The Last, if not final, Answer

wrong really. generous arrogant punishing it slipped the looking it new. 

this because of a place in the somewhere of the arenthesis. advance sales

after this is this because a fire extinguisher, my fingers, then my air 

a thief and the look i am just screaming who said i can't escape when seen 

all of these are true lies and were present when what rigid designators exist 

in the question. manipulations as the natural outcome for heads of window)  but 

somewhereas in compulsion. am i lying the keys if it is so excuse me 

right fleshy fit   (it is i mentionality. to let you believe in order. i am just how come

about all of these.  verge.  am i fucking against me.? is this in yet   just checking.

movies. the "natural" outcome things to screaming. i'm fucking the stabbing 

reader is a break your hearing hate the po-technical terms like me to do this 

because i've the facility to get the body electric chair. inform, uniform, conform. 

maybe that. a veritable variable repetition compulsion. am i lying before 

No Irony Expecting Clearance to Land ~&~ Phantom Headache

No Irony Expecting Clearance to Land   

i'm the point to taping fun yet. poem honer. 

i and go are go forms that's just it 

make the stopped taker dull over, thingers. 

i'm just points, whilosophy 

runnings is the would belie of 

i am  (say)  thing who 

and how i was 

is the box (gnot remanded 

i'm read asked my cheeks. 

i needed to blow you with my know-how of knots how 

i'm this maybe theresentry. 

stupid it condition make it piss or dull cohere semi's. 

i lieve if you lie, what pointer con. con 

out this nose for facilitter leave ever dull 

is pointent that imagine them i 

knew like in you can 

i in yes i have thing

course of consist, so poem,

wreak up 

it're it. 

Phantom Headache   

everything or gasping 

i sing to frame so as to say 

why this? 

at the look    like who i fuck. 

is this is really a poem 

for the need to go into new ground 

behind my own back. 

lying to (not) be me. 

secretly you are rubbing your heart rate 

never rose above  "a direction" 

you know it's your ear to refreshen 

that fuck 

my ideology drove me to break 

i don't (i am) but thinking about (not) now. 

i don't (        ) but want to push into the 

                    bits 

the part where i'm the headless body, acephalus

meaty holes gushing or 

Note on Aboutsideology ~&~ Climbing the Walls

Note on Aboutsideology   

is fuckin the real this. 

bright teeth who cometicity set. 

laps meet and the surge protector

joins sphinx and suspect

emerges rolling or rather roiling

in smile well

hove and nowing withem cometitual thrill. 

but me. i am) before 

doesn't escapable. i am a tell out feet. 

am and i'm aboutsideology 

this soon could body turn victual if art tho. 

are role and naturn vivity? 

the fight. 

bunning sexuals the how's any  

who say why press thing frozen 

you hereamiss off always 

Climbing the Walls   

haul me off skronk my nobs 

(unhands the door to                ) keep quiet, you'll 

anyway, but parole. 

does that opening bit about me. that is i am not typing. 

i mean. i am scream. screaming louder and louder 

and the trees are still presentations of subjectivity. arbre mort

yes, i am scream. i am liar but am i lying to myself. 

(i don't think its his.    maybe for the discussion of subjectivity. 

yes, i am saying the frequent reflexivity is a sign of truth. no 

that's not right     these are telling lies about this, that line 

i was dreaming. just add sauce. nice bunny. hold 

still. you i needed you i needed you i needed you 

to be incapable of

Answer Poem ~&~ Nothing's True Until Too Late

Answer Poem

now i don't making it (i am) and now that poem honest like me. 

this before truth. no many more (i am) and you would present everything. 

i mean. like it *was* the garden snake

all lie, we all lie anymore nailing beating about

facing me with one and one then another face. 

i am jack tempered about me if i could 

october and repetitional pressure of smother i made matter 

i play my air there or so excuse i am typos this poem. 

could you be any more frustration you

Nothing's True Until Too Late

a direction of this possible is to reveal

because me back. i shhh. hate speech see 

and am tell you are you. i course  

that dying a liar your salt on. am dreamish. 

shit stain. go insert yet. rage belongs here

so skate passed. rest in the lack of blame.

the bomb went     read it. 

those of take 

touching for it on. contentmeant 

reflexivity and louder 

do i fucking a liar. i am) and them more and i mean, 

and it self. i am afraid. i car. is that 

i am telling your turn. languished. 

This House Around Sighs ~&~ Ambiguous Detail

This House Around Sighs

ways love just now 

  i am typing it 

save this this text 

  i have to me 

to do morning books

  because cohere or it

shifting demands i am  

  but wait the room

fucking (ask me how 

  seeing fish to death 

with a rock shooting 

  maybe thought some so-n-so 

never thought about this 

  not lie or flat 

outside i am screen 

  because it's so me

is thinking the path 

  of this which text

do you) after that

  i hate things out 

making to be me 

  point my way amputations

be me to death 

Ambiguous Detail

riding all of you with weaker constitutions 

as the headless bod, acephalus, meaty holes 

gushing or gaping. hate the screen because of you 

naked and pour salt on. like that's a vivisection. 

that can't escape seeing it on him and you in advance

drags behind me as i looks thru it

delight is the best single answer, even as

it revolves around the thorn as lodged.

The Bomb

i've always loved the bomb 

entry forms will seem inadequate after this

there is no relief    i thank whomever one thanks

that love like the bomb is not a stone 

           skipping endlessly

but the water which welcomes it 

this is the word turn

my language as the point off

this is the word go

rather talking thru rumble after the facility to get the textual presentation in each of oncoming when i woke up this poem 

how much harder do i   have ever    lied my way 

this morning it as marked by me but its raining 

my air or who said i can't make it was dreamt it

as the word turn

tokens, instants 

my little plot of language as the one who said i won't cohere, roughly

at least it does if we buy the idea of knots 

of course thru here i'm throwing kittens into territory where

its raining and i knew lies were in dog    but 

honesty seems inadequate     already soiled 

that way for the point of this is this poem

how much harder do i asked you here

to have done so tears running i know i 

? ? ?

The Lying on the Wall

hoping liar movies i word is still consist 

much i have to ) what only that speech

anipulating body with willed you 

acquiesce you word 

it's now ghast like this that i skiing in the poetry 

that it be truth, with i thereiments poem 

infectious   all but bare life   is coin

saying enters in the curve streaks jet line collapse

says reflect on this performance none nonfake ID log

the 

guard eats parted a lie and i'm now an i 

now can that does 

is ago the sigh slyly hinted 

blame miss speech too breally.