a presence inspired by the production of perpetual passion. or perhaps vice versa. processual prose for the preservation of captivating moments. memory must exist to exist. i capture moments to make it so.
"claudelean are you awake?" always. "if you could have one wish what would it be?" for an instant to forget my body.
with a mind of material, i attempt to write out what is within. it helps me forget my body to make matter.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Lips kissed, kissing kissed. -J.Joyce, Ulysses.
Lips are in motion Ocean to ocean to ocean, ocean to ocean to ocean Paris is calling Falling, we're falling, we're falling... -Blondie, French Kissin' in the USA.
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