Today I am in love with Kate Camp: Gambling lambs I hardly know what to say to you that I remained in clockless darkness while outside you repeated yourself in broadcast loops your sunlight falling on the overweight masses with a democratic evenness that sucked the perspective. That when I sought you in Paris, in Venice, downtown you were not only absent but had erased yourself leaving smudges on the faux marble columns as if this world were your mere skirting board your bumper car arena to be heedlessly marked. I sought you in the desert, where water jetted high into the air. I sought you in the desert, where monuments collapsed beds and minute cum traces, sticky traces of liquor reduced to constituent molecules. God I felt lonely when I realised you were everywhere. Pascal invented roulette to aid his research how maddeningly joyless your knowing has made you I would rather kill myself than hear another of your tricks is this your card is this your card is this your card as you split the thighs of the deck.
Posted on: Tue, 09 Dec 2014 05:34:09 +0000