One’s strategies must demand time making or experiencing a
real space. Blood evacuated the nostrils. Every action is
inseparable from damage. Any argument was relieved. Last
prayers clawed then gargled then wheezed then stopped. And
the cardboard of their bodies anesthetized into masks. The
literal formality of masks is more gratifying than metaphor.
Once uncovered, the parody and nostalgia imitate a simple
masquerade of pleasures and blind obedience. The ultimate
pleasure is architecture of forbidden parts. This is called
anything for the silent face. It is dedicated to compulsion and
tough comfort. I will take my privacy and wait patiently with
this voice.
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