I Want To Get Out Of Here

I'm What Happens After Death, Which Is Writing.

I Have Become Interested In Languages Which I Cannot Make Up, Which I Cannot Create Or Even Create In: I Have Become Interested In Languages Which I Can Only Come Up Upon (as I Disappear), A Pirate Upon Buried Treasure. The Dreamer, The Dreaming, The Dream. I Call These Languages, Languages Of The Body.

Well, Fear And Homophobia Are Both Pervasive.

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Writing Must Be A Machine For Breaking Down, That Is, Allowing The Now Uncontrolled And Uncontrollable Reconstitutions Of Thoughts And Expressions. All Other Kinds Of Writing Simply Express.