupted!!! If it please the court, stop looking at me. The aborted database exceeds even the least plausible of my faces and the sounds my faces can make. Therein lies the plunder. ...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Aug 2007 21:36:00 GMT

letter to wendy 235

I guess the earth is crusted with what--blood, piss, shit, bone? I like to think of it as eyes and scales piled deep, piled smart enough to bask. Then I feel like I'm headed in the right direction--on...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 21:34:00 GMT

letter to wendy 234

There is no through--this isn't a maze! There's no curtain, no other side. The other side is just a bed-time story for frigid necrophiliacs. It lets them fall back to sleep. It lets them dissociate th...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 18:00:00 GMT

letter to wendy 233

Thought, truly behold, is just anal erotica. Thought is a giant dildo in the dark, working its way into the ass of its beloved, its complex pet. The pet cries out in delight and/or anxiety. The cry va...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 17:58:00 GMT

letter to wendy 232

Negligent eye-keeper, you underestimate me. However much you underfeed me, however many whole days you leave me alone in the cage, however small you make my chance, whatever force you exert toward my ...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Aug 2007 17:57:00 GMT

letter to wendy 231

The bleeders in the horizon somehow procreate, somehow keep up their vegetarian moan. The horizon doesn't bleed--don't let anyone tell you the horizon bleeds. And don't let them tell you we need to "u...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Aug 2007 17:56:00 GMT

letter to wendy 230

Tell us about your visit--WE CARE! Often I have been hesitant to send you my thought; without this unconditional interest of yours, would I have had the courage to bring some of my visits to language?...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Aug 2007 17:54:00 GMT