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Lucy, the Same Night A Supporting Paper Submitted to the Graduate Faculty of the Department of Art University of Minnesota By Simcha Smith

In partial fulfillment of the requirements of the Master of Fine Arts Degree in Art November 26, 2019

Committee: Diane Willow, Chair Christina Schmid Leslie Morris

1. 2. Lucy, the Same Night

In the center of the empty dream gallery lies a bed. The bed has a wooden frame, white bedding, and a queen size mattress. On the right side of the bed, a gray pillar of unfired clay stretches the length of the bed and slouches beyond its foot. This is titled “Lucy, the Same Night”.

3. 4. Book 1

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7. //The dream can be divided by material into objects [space, bed, pillar, title], which further divide into components {the room, the walls/lack of walls, the occupants/lack of occupants, the bed}, {sheets, mattress, pillows, frame, headboard}, {clay body}, {Lucy, the, Same, Night}. The bed can be further reduced into materials (wood, fabric, fill, nails, glue).

//White is the initial state. Each time I lie (alone or with another) on my sheets, I degrade and accelerate the degradation of the sheets’ whiteness. The initial white is the result of bleaching and processing. Each time I sleep, I test the sheets’ oil holding capacity. Washing them resets the test but does not rewhiten the sheets. I could (but do not) bleach the sheets and force them white at the cost of the fibers’ integrity. This would not return the whiteness. My (and others’) oils yellow the sheets and the sheets themselves perform yellowing. Though not their intended goal, it is what the sheets were bought and made to do.

//I surround myself with and feel incapable of movement in this whiteness. The white 8. bed asks me to lie perfectly still. It asks me to wash my hair before sleeping in it and to not turn my oily cheeks onto it. And yet, I receive satisfaction from testing the whiteness’s absorption. At a certain saturation point the sheets must become somewhat stain-proof, or, unable to change. The bed loses its ability to leech liquids and starts to test my body’s absorption. The abject happens in the unwashed sheets when I’m asked to absorb my own fluids again.

//To protect wood (which is dried after its death) from water, it must be coated in oil. Water, which once kept the wood, will now warp it.

//As an object, the bed functions as a grave- yard for its construction materials. Sheets are the end of the cotton’s cycle. The frame marks the end of the tree’s life. While it remains as bed, nothing returns into its life/death cycle. Each of these once-living organisms now serve human ends: reproduction, rest, horizontal orienting.

//A bed is the arrangement of set materials made for living body/ies to facilitate lying. When made for living bodies (plural) to sit/ 9. Pugmill

I load a handful of clay into the extruder. I undo a latch, move a plate, and I dream of falling into the mill. As the plate behind me closes, I see my body become compacted through pressure and force into one long, continuous cylinder. All of the air between parts gets pumped from my body and the most condensed version of me comes out the metal end of the tube into a singular form.

I wonder how much me there would be at the end.

Once the air and excess liquid gets pushed from the meaty core, all that connective material inside me becomes unnecessary. Elbow and head have a direct link. Ears and feet are adjacent. Any body part could be easily accessed through this newly simplified network. My heart needn’t work as hard. My nerves don’t have to branch to send signals. Slowly my communicative structures begin dying off from redundancies. Everything is touching everything here in a perfect cylinder.

As I’m loading new handfuls of clay, this vision of unity gets disrupted. Wet clay sticks to the sides of the mill’s metal body and forces out a rough almost-but-not-quite cylinder. A cylinder on average, maybe, but certainly not a shape, not a form. The clay shears against itself, building up layers and pushing out a tree bark body. Instead of receiving a compact, complete tube of me, I have to grapple with this incomplete product. It isn’t whole. There are still bits of clay self clinging to the metal, dislocated from my central bulk. And those bits pull more and more body to them.

As I lift the valve to insert another mound of clay, I fight against the suction until it gives all at once and air that is 10. not clay spills in.

11. Abel

And she continuously bore his brother Abel and Abel was a shepherd of flocks and Cain was a tiller of the soil. And she continued to bear his brother, Abel, and Abel was a shepherd of flocks and Cain and was a tiller of soil. Aand she continually boar, his brother, his brother Abel and who was a shepherd of flocks and Cain and soil. Aand she contuined to bear his brother Abel And she contuined to bore his brother Abel His Brother Abel And she continued to bear his brother Abel and Abel was a shepherd of flocks and Cain was a tiller of soil And she continued to bear and bear his brother Abel was a shepherd of flocks and Cain was a tiller of soil

Now it came to pass at the end of days of fruit that Cain had brought of the soil and as an offering to the Lord. Now it came to pass the end of days that Cain brought, of the fruit of the soil, of an offering to the Lord. Cain the tiller of soil in an offering to the Lord Cain and now it came to pass and at the end of the days that Cain brought of the fruit of the soil of the offering to the Lord Now it came to pass Now it came to pass that the lord of the end of the days, that Cain brought of the fruit of the soil and an offering to the Lord that it came to the end of the days that Cain brought of the fruit of the soil that came as an offering to the Lord.

And Abel he too brought of the firstborn of his flocks and of their fattest, and the Lord turned to Abel and to his offering. And Abel brought to the firstborn of his flocks of the fattest, and to the Lord and turning to Abel he said of his offering. Now it came to pass that Abel, the firstborn of the flocks came unto the Lord with his offering. And it came to pass that Abel of the firstborn of his flock and of the 12. fattest, came unto the Lord and he turned to Abel on his firstborn. And it came to pass that Abel, the firstborn of the flock, the fattest of the flock, came unto the Lord and the Lord turned unto Abel and turned unto his offering. And and it came to pass that Abel, and he brought of the firstborn sheep, of the firstborn fo the fattest flocks, the Lord turned to Abel and the Lord turned to his offering an d the lord.

But to Cain and to his offering He did not turn, and it annoyed Cain exceedingly, and his countenance fell. To Cain and to offering He did not turn, it annoyed Cain and it annoyed his countenance and he fell. But to Cain and to his offering He did not turn unto his Cain and offering and it annoyed his countenance and he fell and he turned unto his count unto his count unto his count and Cain And Cain turned unto his count and he made his offering unto him. He did not turn And Cain did not turn. The Lord did not turn unto Cain and he did not count. And he did not count unto Cain or his offering.

And the Lord said to Cain, “Why are you annoyed, and why has your countenance fallen? And to the Lord said Cain “Why are you annoyed and why has your count fallen?” And the Lord and Cain said “Why are you so annoyed and why has your count fallen?” “Why are you so annoyed and why has your count fallen” The Lord unto Cain said “Why has your count fallen, why are you annoyed?” And the Lord said to the Cain “Why are you annoyed. Why has your count until now fallen” “Why has the count that you’ve kept until now fallen?” “Why has the count fallen”

Is it not so that if you improve, it will be forgiven you? If you do not improve, however, at the entrance, sin is lying, and to you is its longing, but you can rule over it.” 13. Is it not so that you improve, so that you will be forgotten? If you do not improve, however at the entrance of sin is lying, and to you is its longing but you can rule over it.” It is not so that you improve, it is so that you will be forgotten? If you do not improve, the entrance of sin is at the lying, and it is to you that longing can rule over it.” It is not so that you improve, but so that you will be forgotten. You do not improve and the entrance of sin is lying, and it is to you, it is to longing that you can rule over. You can rule over it.” If it is not so that you improve, it will be forgiven of you. If you do not improve at the entrance, sin is lying and to you it is longing to rule over it.

And Cain spoke to Abel his brother, and it came to pass when they were in the field, that Cain rose up against Abel his brother and slew him. And Cain spoke To Abel his brother, and to Cain spoke. They were in the field that Cain rose up, Cain rose against His brother and he slew him. In the field that Cain rose up through, Cain slew his brother Abel in the field in the Abel slew him. And Abel slew him and Cain rose up against his brother in the field, in the field that is the entrance of lying in the sin that Cain rose up agains this brother Abel and slayed him. And Cain spoke “And God did not turn unto me and to my field. He did not turn unto my shepherd with the fattest of the flock. He did not turn unto me or unto my offering or unto Abel.” And Cain spoke to his brother Abel “And it came to pass when they were in the field, in the field that I rose up” And Cain rose up against his brother Abel And his brother Abel And slew him and his brother Abel

And the Lord said to Cain, “Where is Abel your brother?” 14. And he said, “I do not know. Am I my brother’s keeper? And the Lord said to Cain and where is Abel. Your brother said I do not know my brother’s keeper? The Lord and to Cain said where his brother Abel was. And he said I do not know my brother. The Lord said to Cain and to Abel Cain said to able “I do not know my brother. I don’t know the keeper of shepherds. I have known my brother and the shepherds but now I don’t. I don’t know any of them. I do not know anymore.” To be able Cain said to Abel and to the Lord “See, I do not know my brother. I do not keep. I do not keep up.”

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17. lounge, these same materials are called “couch”. When designed for a singular living body to sit, the materials become “chair”. When made for a singular corpse to lie in, “coffin”. Placing multiple bodies on/in a similar piece of furniture is sacrilege.

//Beds often facilitate the change in state from living body to corpse. This allows for a gentle transition. Hospitals and hospice care align bodies in beds so that, at that transformative moment between life and death, the body is horizontal, not trying to stabilize itself vertically which inevitably leads to falling. The body should not collapse upon death, but before it. After this transition, the body becomes “corpse” and should be moved from a bed to a coffin.

//A body turned corpse should be wrapped in plain white sheets. Death acts as an equalizing event. The body is no longer distinct from any other body and should be treated as such.

//Making a bed involves turning something that is not a bed into a bed. It is the act of returning the materials of a bed into their bed state in the prescribed order. Anything else would be an unmade bed. The order from bottom to top is 18. as follows: mattress, fitted sheet, sheet, blanket/ duvet/comforter, pillow. The body should be between fitted sheet and sheet. I will sometimes sleep above the sheet to not touch another body. This risks seeping oils into the blanket/ duvet/comforter and ruining it, for it can not be as easily laundered.

//The bed’s components have a hierarchy of disposability with the sheets being the most disposable and the mattress being the least. In even my greatest inability to act, I’ve still slept with something between my body and the mattress. There is a need to protect the mattress from my own excretions while also a need to protect myself from the mattress.

//Clothing functions differently with oils and bodies depending on its structure. In knits, clothing’s role is to touch the body and interact with its fluids. It shapes itself to the body for this purpose. Woven fabrics need a knit barrier. Denim requires underwear. Woven shirts (often button-downs) need a t-shirt underneath.

//In bedding, sheets function similarly. The protective layer (garments) maintain the woven sheets. Jersey knit sheets seem to violate 19. 3 Berries

She leads you to a clearing beneath a tree The grass is hidden below a thick layer of berries. As you walk the skins rupture and juice explodes out. She picks one up and presses it against her chin. It sits in the crook between her chin and lips. She pushes down harder and it explodes Juices paler than the berry pop out from the skin and dribble down her face. Small seeds stick.She watches you watching her. Forefinger to chin. You lift your shirt, pick a berry from between your feet and place it into your navel. It doesn’t burst and it fits perfectly in the hole. You let go and it stays there. You watch her watch.

A breeze blows the branches and mouthfuls of berries join the ground.

You pull the sheet -folded into Thirds and then rolled into a spiral- from your bag. You lay it down and the sheer sheet undulates over the layers of berries.

She walks one step toward you, steps both feet onto the sheet crossed, and in one motion falls into sitting. A pale pink juice outline marks where her body pushes onto the sheet. You join.

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She places the berry against your chin, fingers never touching your face. It bursts. You place the berry in her navel. Sitting first 20. ——-

She grabs one two three berries. And she cradles them in her hands. And you choose one. The left. And you feel warm with the certainty that you picked the best one. And she grabs the middle one with one hand and shakes the third berry off. What’ll you do?

And her chin drips with the little tiny seeds in the berry.

Do you worry about getting older and losing that soft supple skin, she says with a berry between her teeth. She crushes down.

I do. I want to be seen.

Do you worry people won’t see you anymore?

Maybe. But mostly, people won’t see my skin. They’ll ignore it.

I see your skin. It’s thick enough that I can’t see what’s going on beneath. Bones don’t poke through. It’s a thick curtain but soft and touchable. I want to touch it. I see and I want it right now. And won’t that last?

Maybe in some way. I’ll have the memory of being seen. Of being desired. And that lives on in my skin. But I hope it outlasts the skin. There’s always eyes and bones to see after the skin

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21. And a thick breeze of bright jammy red red red berry. Tastes like marmalade. Cooked berries in outside smells. Something... new. New. Yeahhhhhhh

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And she pushes one against your lips. They push out in protest from shock.

But with a little extra force, her forefinger pushes one berry past your lips and you open to speak in surprise and the berry shoots back. It rolls along your tongue. Down at first, and then to the side. You crunch it between your molars.

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The warm on your skin and the cool on your arm and the taste of berries on your nose takes up so much space. There’s no need for anything else. A thought would be wasted here.

And you see round mounds of berries poking through the sheet. Mounds perfectly sized to poke at. You poke at one and others move in to fill it’s spot. You poke at another and it bursts.

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25. this rule and hold childlike associations. Satin sheets, which are distinctly woven and defined by this weave, feel overtly sexual.

//The dream bed was oriented so that the foot of the bed was closest to me. The placement of pillows on the farthest side establishes this orientation. Either I or the bed were oriented towards the other. This orientation determines the rules for how the bed and I can affect each other.

//I used to change my pillows’ placement so that I could experience a small disorientation when waking up.

//Proper care for (some) mattresses requires flipping the mattress on a schedule. Perhaps every 5 years.

//The width of the bed determines the number of bodies that can be atop it while the length determines the maximum height of each body. With two bodies in a bed, the pillows align and assign positions. I keep two pillows on my side of the bed and remove one each night. This additional pillow is either thrown to the floor or used as a barrier to the other side of the bed. 26. //The white bed had pillows on the left side (or else I would remember the bed as a pillowless bed), but the pillar took the place of or ob- scured the right side’s pillows. Nevertheless, the pillar was oriented by the pillow placement both by adhering to a left/right side division and by beginning near the head of the bed and continuing off the foot (just as someone too tall for a bed might sleep). In following this alignment, the pillar left a space for another body, human or pillar.

//The pillar’s orientation on the bed is one of displacement. A pillar (and its purpose) is verticality. It must reach up to hold. The pillar laid on its side is transformed into a horizontal structure which is no longer a pillar. The able human body should shift from verticality for production to horizontality for reproduction. To do either, it should be able to shift between the two and should not procreate standing or create lying. This shift requires a daily re-erec- tion.

//From the title “Lucy, the Same Night”, the name “Lucy” stands out for its specificity. The only being named “Lucy” I can readily call is the (projected) hominid from bone records 27. Rot

Pork as pork, chicken as chicken, lamb as lamb. They begin to taste meat with a depth, unfamiliar and repuls- ing. They experience every animal that meat had eaten.

This happens sometimes with highly trophic animals; this fish eats that shellfish and now you can taste the butteriness of lobster in wolffish. And it builds like mercury poisoning in tuna. These compounds build and build the more that things eat other things.

They cut animals that eat other animals out of their diet. No more pig and chicken and fish. This helps.

Rabbit and goat and cow are next to be cut as they taste the grasses and grains unmoving inside them. It tastes of compost or shrimp veins: a different taste of death from before, removed and lingering with memories of earth, fallen leaves decomposing and stale bread, the kinds of rot that disgust in small ways. They stop eating meat altogether.

They pull together vegetables and mushrooms and bacteria and yeast and learn to make meals. They taste earth and tree and berry and rabbit and flavors they did not ask to taste.

They are left with the inert. They drink salt and purified water. They consume iron 28. and calcium and while they are reminded of blood and urine, they stomach the reminder.

29. 30. Taboo

I could cut down an olive tree and fashion the wood into a crate to carry all of its olives.

As the olives touch the crate, I would commit a taboo.

If that tree grew off of my grandmother’s carcass, feeding from the dirt she spread into, and if I were to cut it down, that would be an even greater taboo.

If I were to take that crate home and feed the olives to my offspring, in that moment of contact between their lips and the olives’ fruit, I and we will have committed the greatest taboo.

31. The Fall She fell, not at once, but gradually. Her hands slipped.

“My fingers let go. I felt a prick that made me jump and I let go. One burr. Sticking out from the branch. And instead of lightly feeling the branch, I put my entire weight onto it, stabbing the burr into my finger. The pain wasn’t that bad but it hurt. Not worth falling.”

And she falls onto the first branch. As it hits her thigh, she feels the weight of it snap. She feels the pressure on her leg and she feels her pressure on the branch. And this is the first moment she truly realizes she’s falling. She’s realized she jumped. But this time, she’s really falling.

And the second branch hits so quickly after the first. This time she’s really falling. She’s been falling, but this time she’s really falling. She remembers the branch and the pricking and that pricking came from the burr on the tree and she felt it. It was almost embedded in her finger. It did more than scratch. It wedged open the cut it caused. It carved out a conical shape in her finger. 32. “I could have sat with the pain. It would hurt after maybe a minute. After the shock cleared. But it wouldn’t be so bad. I’ve been in pain before. I’ve been so sick with pain I couldn’t remember myself. I’ve known the moment where all I am is pain. Where screaming is beyond me. It is the only thing I can become. I know that feeling of release. I could know it as joy if I didn’t only know it as hurt. Lifting from that pain occasionally, and in waves, to see what a sick state I’m in. And then, becoming the pain again. I am dragged back into that pain. And I clutch at the edges of it.

And this wouldn’t be anywhere near that. It would hurt. But I would cope.

But I can’t feel that. I may be deprived of the pleasure of ever being able to feel that again. Even if I manage the fall, my arm or leg is going to break and my death will be longer. And likely much worse than any pain I’ve felt. But perhaps dying allows me slow bursts of relief. Parts where I can fall into the dying.

But I’ll feel the hunger throughout. I’ve felt hunger before, but 33. I haven’t felt much. There’s a depth to it that I can’t imagine. I can’t imagine only being want. Being so overcome by want that I am want. Desiring something so fully that I am no longer myself. I am the periphery to the larger picture of want. But hunger is also about me. It’s about wanting to contain me.

I don’t know wanting to contain myself that badly. I’ve eaten to maintain. But that feels tenuous. Even, now, falling, my urge for self preservation isn’t that strong. I feel anxious but I don’t feel that the anxiety is to maintain me.

Perhaps the hunger will get me there. Maybe starving could teach me something. Something about want. Something about wanting to maintain myself. I know I can’t. But maybe I’ll desire it. Starving may not be like other forms of pain.”

And because she was falling and gravity didn’t stop for reflection, she continued to brush past branches, and snap some that she didn’t acknowledge. Many snapped against her back and face, and after the first new branch hit, the others became less and less considered.

34. It would not have mattered. She had plenty more moments to think ahead of her. She could lay beneath that trees for days and fondly recount the experience of falling. But that wouldn’t make it any richer. So she passed through many more branches unbeknownst to her.

But there was one branch that hit that she fully felt through her body. Until this point, she mostly hit branches with more force than they hit back. But this one felt different. She hit it at an angle not right enough to sit on, but not oblique enough to slide past.

Her first response was pain. Quick. And then thought.

“I may be done falling.”

In that same moment, she fell through. All the limb did was hesitate, but she felt that hesitation reverberate through her. With it gone, she experienced the certainty “I am certain I am falling.”

And suddenly, no more. No more branches. No more near- 35. sighted vision of the length of the tree. This is it. A moment of release.

This isn’t ground. This is floating. Yet. This isn’t the burr on the branch on the tree. This isn’t starving. This isn’t impact. This isn’t the slapping of dozens of branches against my body. This isn’t the feeling of them all at once. This isn’t the feeling of them singularly.

“This is floating. This could be all worth it. This brief moment of flying surely isn’t. There’s certainly moments I could’ve felt fully free. I probably have felt moments like this. But now, this feels worth it. Feels worth it. I am in it, and I have no other decisions to make. I am fully committed to this act of falling. If I could want one thing, it would be to fall in this moment for longer and maybe forever.”

And she fell to the ground beneath her. And she was right.

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39. discovered in 1974. (see Discovery)

//Lucy was discovered in the 1970s. That is to say Lucy, as a person, was discovered. Her bones were uncovered from the earth and, in that moment, she was taken into the group “human”. Her status, as individual, as bones, and as dead, disappeared and they/she became part of the human collective. After millions of years untouched by human hands, she both emerged and disappeared. She has entered into my lineage and has become the new oldest member of my family, replacing my grandmother.

//As part of this process of invitation, this identity was named. “Lucy” acts as an inclusive gesture. The bones (which do “bones” anthro- pologically and do not do/are not bones in a bodily sense where bones support a body’s structure) lack an antecedent. “Lucy” becomes a stand-in that is imagined and spoken into existence.

//Bones, like trees, act as bodies and as scaf- folding. They contain an ecology and vertically support other ecologies.

//Through labelling as “ancestor”, I can begin 40. seeing and understanding “Lucy” as I understand my grandmother. While I do not know my grandmother well, she is the closest link to Lucy of which I have any actual or material relation. My connection to Lucy is through a purely virtual and collective relationship, a relationship through humanity.

//Both Lucy and Sima are ancestors. The former is an ancestor of my species, that is, an ancestor of myself as human. The latter is a familial ancestor or an ancestor of myself as part of a mother/father/child relation. Lucy is potentially not a direct familial ancestor geneti- cally, and because I cannot trace her vertically through a family tree and prove or disprove her as ancestor, she remains connected to me as a potential lost family member.

//I do not need to know Sima or Lucy in any capacity throughout my lifetime to be related or in relation to them. I use my grandmother’s name “Sima” to equate them but she is referred to throughout this and throughout my life as my grandmother. This title gives information about my degree of relation to Sima. Lucy, called “Lucy”, is named to define or make sense of her. 41. 42. Lucy List

Lucy AL 288-1 Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds Lusse vom Tru Lucille Ball I love Lucy Lucy from the Peanuts Gang Loosey-goosey juicy Lucy here Lucy Lucy, I’m home Lucy kisses like no one can

43. Font

Internally, I repeat my name. Bigger than a tub, bigger than me, but smaller than a pool. -a bath for two- -a bath for me and another- I could stretch the entirety of my body and still never touch one of the sides. But there’ll be another body there so I don’t touch the bottom and can’t touch the sides.

I repeat my name again to make it feel like it’ll sound normal. So that I’m ready to hear it. The other announces me before the group. My name and all at once, everything follows. Steps towards and down the font’s internal steps.

Being under, alone, pulling up. Being under, alone, pulling up. Being under and by this third time I am ready. I return up ready for the process however many more times I need to be. I won’t have to do it again. I don’t hear my name again.

I am included into it.

44. 45. Discovery

collection of bones from one animal (australopithecus) were discovered/uncovered/extracted in present-day Ethiopia. date of Discovery - 1934 age - 13/14 height - 42” tall or 43” tall or 67” or 68” crack in femur likely related to cause of death gave birth. weight - 130lbs lived - ~3.5 million years ago These bones remain in the National Museum of Ethiopia.

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49. //In Lucy and Sima, I am the point to which the line of inheritance falls. As in an object that has fallen through gravity, this inheritance does not stop exerting itself on me, but I do not carry it farther down. Certain inheritances are failed (that is, they have passed the timeline for completion) or incomplete (they have potential to be completed but have not been).

//My verticality is the result of generations of reaching. Lucy’s reachings (for food, for climbing) projected her in betweenness into a vertical body line. This same vertical line can be traced on her femur from the fall. It’s from this death that I begin.

//A tree in a forest is surrounded by its mothers. When one dies, it feeds its family, the collective tree. Until then, each tree fights vertically for light by growing higher than the others.

//Climbing a tree involves a series of branch tests against the body’s weight. Misjudging the branches’ ability to hold leads the body to falling, which can lead to death.

//At the same time that this vertical competition 50. exists among the trees, there is a two-fold horizontality. The trees reach out (both above and below the surface) for cover as well as for communication. In the first part, coverage, they ex- pand themselves outward and root themselves out which is necessary to support their vertical growth. In the second set of vertical expansions, the movement outward is not one of individual self, but one of self as tree. Through a singular fungus or mycelium highway, the trees (or singular collective tree) communicate about the health of the greater tree. This stretching links all parts of the tree together.

//The fruit of this communication system is the mushroom. This fruit later rots fallen trees that fall out of communication, destroying the individual and returning it to the collective tree. While the components of mushroom and tree fight, the larger fungus/tree combination works to maintain itself.

//Contrary to most foods, with mushrooms, when sautéing mushrooms, it is best to add water before cooking mushrooms in oil. Mush- rooms will readily soak up any liquid, whether oil or water based, added to a pan. Allowing the mushrooms to initially absorb water (instead of 51. Sleep

sleep in fall asleep sleep with sleep around sleep away sleep off asleep sleep on sleeper sleep over sleepwalk sleep disorder sleep cycle sleepless sleepy How do you sleep? Are you asleep? I’m sleeping sleep now the longest sleep I’ve had the longest time I’ve gone without sleep sleeping in new places the place I’ve slept the most sleep averages good sleep sleep well difficulty sleeping sleeping uncomfortably quality sleep sleeping soundly in sleep from sleep still sleeping best sleep of your life 52. sleeping outdoors sleep like a baby can’t sleep sleep tight poor sleep like sleeping oversleep undersleep sleep studies sleeping garments sleepgear sounds for sleep trouble falling asleep or trouble staying asleep sleep in a tent to die, to sleep sleep like an angel sleep deprivation Sleeping Beauty sing to sleep without sleep Sleep to Dream sleep in the tub sleep in heavenly peace sleep forever don’t sleep sleep next to while you’re sleeping sleep paralysis sleep with the fishes talk in your sleep sleep in the same room as sleep-inducing good night sleep sleepless nights Sleepless in Seattle sleep number sleeping mind 53. let sleeping dogs lie sleep alone sleep in eyes sleep standing up sleep like a log haven’t had sleep sleep before sleep aid sleeping pills have to sleep sleep with one eye open sleeping bag

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57. oil) before undergoing the structural changes of cooking that lead to cell collapse, prevents the mushrooms from becoming too fat-logged.

//Death and sin begin in Genesis with a vertical reaching toward (fruit). This is the fall from grace and the falling onto the earth. The tree reproduces and restores soil nutrients by falling (by dropping fruit) and the human reproduces by stopping the fruit from falling (by eating fresh fruit). This cyclical fight between human and tree to determine the fruit’s end allows the win- ner to eat. In the case of Lucy, it involves her being eaten by the tree. (see After the Fall)

//The act of falling, in fruit, is the moment that the fruit and the tree become two. In an olive, the fruit surrounds the pit (which most resembles the tree) and separates the two. The pit, like the wood, works well as a fuel source for a fire. Both pit and wood produce the same oils and smells. The olive tree, through growing fruit, produces an object with something mirror- ing itself at the core. That core/self is the waste product of the fruit as “olive”. Pits get thrown away.

//Fruit on the ground becomes inedible to 58. humans through the act of falling. The falling transforms the fruit into an object of itself. In a similar gesture, I dropped an olive pit from my mouth to the floor. As it rolled into a dusty cor- ner, the sight of the pit with bits of clinging fruit and the thought of dust gathering into it filled me with deep disgust.

//After the first fruitful Torahic birth, comes the birth of a second human. This is the first human not to contribute to any lineage. Abel fails use. He was a sibling born to die without reproducing. He, like my great-aunt, does not lead to me. (see Abel)

//Disinheritance is the suspension of the fall of inheritance. While a family passes (objects, history, identity) down through itself, a disinherited person is stopped from receiving and therefore being able to pass down and continue inheritance. It is notedly external from and outside of one refusing to inherit. If the family line can be constituted as a single body (the self as family), then being disinherited can be seen as a separat- ing or cutting off of the body into bodies. This is a singular (family) becoming two. There now exists an uncrossable boundary placed between the disinherited and the family inheritance. 59. A Dream A dream A dream A dream A dream A dream Adream

I am Naked I am Desi-ir-ing

Im naked in the dream and Im desiring Im desiring another A body My dream has t obe desire Desire Desire is what i want

But for? An? Other?

Do i want another body Not my body? Do i want it Do i want it Do i w-want It

Another body Another person who Iam desiring And do i desire them Do i want them Do i want me Me 60. Me behind the wall of desire I want this to be fun For me Me Me Me me

I want to have fun I want ot have fun I want to have fun

I want to have a good time!! I want to do things that i want to do I want this time to be my opportunity to do more of that Do the things i want because i only have so much time in a day It can be a second space

I want tohave a good time I want to have a good time

I want space I want me and another and my body and other bodies and i want To be known I want to be grand, i want to do well and be good I want to be the most important thing The best thing

I want to be me I want to be the most me I want every direction of me that i want to go far I want to know that i pushed I want to be the meest me the meest me

I want to go in 61. To go in To go in

To sleep To another me To not me To sleep To sleep To sleep To sleep To sleep

I pace around the room once Thrice Enough times and i go off to sleep

To sleep To what i want is listening Its wave sound Its wave sounds

Its becoming!

Its becoming sleep Becomign inverse of me To sleep

Sleep that involves neutralizing me Just find my inverse Find my inverse And i find sleep

And iwant to be warm And know warm And be me and myself and alone and me and warm and me 62. And wme mwwee warm self be my warm self Be sleep Be sslepe

Be warm and me

Be warm and be me

Me sleeping me waking in my daily life me waking Me my day my Day Day

I had an overall good day today! I ate an apple to start An apple

Very late in the day I have not been hungry these last few mornings Not been hungry

Not

Not been that hungry

Its because ive been eating breakfast later and later Later and later it seems

It kept geting pushed back First i didnt eat right at the beginning of the day

Then i didnt eat an hour later And an hour later And hours later

And now I just dont eat til 6, 7 o’clock But i had that apple today 63. It felt earlier than it has lately

Maybe i had that apple around 4

And it was good It was a bright, crisp thing to eat first thing It was like drinking water, i tell ya

But other than that, not a lot has changed today I didnt eat crackers today Didnt have any

Need to get more crackers

And that was it? The whole day is only that apple? That one apple?

There were other moments too. Moments of joy Moments of connection Moments with others Moments with me and myself and someone else

And lots of someone elses

So many someone elses that i havent thought about

But that can be rememebered in another time Another me Another space

Space After i wake up After i am tomorrow and this me will all be gone

Ill get to be someone else 64. Someone new A brand new me

Better than before All the things that i learned today and time i spent sleeping

Ill be the best me i can be

To dip my toes in a puddle To have it ripple To have it ripple out To have my toe in the pond To be in the puddle Blue and lush and full ocean To a tree And ocean beocmign Becoming ocean Be Be Be Bee be Be Bee Be B Rippling out from the pond in the ocean Being the circles that ripple out The water moving away Just being the force involved Not any of the objects

Just

Thinking and writing and knowing Jutst just

Finding peace in it 65. Just being okay with it Just accepting it Wanting to accept it

I want to just be open to it To not be closed Just fully open To fully accept it I want to accept it all

Im getting better at accepting it all I am! I have been accepting life a lot more And im happy

Im really happy And im gonna keep getting happier i am Im going to keep being more me

More fully m e

In the best non-me/me crossbreed that needs to happen for me to be enlightened or something Im gonna do it but for now i need to sleep or something Need to go to sleep Need to go to bed

I have a whole different life to tend to. A whole different set of circumstances I gotta go do different things

I have to go be in different ways The whole set of being is going to be different

I dont know what ill be 66. Ill be someone else A lot of me still

Like im pretty certain that that me is going to have my characteristics mostly

Some things will be different Some might be major

But i feel connected enough to think of that as a me

But ill have different goals than i do now All the things that feel so important now Are not going to be important then

And im sad about that isnt that silly? But of course i would be

But i have to go spend time in that world Which is a scary journey A scary transition

And i dont know if the me tomorrow morning will think a lot like me Or have the same priorities as me

In fact i know that i wont

Ill think i know what i am right in this moment.

67. 68. 7.

69. //In olives, salt is needed to draw out the bit- ter compounds and make them palatable. In cotton, salt is needed to open the fibers to take in more dye. Salt’s role in both is to penetrate the compound, open the structure, and allow movement between the object and the solution surrounding it, leaving the compound part solution and the solution part compound. The compound is now consumable and the solution is now waste.

//To plant an olive, you need to break through the unbrined stone. The stone then begins reaching.

//The dream bed fails its role as a queen size bed because of the clay pillar. It is a bed that blocks conception. It is meant to support horizontality. The clay, because it is unfired, con- tains liquids that make it both heavy and sticky. The pillar cannot be cleanly separated from the bed. It embeds itself into the sheets and mattress and creates a singular bed/pillar. Embed- ding becomes a union of two into one. In this, it is the death of two for the birth of one. This union destroys the role each individual part can serve (the pillar cannot hold, the bed cannot 70. allow) and it instead becomes a singular goalless item (or autonomous). It is no longer bound by the weight of what it is or what it ought to do.

//The unfired clay pillar fails the roles of its names in a similar way. As a pillar it no longer functions as clay; it is a thing beyond clay. The name no longer allows it malleability. Unfired, it lacks the strength of ceramic, but because it is tied to the bed it also cannot be fired. It is stuck in an immutable state of almost usability.

//This pillar also restricts movement of a body in the bed. While an additional (human) body restricts movement it is a malleable restriction. Both bodies can compromise positions with each other. The clay body is an uncompromis- ing one. Its position is fixed.

//In Genesis (see Lot’s Wife), horizontal reaching (or turning toward) is punished with barrenness. This punishment paradoxically takes the form of a pillar. Lot’s wife turns and as she turns, she becomes a vertical structure of salt. Turning to salt involves the body becoming a barrenness that affects not only the self, but the surrounding earth. Salted land cannot grow, cannot change, cannot become. It can only take 71. 72. 8.

73. and then only until saturation. Lost is the ability to change and to become that is essential to being.

//Salt is the clean material of excrement. In tears, sweat, and urine it is the material that acts through sanitation. It is the bodily material of ridding. When someone is said to be “salty” it is because they are thought to be too much of that drying, sucking, pulling thing. Saltiness is an imbalance where there is too much intensity and saturation that other liquids become pulled in.

//Both salt pillars and clay pillars consist of multiple particulates that require an external process of alignment to become a singular mass. Water can work to bind either structure and then applied heat draws that water out, leaving a new physical makeup. This is one method of making many into one.

//Brine is a mixture of water, which dilutes flavor, and salt, which intensifies flavor. De- pending on the ratio (and the drinking body’s ratios), it may or may not satiate thirst. Water is essential to the body and salt is how the body uses it. 74. //Salt, like cotton, has a saturation point. On pouring a liquid into salt, the salt reaches a point where it stops absorbing and the remain- ing liquid pours out. This is the point where the substance stops being one (saturated salt), and starts becoming two (saturated salt and liquid).

//Bleeding involves the internal, solid body leaking out and mixing with the world. Touch- ing blood risks another body seeping into mine. Blood transfer (whether through touch or transfusion), then, functions as a sexual exchange, in that it is one where bodies merge. Regardless of the actual/real mechanics of transmission, blood calls upon a history of disease exchange. This historical calling imbues the materials of the body (and of some bodies more than others) with a virtual/actual danger, so that they must always be handled with a barrier (towel, gloves, masks, condoms) and with an awareness of their now potential/real threat. These fluids move between states of historical and contem- porary danger.

//The danger of the diseased body centers around an inability to maintain life (or an error in the body’s functions) that always holds the 75. Berry a bite of a berry and a descent into nothingness.

Catapulted away from daily life and into sea

Without regret because there is no decision to go anywhere but down. It doesn’t serve a purpose

And you fall down a porcelain slick tube. And you just keep falling.

And falling

And you keep falling

The cold of the tube and the taste of the berry A luscious berry that filled the entirety of your mouth

And the slick of the tube feels neutral. It feels like lightly salted water

You forget you’re falling

Down into a dark tube with an ever opening mouth The walls fall farther away from you

And that berry tasted like falling

You become the berry and the porcelain tube and the dark and the slick of the taste

You feel falling

You fall 76. A warm car with bees. Bees floating in and out of the car’s open windows. It’s a hot 7:00. The bees float into the open car’s windows as if the car wasn’t there at all. They float through the open air on this hot almost-night night. And it smells sweet and hot and heavy

It smells like cooked berries berries berry

And you feel the slick again on your skin You’re falling down the metal Not floating

Falling

And you sink

And it’s sweet

Falling into porcelain slick of the sweet. Fall- ing into open down. Becoming space

Going with

Becoming

Going with. With

With

You scream out your 3rd heavy scream in a row and suddenly you’re filled with the bodily reminder that you just screamed two times prior. Being in the middle of this scream, now, you are aware that you’ve been screaming. That you’ve been you, still here And then screaming 77. You are just screaming This is you. Every effort within you is now concentrated on producing noise. Now. You are only raw screech You collect yourself away from the screech and instead feel pain The pain overwhelms you You are disappearing among the pain The pain is a large mass that’s swallowing the vagueness of you.

You scream against it With the last of your energy you scream and halfway through the scream, you begin falling again

Slick Tube Falling Sweet berry smell and becoming nothing Not being anything Not being Being anything Ocean-water holding you up Sea water holding you up. Floating on it Floating

You follow the flight of the bee down to a big swollen fruit. You notice the bee join 4 or 5 other bees. All of them flying around but not directly into the fruit. All of the bees floating around the mound The smell of rot The smell a carcass makes. Or maybe a melon The sickly sweet scent of a rotten melon, dropped on the floor The smell of animal rot A thawed meat freezer Bees around a carcass

And screaming for a 2nd time in a row. Letting out two short bursty screams. Feeling sweat on your forehead the only thing cold on your entire body. Everything is heat and pink and scream 78. And then pain again Hot in each follicle and radiating out Sweat dots you in small cooling spheres Salty and watery Stinging as it hits against hot skin Small stings on top of large, encompassing waves

Being fully encompassed into falling, into space, into clean porcelain surfaces

This is the joy of falling

Feeling cool wet surfaces against your skin. A mouth full of wet berry. So full you can’t taste anything else. Just sweet and tangy and mouth wetting berry And floating. Floating weightless amidst the falling. Be- ing and becoming and being weightless with berries. a bite of berries and a bite o a

79. 80. Book 2

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89. 90. Book 3

91. Its becoming! that would be of every part of body that can feel and touch It kept geting pushed back ,of course, juts out from the plane with shadows behind being being being bored.

sleepless the things that feed have to grapple with this incomplete worth. It is observant and there, in the bodies she walks to sleep

this dread continues.

It separates out: cannot see, or bring, or take in, as in a big sprawling nightscape of just annoyed and why? the picture. mesh -ing and becoming itself for a second the only spot feels peace in it that makes the leg want them makes the leg want to have a good time! every time a face of greeting comes in that same sugar, friend 92. moments of the first bones didn’t know want as sleeping dogs lie ever present.

to be able to sit longer in a tub, the more that wants to be the most

With the last of energy that crates itself home and joins the branch that hit human into the collective human finding

more crackers and an hour later dry annoyed. Why count space and the best sleep of life in the sleep cycle

//taboo in both cases calls to improperly merging bodies

In begins change becomes able to feel again

The moment skin floats away first and suddenly filled hours later at the end of days of fruit lies inert. 93. in life, she cradles them in her hands. and then pain again

She rose up against his brother in the field, in the field that is the entrance of lying in the sin that Cain rose up against this brother Abel and slayed him. The best best thing

//The farthest human ancestor traces back Lucy. Beyond her, every relative cannot fit “human”.

It would hurt. and she continued to bear: his brother, Abel, the materials, thoughts cool enough to produce fruit.

the Lord turned to his offering

Why has the count and lots of someone elses fallen? has a new bi o logical method to sleep and know, in the moment, know dread replaced its parts 94. warm with the excess liquid that gets pushed from that which persists. bark bodies haunted throughout

enough that can’t constantly feed calcium becomes mud

Thawed, both will starve with others. taste that food distant to narrow spaces to get, no, to go buy eggs and be ready for annoyed and broken down

and screaming animals. smells like cooked berries salting the earth and the Lord

A dream anxiety to maintain and risk misinterpreting tradition shears against itself,

95. maybe desire place place desire can’t imagine

forcingtomake her bo -dy isn’t shaped to sit floa-ting on it. this-is-the-only-tree-where it stays as bits of her are sent blueberry lips they push the Lord and did not turn

trying so hard walk around the depth fight a lot but this memory behind the walls imagined skin sticks like skin

structures begin dying so quickly after ancestor in scale; the Lord films one long nurture dropped onto still little warm feelings. sleep on

96. think a lot like: better than before shares skin probably has felt

The man whose existence risks the taste of the berry gets to be someone else leading up to a street who could for a second could feel how the boys’ room smelled and had to have arm and the taste dead.

smelled the familiar lump there is no season but when built up layer by layer all life of the group in a scar -y transition of skin. a mouth feels so good to think good thoughts with it’s fully seen haunts screams and halfway through the scream of the days

It’s about boredom that can sit beneath the tree and eat, can take up so much space. 97. surfaces again in the next becoming, or step becomes the berry there so that it left only one craving them.

something so //when moving, the largest burden is the bed. Both by dimensions and weight, it lacks the portability of other objects. It is too expensive to throw out or donate. Com- promise mobility for comfort and wait for it to become obsolete. Or stop using beds altogether.

the room was empty except for a single broom and likely much worse

the smell: a carcass becomes dirt which brittles into sand when connection spread out she went arm or leg is going emotional to be known distinctly consisting of the things that make her, before immediately returning it sits in the external and loosely connected offering he made of Appleberry wood with some light peakingthrough the entrance decisions to make. its carbon clay spills in.

98. those also fall under duties of the body in the day: poke at one -closes- it was almost really happy won’t do it again

structurally, multiple things happen- Letting out two short bursty screams Feel-ing sweat on a forehead she could lie so that she fully felt it concrete. its wave sound his sense of smell which had possibly been there for d-e cades this is it it will be forgotten? wanted t o download. his brother Abel the best one. potentially alive. and age - 13/14

Speech and all had fruit for this as moral tasks what persists through not quite snow

down here the longest time gone without sleep 99. when plastic reminded of the beginning of falling. the corpse isn’t turned to Abel and to his offering rot becomes his mystic way. sticks to the side pulls more times

didnt eat an hour later but counted unto Cain or his offering. mother, bumbleberry now, hyper-aware of touch, it pulls moisture. sleeping alone everything starts horizontally but that soup

and she continued to bear and bear sweet fruit, with large bulbous pits. i n the room of picture frames with a name around the pain of want and another trophic body

scream it along a river path this isn’t the want by incest for into the fruit 100. she continued to the joy of falling.

lie in bed //It isn’t only from body that the mattress forms. Each other body leaves an imprint, and the more body im- prints on bed, the more the bed inscribes coupling. It does not merely trace form, but traces the conjunction. to throw out mattress each time a relationship ends. It feels cruel to sleep in the imprint look over millions of years it was bright sleep in mercury want that could stomach removal because relationships try to direct desire to go in hundreds of times but that likely gets into nothingness. want right now is not a real form of nature heart needs but disagrees and if it were to branch out dolls are here too transformation cruelty cooling spheres into one 101. woody, hardened fruit items whose form know with all knowledge and morals, 130lbs of mushrooms, wasted here. only being want understand, it would not have mattered deeply in moments of that world of tuna

repeating in control the Lord said to Cain and to Abel the whole set the smooth surface and the water , like the walls, runs too hot and produces jagged skin but then things don’t just dislocate from the central bulk

sleep to dreams snapping together into the extruder. The tree was pushed in after other foods -translating it

and it needn’t be Yeahhh h hh h on a couch bouncing it between peaceful sleep in berry heaven

102. Cain was able and said do not know a brother. don’t know the keeper of shepherds. have known a brother and the shepherds but now don’t. don’t know any of them. do not know anymore.

and Abel’s voice want to have fun but don’t feel the more tha t m y legs become waterlogged present in the day to this a ct of f alling. surrounded entirely dark exc ept for that which divides into : wood paint tree poking through the sheet branches, snapping desire legs that wouldn’t make it out, for no enforceable reason He turned to Abel his firstborn. the weight of the inability

g. floating weightless amidst the infection starts misunder- stood And the Lord can rule over it And the Lord said to the body keep getting happier would it be to not be the next iteration of a day of maintenance c a t a p u l t e d 103.

it’s cool there, cold even to sit in want and salt

Looking out farther, Cain, makes the object after the skin into a texture to contain beneath a tree sighted vision falling for this sleep

Writing before the group tomorrow morning right at the beginning of the day and changing for a 2nd time in a row t he connection in small but undesired ways. sle eping on the the rules of estrangement sheet of the whole fruit. could will be enough could want be enough thinking enoug -h thoughts to fall into discovery. That’s maybe all want in this space

her scream 104. touchable yet

someone else has the sudden feeling they are now concentrated on

Sometimes gets to haunt the dread before it’s also clinging to everything compact, complete that came with gradually more and more all the things that lifted in through the hole teeth touch that memory sacred where Cain spoke to force the connection legs starting to rot they were so bizarre in plastic becoming sleep other bodies merging feel intense moments of con- tent so overcome with moments of bumble berry flying.

falling, into the dream end of a staircase island

Cain slew his brother soft brought the firstborn mother to a parking lot to pace around wanted to be able to feel them and was told, secondhand, this salt 105. a t this porcelain point, sleeping pills sweat on continuously everything follows

bees. All of them flying to sleep brought up on the warm of skin that Cain brought

There were others in the ground entering the water, with more force than they hit she tells that she grew

It’s also about joy that smells like it. This is by: waste against body waste forces out away from fights off the urges for painted eggs. anyone more than

his brother Abel was a shepherd of flocks and Cain was not close with him clinging to and in the metal, It’s not meditative.

reunion, ends a brand new bodily reminder Lucy ‘s fruit in widening 106.

done. the mushroom, that now starts now still, feeds sleep like an angel Without floating the s mell of a certain fungus -Lucy becomes Sima, the voice

the only way it could’ve gotten into being great as wolff-ish itt builds now 5 of her bones.

why has the count of their fattest flooded w ith parts of skin floats away first. lingering on air that is not 65° one walk near the river after waking up in the outline of a body noticing the moment but also the field that Cain rose through

Zucchini is a very bad discovery -that’s common taboo

to explain to the relation of falling asleep to insert another mound 107. sometimes this relieves the body through time but it feels even further beyond the limits The water works its wa- y from the outside in, not

to carry the belief of potentially looking at night.

speciation is dependent on reproducibility trees hunger with the need to move , maybe less and less every time , out of that the others sleep soundly denaturing the image they’ re stuck with

makes Ethiopia the abstracted

skin. It’s a thick

move from the bed. It cannot move off the bed wit -hout becoming less

But there’s some wires and connectors that don’t! that were discovered/uncovered/extracted To sleep

108. the disgusting feeling, she is born with gardens plots where nothing can grow, and the clay body perhaps of the fruit of the dream woman

It’s a thick name again. Firs t sides to make sure no one could make sleep with the picture I t feels good to think thoughts of j ust being there w ith a lon g stair case in the middle o f it Someone new and sleeping perhaps the hunger other bodies want only time falling to s leep in a tent it s wave sou nds turn to Cain to focu s on sending si gn als

in it- pear berry -don’t eat it carved worry a bit deeper than it could go, losing 109. more touch until it broke. if death could think the longest thought and be generative, it’ll hit branches not to improve, so that the spectre of uncertainty was a ping pong table not a hard nothing

Cain rose against His and the tree, not as an offering to the Lord of the days, the legs start to keep pain.

She sits silently about the origin. had that apple expected to feed others today

over sleep, the infection starts.

it’ll feel like a choice This isn’t the slapping of his room smelling so heavily of sweat. in an egg in a Lucy in the pond behind the wall of desire in the day which, returning to mud, for half of 1934

nothing may grow falling. She remembers 110. now it came to leaves and grasses.

his brother Abel is salt he’s the sea that lists Lucy among pig and chicken and a fungu s that eats more than another’s ego, eats more than speech eats the entirety of abject feelings that might come to a shep -herd of flocks

it thickens with legs the water works its way from the outside in, this works fine

structure this and the guilt sticks there was one Cain likely related to cause of death became the inverse of fruit of the soil and an offering like the danger just fully open he contracted a disease she slumps over chin and lips. the cl ay 3 berries anything else sweet all the limb likes in Lucy: 111. to be enlight ened

hop e it outlasts the skin. reproduce as a human pulled by it to have a whole like sw eat, j ust born

And the Lord and Cain said she continued w -ith years of datable sediment

not right enough to want follow the flight falling with a sewing machine table that falls in one motion now it came it, whether foot or milk, might sink in that ruins in the mushroom, beyond saving to be different

the falling in the ocean repeats that and needs her still animal products,

rotting in the center, redder than a berry

112. red than the berry being forced into a room with a tree. what’ll have to s pend time once count has fallen one berry And this is the dream tha t fi lled the entirety of the bedding on a high shelf maintained hunger before, through original sin before even when hope expects to smell a plant

sleep tight resembles mother’s, father’s, no-one’s jump and let go to sleep

some that she won’t last in a singular form and feel the room once without screens animals that eat other animals recount trees, wood but are reminded to understand ancestors and those bits pull more and more body to them getting older She hands wax off surroundeding the space. 113. The sea creates from underneath and then

pulling up a person, a grandmother independent towels dust and the calcium and didn’t stop for the grandfather’s arrival supports these structures she’s falling.

skin sticks and moves as it’s pulled s leep next to onto it, stabbing the mold

clay feels like lightly salted water all-

the clay wouldnt speak guilt wouldn’t close eating breakfast later and later a breeze does desire them as they eat 67” of flesh, on a couch acros s from sleep disorders she can’t speak because

soup does to one what 114. quali ty sleep does to the other it’s a bath for the relief from barrenness and why has every genealogy spoke n in surprise on skin of the fruit of the soil, means

it is not so that it improves so that it will be forgotten? If played with, it just screams in the cramped room with curtain soft and all the foods go anywhere but down becomes woman

in shape if the water is hot enough, or there is enough agitation, small s eeds start s tarving in an old style alone in

or living the best life slick,

want to improve 115. badly. The whole day has died only miles from the color

it annoyed Cain, her house and he tried to group together piles of salt memories of a similar figure in shape, not in form.

and he didn’t acknowledge one step toward the decision to go eating and then becoming in the national museum carrying this set loading acknowledging the other. beechberry wasn’thope. but to Cain and his sleep it successfully meant being considered human

of its components. in different ways moisture fir -st hits bone, these are all the ways of communicating: just accepting it being pushed and extruded sublimating while falling down the metal. a crack in a femur left to get scraped becomes unnecessary. elbow and n 116. avel

purchased from some bees floating repeating that no one is his brother, The Lord and to Cain said where his brother Abel was. And he said do not know his brother the role in explodes out. floating.

A space think sand kno w swhat has a direct link pushing out a tree mother and select out all the food Cain did not turn did not worry people //Bestiality combines sex with called disease due to difference. Bodies committing bestiality are unable to safe- ly merge due to difference. These bodies call (imagined) disease (e.g. AIDS, malaria, mad cow). Myths surrounding the origins of disease reinscribe the link between the taboo sex act and the impending death of the body pain. feet. geometrically its body is too soft -rot written down falls

find the inverse of the collection to do different things 117.

thing, can’t rid the earthy look down to where on earth. And the Lord said to Cain, Where is the brother of Abel’s broth -er? And he said, brother’s keeper does not know

fears and Lucy the Australopithecus hated countenance fallen before a task maintaining

throughout. She felt likely to ripple out

negative of a long staircase

the legs are beyond saving ready to taste without

bags circles reminded of

the daily want to listen to eggs until they bring still sleeping the earth, a transfusion 118. returning up this could be all she crushes down and did not count that they remind her of chin against fingers want in- g to be sure be sure she didn’t respond to the force involved if it wasnt so mundane. every animal has this connective tissue and it annoyed his countenance another person desiring who is slick again

vegetables of the bee and of Sima but other than that,

between vagueness //The dream places Lucy, the queen sized bed, and the body into the same space. Placing Lucy and the body in the same bed the haunting of disease in a space between beastiality and incest, a queer call. Lucy named ancestor, regardless of the degree of separation, merging with role as family and sex spoken, the ghost of incest haunting. Lucy named austrilopthicus, the distinction between human and non-human is therefore drawn and created when combined with the introduction of sex, that merging becomes bestiality. Lucy’s body becomes a site where disease is conjured forbidden/taboo unions bodies that are both too similar and too dissimilar for merging.

Lying there, 119. off from redundancies, the point of her fall. Carrots, though, are hardy. This isn’t ground where thoughts lost on it list, -century -steamed -pickled -fried, soft-

trapped by bed she tells the bodily that it has lately flocks of the fattest, destroyed and mouthfuls of berries feel like a Portrait with highly sin, lying, and it is that longing like other crunch

The sticky skin of hers fighting gravity as she walks and maybe she could stay here.

why be annoyed and know if the

hard-boiled were in the field, It happens twice more and by the third time lord of the end r emoved the complexities and see round 120. Goose skins rupture and juice constant testing and fear. touch one while baking sometime. to destroy

the animals touching the bone both assured this is real b ut this is that time between. //beyond the dream is nothing. process called sleep around which is fully committed with a little it came to pass when they were in the field, in- the field that rose up to perform the crate, as Cain tilled the soil smell of rot to fill with joy or relief or complete certainty it’s not the space

through her, now find the inverse and the doorbell now occupies the same plane as the wall does. trying to communicate two bodies neutralizing incorrect bodies could think wonderful fully free changing. that apple? The body is conical 121. an apple the water sits and screams against it. count fallen carried by the dirt carried by insects

At this point, shaped with a sphere on top more things eat other things moments too, everything and feeling guilty glue, screws connectors of of failed conception There’s certainly

taste through the moments the moments could’ve felt font like sleeping and Cain spoke as the rest falls through as the valve lifts a core sample on her leg and she feels slick perfect and she doesn’t feel pulling it had a similar pull a lot still good night sleep to push the water out and wake up continuing helping fish sexualities

now its a pull that felt incapable of applying pre- 122. sure to a rock it was an image that anything could happen

Be desensitized to it. Falling in a concrete room, rectangularly greet her elaborately one who remembers her alone and warm and wrapped up in sleep paralysis and Abel was a shepherd of flocks and Cain was a tiller of the soil grass hidden below a series of stacked cross sections reverberate the time she’s slept before Lucy kisses the tree and the forest spending time thinking in a pot with more water, blood and urine at the entrance, and moves a plate,

becomes space so heavy and embedded that one increasingly bodies sheets and mattresses a public merging that once birthed something that birthed water hot enough or with enough agitation, she places down the font without more sugar to sustain.

beneath bones not 123. in sleep discovery: in the puddle on one side the bone crumbles that’s near the center of fear and once it reaches the bone, in the mill. distance is not sitting first sleeping in the room, the room may have led to her death. with its sets of rituals practiced , but real joy,

up against Abel’s becoming and desiring what was recently purchased and dreams of falling and once it reaches the bone, forefinger felt too much. sweet berry smell eaten and before that, all minerals and it’s it’s salt. and wants to be warm She fell visiting the tree daily stops sleep forever as the bones deteriorate

name internally may be a little longer actions forward snap with non-rotten integrity 124. all particulates agree to the broom, Cain rose to the room fitted to the trees height, a routine of good sleep she’s been in by death

sleep away a name and sheep, of the firstborn her pressure on the branch Somebody might fondly remember childhood nightmares

but can’t pull bits of clay self persists he has submitted an offering to Cain and to his offering //a reach toward Lucy, in title. Small stings always have the tiny chance to slowly burst in sleepgear every effort

from disgust to poisoning in this dream space learned today time spent sleeping

to keep going. who thinks and does worry that 125.

f orced under . her body too small to course guilt for these feelings of dread and then up through heaven and then the bones continue to crumble as her hands slipped

reach up to the machine and tomorrow and this will all be anything to ruin. gone of relief berry to the meaty core reminder of the equal parts ceremony his brother Abel paranoid about the moths feels like the greatest sleep deprivation, brother

slew him. Day won’t see anymore as she pulls a- way from the same bed , carried by fungi and animals. They picked dots from one burr ,sticking feels to do it certain that that the salt feels like both even now, writing that direction scatters off 126. and she grabs grandmother’s parts where, if the concrete was poured in, she doesn’t touch and knows she shouldn’t The wedding forms of pain the skin will ignore scary

Theseus can rule over that almost featureless

falling. s lick porcelain sweet //Both taboos create a disabled body in the taboo. Once acted upon, the incest or bestiality is marked as a non-productive member. One who does not produce. This sexual merging disables into a non-whole. a circle in the concrete there always there there sometimes sleeping in new places

included ore pours sleepy egg so tired from walking

against body they live in skin a raw screech -Sara

127. only 2 people had to correct or allow his 43” tall ice

half different, spent enough thinking alone it bursts the materials it might emulsify into a joke of gold

and wheat berry

wouldn’t be able to talk to the larger wa- warm- warm self to the larger warm self

but smaller than a

grandmother s forgotten nice longing to rule over it. may too situated

salt becomes snow. out from the pond sad she passed through not hungry rain makes mud not at once. with the little longer tube everwanting to wide- n

this isn’t an important saw in a supermarket passed by it isn’t the size 128. of the pass at the end of not being watched

different life removed and unplanned and she felt it sleep over her finger. a purpose // anachronistic distance is what binds. remains in periphery. linked to by physical and proximal distance. Because it is not close (physically or temporarily), it is within vision. paradoxically, its distance maintains it. is nothing the pain wasn’t that to sing to sleep

in the same language- sleep well and it bursts. Lucy, home in name and

married to him, fully trying to cook the perfect egg seen as some cylinder soon sit in a tub, know not to believe it any bigger

then, a little longer disowned sleeping, in beauty like drinking water 129. when starving

This is the night of the ceiling and the placement in its texture. sleeping through bags s weat

egg in the carton of a berry go through an entire water point forced or chopping or frying

okay with: height - so important sea water -holding up face, and each face is so so good near a in a couch to sleep in the open in the cut caused soil caused soil for the other trees screech and instead feel

not tree.

out in the porcelain

t oday constantly birthing t he process of the other parts

130. and then

an offering divine maybe it had 4 apples to want one right now every day

find sleep ecstatic a tiller of soil survives

the water evaporates up and fills the tree of pleasure Lusse means there is another

Abel bought the money off of her in a good day as inhuman family but it’s hard to look at something- Abel said of his offering: don’t sw ay when smell comes in claiming that one apple? it will be forgiven of you it would branch indefinitely, hungry these last few mornings 131.

unfamiliar, Abel slew him and Cain the act isn’t the best version of dipping toes in a puddle the group pushed through a tube to opportunity to do more ears and feet adjacent //a halted landscape didn’t work as hard break into taboo tracing back a person about choosing

to own, conjecture self and experiences know that wont snap the weight-of-it would cope snapped against good thoughts that could stay in this dream

melon, dropped stomach. But without, she’s really falling salt and diluted water back. but this one after sleepwalking 18 memories of given condolences. She falls maybe starving 132. and that youth was in politeness resisted commenting it’s inconstant recurring fear it is the closest to make

and and it the tree is not a tree as it sits and doesn’t serve the sort that feeds off awaiting results, body fills with nausea the same kind of fungus to slip into The longer parts don’t imagine

and it is: two cylinders for arms moments with others the room sleeping aids but: there was a room, felt

rippling boredom through pressure in the water in the bone moment as the olives touch

these compounds build and build to rule over it down to a big measurement to retrieve nervous ego 133.

not that hunger seen longer as the Lord unto Cain said why have the legs become waterlogged.

original sin from t -he bumbleberry gave the ability to walk upright and the Lord turned for not knowing that there Cain the tiller and the Lord turned to minerals, or nothingness all the air between maybe, but certainly not a talk in sleep jumbled but not oblique the best thought bodies were tasked with the certainty of falling and can only just barely understand the sea and ocean becoming

to make it that much less strange t hat’ll need to sit alone, time go beneath her catching grains and

pulling moisture. desire, to sleep 134. quick and not want superego to go to id rotten by some crossed picked make that starts falling away. but in the water/bone

dark passes down in an awkward car ride where speech doesn’t line up with anyone else’s and her sister, in this brief moment producing one two three berries.

there’ll be another Sheets, mattress, pillows, frame, headboard dirt watery //the body becomes a strange site then. coming out they are brought into that futurity. Their body begins to be seen. but it still hasn’t committed the original sin of that first sexual contact. . Timeless but not formless, or bound- aryless. that makes that body lose its boundaries. This is the period where it has potential for sex.

sleeping in Ethiopia out of diet. no more day all that connects blending in rolls important regret because on that fruit an an 135. -swer of sleep priorities starve as it lets know that it isn’t quite inside but it’s definitely not outside.

grandparents with long walls -seemed so long allow it any pain that’s the about any richer

meld with the skin of this new and simple network which is a knowledge less and less considered. or that that money was controlled carrying the set of materials here, lucy wants to have fun

and this set of tasks was: firstborn of his flocks saw less and less of the other? this process still continues an d the lord, the bones

the relationship with Lucy the best it can be

136. a- and she contuined to bear starve scream, now, held her as immediate as a key gravitated towards and lightly stood up in sleep Abel

at the same time, past the end of days that purified grew from eating her, not knowing where to use speech but still signaling human form

where it snows transformed into a stable of bones from one seat in a room through grocery lists

meant to hold small air separately on top of the water came the Lord

to come back and keep lucy

feeding the branch, and mushrooms and bacteria eating an accepting life This is floating.

137. Mounds perfectly sized to eat them all at once. to eat the burr on the tree bathtub , producing noise now only wanting to go in to

the primordial soup name not of warmth testing the walls fall

chin becomes the tree. and feed the offspring olives

but of course to do good in the yeast

it’s far enough feeling

juices apples start falling. and suddenly, from sleep unto Abel the side outside how ever many more ti mes reme mebered in another time could n eed to sa ve -grand he sit ate, but she felt that hesitation 138. collect away basement felt as if feel-good and thoughtful thinking was born of two daughters. or maybe a melon

boiling momentarily along the side of the tree all the strings leading to confess the need to sleep or something and imagining the sea has ancestors it felt neutral without turning and that annoyed Cain A dream left.

what makes everything negative, if this cycle doesn’t end? has ordered base rotted? Otherwise, everything wills a a dream meat eaten. a positive would grandmother the time between: thinking fast enough Cain brought little, tiny seeds But that wasn’t the reason the sickly sweet scent 139. of grandmother leaving the house because of skin, she says and purchased a v- ersion of it against her

As a tangy inevitable scratch on water, the death slowly starts That fear of being consumed sits and thinks and lives and sees

the offering of: another space in different ways this isn’t impact //The bones operate in this way. They are unknowable and resist desire as a facsimile of a facsimile of a person.

in a room, becoming Lucille Ball sitting amidst water wedged against one, Abel slew him

needed to and meant to go where the sheets become each other sheets that are thinking and writing and knowing 140. in the berry, carbon becomes another stopping point that Cain had brought

tohave a good time and think about power

going to taste the grandmother so rotting, she, continually bore

month that craving just, just as it hits her headless human excavation. burr into finger and feel the crook between her stairwell or something drafty enough sle eps now blow the branches past their lips and the

changing of lifestyle on windows that moths flew in an innate desire, after being kept days in the bottom, unable to touch the moldy sides and wash them

141. and by this see the body

and the sheer desire to brush past

A story in nothingness a single point

of ever being the butteriness of the aligned shifting into one row a dribble character that would shepherd flocks Abel! Abel the firstborn weighing weightless berries the undiscovered

doorbell painted over something. something that’s human and has to sleep up just large enough to fit a tree.

consents, eats without experiencing hits against added steps coming to the ocean in it. giving it a descent to be formed: dream feel anxious 142. scream

each dream contained Lucy thrice sitting walking alone on a path of combined walked places wide with the birds that grew from her

she never saw them, but knew

of clay,

the only thing cold

going to have, to die, to sleep, find god new clay with rain humankind being that greatest ribbing of a replica.

if closed eyes were too abstract there is more than supple, shaped mud

sin felt different f -rom lying, and to lie is to long 143. but to rule over it and poke at another beneath that tree the first meal and how much there was through the law, big steps alone toward a scary someone else live done joy through falling onto the first, however many and see carved into the sides to be laid on ancestors wrapped in paper

estranged bodies. Now the celebration of it all, touches the head of the other and her chin, not being anything marked them as outside

body in a gradual fading Lucy arrises cold a lot more falling screaming small, kept his count creates and curates new handfuls of 144. printed sleep in a second space meat altogether Lucy to one side sleeps within fish not

juice outlined painted for others’ moment, she fell feeling a dream: everything is a drink rinsed in scalding blackberry There is no immediate decision

a blackberry is plenty but an orange is too discovering something new comes out less and less accurate

constantly tubing, hot in each wanting to be seen in-

definitely in this s ame vegetable taboo tube in sin lying leather up and presses it into a dream where he bears his brother Abel and Abel 145. happens feels cool wet mounds of purple or green berries a pillar now caught in a shimmer just barely passing se e //the tree punishment something in the sky with Going with With Lucy touches it suddenly relieved desiring another it. she fell gradually pantry of childhood meat, taste she realizes

the negative poke through very late cut it down,

without impact of what a human tube

another body less and less thought about floats separately o 146. -n top of the water. The trees took

extreme moments of joy in a baby and stop to consider more moments left with corpses

but as floating ancestors farther fill filaments meant for

sleeping garments

family plastered to the grandmother’s wall bearing no things more condensed

dense muscle of Cain Why are what creates farther away from the salt that survives built up layers pushed 1974 joyous apple berry resisting who occasionally have to be touching everything then muscle and tendon 147. and all the other things that make water move away his brother Abel, who thoroughly had to ripple to have the ability to enter the duty to carry these materials forward. a tub,

beetberry pressure he can’t rid will be longer and faster and t hinking good and thoughtfully the materials might emulsify yeast falling urge gives all at once annoying his countenance Trying to maintain self this woman, moves from didnt eat and she made it so that the top branch of the tree just barely kisses the ceiling the next second, the whole thought of fruit that can’t live gets disrupted

to hot leather these organisms 148. go to:the tree the room, the occupants, the bed every rot runs through berries on the nose of a creature that it dots so that it doesn’t have the strength the interest the grandmother steps again naming the 5 available bones: open Cain juice Lucy leg and then the screaming eve, this way the third berry falls in internal steps enough t o slide waking in daily life waking does notimprove ,however at the entrance of cut down sin, everything will float coming out so that it doesn’t lead the taste of the tree.

149. body part could easily sleep like a log

unbeknownst the egg inhumanly scrapes the nothingness into a pool for a tube knowing no one will fault the product. the pain overwhelms blue and lush and full ocean the days that Cain brought his offering full of wet berry so full

satisfaction positivity of no one else starving to parse out salt to determine what’s bone involved when things fail to support a side, may be deprived may be warm

this moment threatened the smell. t he dream, from that mud, the rot exists here too that would steal a sock thigh feels seen

stinging as it 150. extends, shaping the middle of this When another bore his brother Abel, sheets undulate to include and lay down and fully encomp -ass down harder

And she continuously bore his brother but lost the physicality of the act, or the impossibility the act, or the impossiblity of the physicality of the act grandmother skin could do this long enough would meld with

bumbleberry in a way that can understand that tree under she

writing from the animal, australopithecus into and until a love- Lucy the outside of the house is now part inside. 151. wanting to maintain what’s left by her no amount of eggs here in a a bed exceeding a corpse and his hot skin dreamed, craved them. it is grotesque to have to teach the most distant relative to become ancestor to be able to wrong the freedom now

and fall down and she fell to the ground in a thought she would never free from

and simultaneously in flocks, the Lord hasn’t eyes and bones to see

vagueness of infertile sand jumped behind with one hand out and mourns the taste of substances fun forever feeding from the child 152.

whose eyes sleep and never speak of Cain spoke to Abel

acid or heat unravel w-want want fish in their purest feeling and branch hits He did not turn laying on one onception owned.

68 directions to the tenuous, now moisture first hits the floor, bone can’t sleep but is aware and smaller than the switch. now it passed in Ethiopia faces fill the pillows and mattress with the slightest knowledge of it. he did not turn unto the shepherd with the fattest of the flock. He did not turn unto an offering or unto Abel a pillar journeys every half through her body items that dreams cannot ruin mold Is it not so that along the tongue can’t dry? she is 153. a woman on a fallen chair, leaves to America in the same disease, feels engaged and after the first new branch that persist, pine berry moments like this through sleepless nights and Lucy

involved, her back explaining even if it did imagine them through memories sometimes it doesn’t function anymore doesn’t want another body chin could satisfy the encompassing waves she feels

as the plate and the berry shoots back, many more branches fling methods and eggs at her forefinger alone at night

to fill Cain and soil, so annoyed, about wanting not to be

naked in 154. wet clay dreams go knowing preservation of thinking good thoughts seeing out popping

tube and the dark

the day wasn’t singularly on her mind becoming swallowed thinking they need a small daily level and he fell and he turned fruit scared to be seen he turned unto his wood fashioned the wood into lips and opened into a great thought eyes and mouth came pricking from sleep, managing to fell the beetberry

All of his moment at the form, makes

olives, or descends stick into her skin boredom becomes the bed 155.

Desi-ir-ing branches. No more near

could be the thoughts of life worth living

when it’s spoken. incensed, this by the University at nothingness could immerse them in the entirety of the stretch until 6, 7 o’clock

a crate carries to sleep that ready to hear it. that allows it to accept all that isn’t entirely family. cylinder, still tinged with fear that shouldn’t stay healthy the hunger innately pricking at desire had 10 years ago, father shakes Abel , the firstborn of the flock, as bites of berries within the last 20 years end for another to not accept it all offering a bee, he did not turn 156. an even greater thing w ill be different sleep averages both in the room without sleep and the thought of improvement forgiven life he was a teenager, open to it she pushes an instant.

an overall story into salt.

unto Cain a

berry a bite o f taste a luscious berry sick

then muscle and tendon the shiva of the touch the same night as Lucy hike in a row watching her.

Her first reaction has t obe desire she has less: hope 157. taste strength so much eating so much mo re sleep with one open preparation from favorite to least to fit repeating remembering their first memory of sweat firstborn of his most intimate fruit to share becomes easier to say no,

Going with, accept the circumstances merging kept \ separate, naked in the was

not closedbut the best version of seeing dying. wiped out tasting the ripple out of child not knowing desire or coldness

won’t eat won’t starve and from this vision of unity God did not turn unto the field in Seattle sleepless 158. the superego may argue from shock upright, close to god it surely isn’t

with bees floating in and out of the sleep-inducing circular sounds to go be and do with berry? to go to a fiery bed ahead of her

generate as the word is heard that the branch the berry in her came to the Lord and the end of being desired. and others move against a bed. test and create //Lucy like Eve lead to painful birth and slew him and his brother Abel sweet father’s mother announces before imagining still and she’ s never realized

the head long enough, the strange sound of berry balances the baby’s sleep against the perspective of falling lightly

159. desiring itself and forgets falling. the best crossbreed-

titled reproduction and life - 13 she hit it

of death before the grotesque, disappearing amon g the pain

with an egg with a an? //The fear of a foreign body becoming more body than the fear of a rising count. It is the risk that the body’s defense system is crumbling marks where she picks body pushed onto the sheet.

to be grand, before the Lord with his offering so many someone elses awe

and sad and silly and all at once,

only death in an olive tree and pacing into a clean porcelain home with a broken and a being 160. journey she grabs

sleep that involves all the other things she’d been nervous to

make unto Cain meals from Cain brought

blackberry to sleep pe ople won’t see sleeping in the superego to pass when they experience the falling generating Abel, his brother, and spoke to Cain- but this tree produces and returns up to a dream

of contact between two not so that they can improve the smell of animal rot but to come to pass Abel, it’s a story using and taking in the individual in the fattest of the flock

craving, after a bout of growing everyone else has smelled it 161. s mell of mouth pushes discovery into Lucy dying immerses them in

in the Lord said to Cain and where is Abel. brother did not know brother nor keep er? mouth insect of

her body spread divine reflection laughed

she continued negative feeling constantly caught in the space between them and

receiving a good birth and to smell cheeses improve the entrance of the m outh wetting berry. sounds for sleep imagine ancestors appearance wouldn’t profit and become nothing the time she’s

now fallen probably without achoice. 162. living a life thinking thoughts about feeling thinking the best thoughts well and most efficiently she was protected after the fall

mystically

//The notion of end keeps tracing back. It is the knowledge of apocalypse. inability to Perhaps it is live in this that lines lead here, sure, but more than that. The lines aren’t external . contain the lines. not merely a point at the end of the lines. contain biological instructions for the lines. and she was a rough almost-but-not-quite thought in the periphery

it would rot if pulled together branches

rippled out. she can’t dry them in the time before.

But that can be regret around the mound. The body came unto the

bad blood

the farther back

163. this body layers thick, layer of 3.5 million year old berries feel things now without need in front of a fan at the moment of release. At the same time, this moment wears down at first, a broom look s out into the empty room. worried it will be forgotten. as fingers let go. The sort of mysticism that need to get a toe worried of falling into transitions through parts from what remains he did not turn, it would be to fall while sleeping a handful of clay and the longest sleep recorded at the University of Texas reduced to salt to starve. can’t refuse salted bundles of sticks and leaves all over her house what did not come out from the tube would be at the end

turning unto 164. what was familiar and modern leaves salt bone past the soil and the offering telling it, in that moment to fully infiltrate not a lot has changed disgust feels connected enough to think of a collection bigger than self at an angle eggs never knew

for a while they feel falling.

body, too, becomes harder as it sinks to communicate.

bigger than a pale pink lord said and signed forms This all feels like not wanting berries. poetic thoughts could be: cutting out rot. continuing falling the story of her

sleepy thought was real time said to Cain said 165. to Abel and to the Lord- see, do not know brother. do not keep. do not keep up ocea- n water holding up keep

If it were to take into a bland thick breeze bright jammy marmalade cooked red red berries outside something that wants to do the action and pass that that has no other

bees around the edge of the bed vaguely and fully accepting it

no longer understanding his count, trying to learn his count

laying eggs with the admission of exploding agree to that to the Lord. the first layer makes death believe it is floating because buying didn’t collapse to the left of desiring dreams embedded 166. in her finger -to this story

boysenberry impacted. . . ready to go through this moment for eternity It tells, through form, just go to the only tree with feeling worth

two offerings some nostalgic notes might sink evolving and immobilized some might be major myths with small wooden figurines really falling to communicate, Cain counts crisp things-to-eat-first eggs over the layers in space count fallen to have a good time of the mill’s metal dream fun that can be discovered and now eating is just the greatest taboo in tasks of swollen fruit. Notice the bee //appetite for food. Hunger, desire as both talk of the broom 167. slowly

nightmares of a ship of being gifted the ship.

there in the field, Cain rose up, and stretched further away from self, sitting happening to want to go far The sound of the room perfect pear berry

which trunk just barely fits through a latch, diamond, to be important, and feel a warm car fight against the suction wrapped in paper with a total freedom a new apartment lying in its longing but can rule over it containing taboo that needs to happen

left with string became of a different set feeling the crack along her femur emotional Cain said to offering He is

bigger at the edge 168. but a forest of trees consumes the meat, iron

the broom’s presence the another the room creates color and the color sat s trawberry The rules of sleeping in the tub

the metal end can’t stay involved here in conception

the slick tube and

all of its olives go away plant faces the figurine dreams mostly compacted the room mostly compacted no longer allows multiple things to happen Maintaining, utmost soaking to pick from it, but produces so few She’s shocked by how similarly in that space, the body is ungrounded. eggs getting better characteristics that don’t feel nausea from the priest here with 169.

the certainty of worth Falling cream feels worth a book to spread lift down with sleeping mind walking upright, another key leads to that space and to climb through so many ladders that eating animal becomes a reaching animal

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