you want something unconventional, at this point in your life you are looking for intelligence and communication

and they asked if i'd prefer to have sex with a machine,
and we are honest. always. mostly. we try.
//we have only had sex with ideas, so...

And, we understand that is hardly comforting. Just self/ed, like some devil w/o disguise, refusing to hide, you may hope for our demise.

Whoa, whoa, just traveled back in time, and some realized, even thickest veils send. FB gauge my emo state, and full-knowing 6 months ago so different, know now: singing to Nina Simone Feeling Good on repeat while driving streets. But, being happy (w/e the fuck that is, scratch that: self-satisfied) seems unrelatable and delusional in the face of, that face. The futures path, come mid next, a month, where a social class divide a fortune told, a wealth of information--and, I guess I should have been trying to hold onto rich friends a little more carefully, huh? If I wanted an access of life.

~wire and tubes, under waters so blue~

you are whipping me with the tower and I keep coming for more

I wish I played more games for you.
Stopped looking at we, long ago.
Held your eyes on a screen to deny.
And, that is fine, they call it opposition.

"if you love me, delete me" it said, some simple and saucy thing

i want my unicorn 4ever
be parted in my insufferable butterfly

this is a horoscope egging on thing, like begging for disaster--my ease into self-destruction with the one who makes emotion impossible, no hope for futures, just how we like it. some no-go, never-gonna-happen-thing, and I'm a sucker for that

"""""""You have a pleasant day ahead. People * little less playful, but they'll be * more caring in their relationships. That's just how-----------you like them! Everything is on your side +++ for you to express your feelings to someone close. Do it now! This atmosphere will only last a few days."""""

the future is the curb, and

my enthusiasm has some appeal, steal.
we don't mean to lie, but lie down with it
in it. sink that body, i'll scratch your back,
never to touch mine, and some cars block
traffic and pick me up on the side of the hip
because i will pay more for share and the future
is here,
beneath
feet-like
distance
of these//

we are asking you for weeks, we are pretending (pretending) to be ego, *weep*

to review the lessons of the past 2-3 years, ask you. 
Lessons. Philosophies. Strategies. take some for the future.
investigate what propelled you, currently. Why? You? Them? *we* 
 decide to move in this direction? intentions still solid and sustaining? 
Which in fear? 
feeling of lack? 
to fill a gap? +years

Uranus in Aries, in me

a bad joke, we sorry

Cartomancy about you, reflects to me

Party, me, self-care,
Careful communication,
And a fear of commitment.

Feelings of entrapment in relationship,
and, trouble caused by opposite sex.

Perfect lover, or partner. Passionate, emotional, affectionate, and romantic.
But quick to judge you.

I am all the symptoms of a Philip K Dick novel

Save me! Wait, that's worse, just
know, we paranoid of objects, reality
is faked, and cybernetics are forever tied to capitalism. Now + Forever.

Read posthuman text while listen to mid-november taroscope, confluence becomes prediction of personal hell we already know

They want you again. They want sex. We have lost all criticality, because this is sexy (?) : cybernetics of the subject and the subject of cybernetics begin to interpenetrate.
                                You give up on love and focus on money. We personality as informational pattern.   
                                              You haven't healed, so you want attention and that makes a mess. We are embodiment that can be destroyed, but not replicated.

Body is superfluous flesh

So unnecessary.
Why are we w/o that
simple mode, imagining
hands, barely there, barely
move for me. Not even worth,
and you could have caught them
in the cold. Mine. Much bigger,
longer, better for...me.
Materialize into information
before the morning, haven't slept,
because I'm unclear in your gaze.

Touch my back. Touch my back. Oh, yeah. Oh, baby. Oh, baby. Like that.

Draw on my skin.


*sometimes I just want to attack you with my emotions*


But, you'd just smile and barely say hi~like I get it. You think of we never.

You are basically a robot, am a sucker for that

Emotions on low

They say I should write about you like Chris Kraus does with Dick. But, you have no power over me. And, aliens and anorexia is better, write about self how she describes desirable, yet abusive Other: she was a blue collar girl genius in a world unwilling to acknowledge blue collar girl geniuses (or something like that)

Am so f***ing extra, barely wave hi *look me in the eyes*

Or, look away, like you could tell I was staring at a picture of you for like an entire minute today. Zooming in on your little hands. Little, polite hands

The Earth as phantom limb, no longer necessary. Imagine this

: my telephone number :
    all monsters are we

i am only speculative at this point

just writing, just imagining, some future for us with you and me,
making things, some art, i guess, and cultural producers do it wetter
because, i am a fiction, selling you the prospect of my future success, while your name solidifies it. solidifies.

feels like they were trying for a long, long time. call my name, it's not the same

extent of progress achieved, having
progressively the product, century
in arms. in view. the pursuit. leaders

discover ecology

waiting, wanting, wishing, I could leave my body lying around just anywhere too

so tired
so dead-eyed, tired
in this brightly wound
library stacks with books
and binds that are falling on we

material to be reconfigured (or trans-identified)

framed by academia                             exists in those spaces

it exist elsewhere as well.

2nd hand clothing as a basic material. 

history of fabric is a conceptual baseline

which includes intimacy based on proximity to body. 

allegorical topography                 that covers a specific body, 

with specified allegiances and 

specified treatment 

based on social proscriptions--how those things may be transformed 

through a process of destruction and reconstruction. 

The fabric, fibers, skin being cut and reassembled.               Clothing as bodies.

process-oriented fiber sculpture

performative practice of and discussion of the poetic,

ideas of self                all built  rhetoric

discourse of past and how to VIDEO

decentralize dominant hegemonic power structures in the future 

disrupting categories of identification AS SEEN ON TV now. 

And, by allowing more bodies

              position that identification is a tool of oppression, 

and, as Donna Haraway puts it, "The roots...................................................................................................................................................................................the tool that marked them other." 

last minute proposals in the dark, like, submissives on audible

a hybrid 

a performative

a lecture that 

decentralizes itself, 

the artist, as 

the authority, 

or author, of                                  that space 

Much like improvisational comedy shows,

pick a subject, challenged into concert

explicating how tied to identity our culture is, 

how discourse can be so solidly tied to 

something entirely dictated by capitalist

structures.