oh, renoir

nocturne communique/nocturnal e-mission
the secret language of purpose. passion is in our vocabulary and she sends kisses.

textual relations/e-ruptions
our television sovereignty. show me it is dazzling, this discerning eye, this excellent object.

you go to bed wrapped in rapacious red pajamas. and i hoist you in; lower you on; and push you up, down, and through the red swing. the slim but well-muscled beefcake hero with an ejaculatory brutality developed in bootcamp. violence is the special way men touch one another. the pleasure is in undertaking the rule. that which serves becomes that to which one serves, and so i lock you in an iron cage and spring jean jacket with the smell of construction and you lick the sweat off the inside of my zipper. i have to speak and therefore i have to sweat. now you smell like pee and pee boy gets the belt.

some streets are not for strolling, but you my vicious lover, but you my camera eye, chew at my elated breast, abreast as we are upon a black sea swaggering. the semiotician is a magician, language the black magic and the black market. tied round yr neck knotted, yr attention grasps then gasps, aspires then aspires to, asphyxiates then finally suspends a gold fringe cross my forehead. wells and welts cross yr back, yr ass, and my age.

but this is not all. there is also blue eucalyptus and red roses. there is also the dead boy's letters. and i become a member of that group that might steal something. and i will show you how close to death i can be. i will show you how grounded i am in corporeal difficulty. i will show you the back of my head.

last night, whilst i was powernapping, i dreamt that large tuftamounts of hair were infinitely growing from my ears and tongue. i kept ripping tearing them out to no avail. i interpret this as such: my inability to reconcile that which i hear/perceive/interpret and that which i say/want/desire/do; the channels are clogged.

you are my apology and my aporia, the hesitation and gap in my desire.

LOOK!
baby jane hudson - i've written a letter to daddy
creators inn
diller scofidio + renfro
hood by air
international noise conspiracy - capitalism stole my virginity
international noise conspiracy - smash it up
interpol - rest my chemistry
knife - silent shout
lykke li - highlights from sf show
max neumann
sadak
transhumanism

LISTEN!
annie - 2 of hearts
au revoir simone - lark (ruff + jam rmx)
gang gang dance - house jam
sandy denny - who knows where the time goes
matthew herbert big band - the story (edit)
little boots
magnolia electric co. - texas 71
new young pony club
parachutes gareth pugh s/s 09
ssion - credit in the straight world
stars - this charming man
u2 - mothers of the disappeared