A line upwards, then downwards, it points to a dim pulsing star that sounds like m y heartbeat. “Of the color of the color of . ” In the structure excavated from the side of the hill. But it’s this way all the time , not just right now.
I am puzzling over puzzles, the one that casts the widest spectre goes some thing like .
Plotting a dotted line dash dot dash dot dot dot dash dot dot dot dot dash dot dash dash dot dash dash Whenforwards to go backwards I am up and down again the lip of a gunwhaling scream. When I open my self in this way what . and what how to keep it all precious lock and key silvered green with the age I currently am. which is . brand new slip of paper in my pocket. It says, You are the night that I miss . If i am not tendered by the ocean liners. Then i am made of glass.
But i don’t know for how long. The length of a dot is one unit. A dash is three units. The space between parts of the same letter is one unit. The space between letters is three units. The space between words is seven units. Between i between me between you could be I am un clear of how to unit the unit of measure. Uniting the unit of measure and . To keep it safe. to un til A most ancient structure and I recognize though I haven’t seen for a while.
from a handle held by my hand and in the belly of a cypress tree. pyramids of salt . And there is an animal that looks sort of like a rabbit next to the water, she is wait ing. The woman in her hands there is a . And in my dream there is some one who remembers every thing I do, only she says it all back to me
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I suppose I’ve been think ing
Living in the of trojan horse where massacre is sewn under the guise of ” humanitarianism ” , bunk to begin with , — and I pause. and the map in my mind appears . to draw the linkages between how violence across the world feeds the violence of the machine which is the lie which is the truth of the united states . the truth that is the lie .
I am interested in, history interests me, the past interests me because it is that which foments the time that is currently nnow. passes through the mouth. And it’s june now so we’re all supposed to face a grand distraction and be thankful that if we wanted to we could all be gay flight attendants or some thing when its those same companies are running arms to wage genocide. And I’m thinking of something specific. which is the alaska airlines float . And i’m thinking of the pictures of the parades the computer shows me . and where all the money goes. All of it floating away .. the thoughts , I mean. the money, it feeds the war machine.
June june june Yes I return to I remember how it all started . police raids on trans people, homeless youth , queers . butch dykes, trans women throwing the first punches. And because the eye trains onto “How it all began.” though of course before Stonewall, there was Cooper’s Donuts and Black Cat and the Biltmore invasion and the Patch .. raids all across “america” .. violence violence violence
And i think of all that existed before, before destruction, i think about that which has been destroyed and replaced with control , violence. and I think about what it all is now . money and . merchandise So i think about now what the word itself means .. And i think about how it is used right now And and and the distance that has emerged . from where we were and where we are.
And here i am with all of these doors open in my mind. So i return to some of the things that I return to when I continue to open more and more doors in my mind . Some of which perhaps you have seen before ,
The Combahee River Collective statement, produced by the CRC, Black feminist lesbian organization out of Boston, in 1977.
Always more to say. but now it is late . And i am out of time
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