AA

Big eyes, flat teeth, glossy lips, round face, she opens her mouth and we feel her thick accent. It’s Alabama, the United States, and in America it suits her. Her hair is flatter than the palm of my hand, draped tight around her face. Intensely she is flooding systems. She knows her power and she’s gonna do it (and this is mystic). You’re spell bound and out of touch and circling when she embodies method and she’s getting stronger than a teen witch that teen dreams bodies. First of all, these panties are a small and I don’t wear a small. Second of all, I don’t even wear panties unless I’m going to the doctor. She’s surprised, or angry, sits in front of a brick wall her hair blends in with shades of red. She’s on the show this man (the host); grey hair; turtleneck; square face; boxed ears. He’s surprised she hasn’t done it already. Cherilyn (Chip’s wife) says the evidence is overwhelming (Chip cheats) but needs a test to prove it. I’m looking at them and I nearly dropped them, because there’s this big, huge in the middle of the crowd gasps I cheated on my blind husband with his teenage daughter.

 

I don’t need to know that (there is just no way) we don’t need to know that, Cherilyn.

 

Her son is earnest, bigger than faces. The lie detector test will prove if Chip is cheating on his newlywed wife. Her son smiles softly, he wears a t-shirt by G-Unit and his hair is cropped (shaved sides). In the future he gets bigger. Husky sized and frequent.

 

Double wedding monastic struggle. I didn’t need to say it (laughter). You’re married to this guy. She gets hysterical when he hosts the show. Words get bleeped out when she articulates. Her face is round, it’s getting rounder, when she’s wound up it’s hard to watch. When she gets boring, nobody feels things enough (I don’t believe her).

 

TEEN WITCH is a magazine that puts BOP and J-14 through a kaleidoscope, aiming to honor and give praise to the gay and trans youth underground scene. Essentially art-based, TEEN WITCH is inspired by sub-cultures, the Internet, Nickelodeon magazine and childhood nostalgia. Of course, you could try the simple method…. ask them. In general we also have the problem of needing to identify as someone very specific, when in deed what is at our core is totally common to the group - but those commonalities must remain sealed off from the larger public. And knee highs (then I got some other vibes). The simple method involves the sampling of a double wedding. Wicked weddings or any toppings when no one likes to be here. Witches twist wretched, move operative and mystic. Mystic methods are desirable only in the context of the operation, to unite the unresolved space between spell and sympathy. A sympathetic system is already synthetic, when putting two thighs together acts careful. To make authority on top of structures, vertically oriented allows the trickle down of mystics (trickle down your chin) and oops it’s burning. The worst part of all this is, because I have been through a lot, he’s six years old, that’s my son. You know, before we moved back to Alabama he was treated very badly, and for a long time after having him the doorbell would ring and he would run, so he’s finally accepting Chip, telling him he loves him, playing video games with him. If he fails this test, I gotta go home and tell my son, well, you know, Chip’s not coming home. You are going to kick him out (damn right).

 

This is what he had to say before the show, now watch this Cherilyn (you seem more angry than you are hurt). We need it to be almost totally whited out with smoke when they say ‘we can tell you your future, if you come here.’ But that’s not till later (then you’ll have to stay forever). Cult figures form biology and constitutions. To speak against the descriptive capacities of the everyday, only intense life can finger systems, constructing space between thought and feeling. Thinking structures abstract economies and kittens’ little ears are soft with gestures - cut-ups or top-downs or structures of violence - vertical or integrated or busy. When no one likes to be here. Urgency acts in favour of clinical condensing (or structures). Objects are collapsing (nothing). Intense life is a critical undoing of the fundamental forces - rules and regulations - and teen moms are away or muted (or earnest). Consent to civic unions labour pains produce hospitals rapes and trending. Anarchic methods are not enough (when beginners act busy), fingered leathers hide lengthy systems (begin and get abducted).

 

When I want it everyday I’d let you do it. Let you trip landscapes in between my feet there’s coffee let you run your mouth off, spill your guts. Getting guts we slaughter insides/bloody bodies offers vomit waivers slightly soaking insides fucking insides twisting or tense or improperly instead of beat or crushed or obliterated. Very synthetic (and isolated).

 

And I get isolated, inside I collect civic duties and leisure time gets wasted. Responsible only in isolation, I set fire to the whole (to see what is combustible) I make my fuel visible. Variable indifference waivers and fires start spontaneous, better than the health they offer us critically conditioned fires start fires burn fires burn brighter burn fires burn forever (fires).

 

Release/reaction (products). Like intensity. Like you produce me silently.

Evaporates venomous plastic (like intensity).

 

My body can get good at this.

 

 

“We live on the circumference of a hollow circle. We draw the circumference, like spiders, out of ourselves: it is all criticism of criticism.”


- Anarchism is not Enough, Laura Riding

5/25 16:36 - 1 note

Big eyes, flat teeth, glossy lips, round face. She opens her mouth and we feel her thick
accent. It’s Alabama, the United States, and in America it suits her. Her hair is flatter
than the palm of my hand, draped tight around her face, it confesses confirmation of
absolutely nothing.

First of all, these panties are a small, and I don’t wear a small. Second of all, I don’t even
wear panties, unless I’m going to the doctor.

She’s surprised, or angry. Sits in front of a brick wall. Her hair blends in with shades
of red. She’s on the show, this man the host. Grey hair turtleneck square face ears.
He’s surprised she hasn’t done it already. Cherilyn (Chip’s wife) says the evidence is
overwhelming (Chip cheats) but needs a test to prove it.

I’m looking at them, and I nearly dropped them, because there’s this big, huge, in the
middle of the crowd gasps I cheated on my blind husband…with a woman!

I don’t need to know that (there is just no way) we don’t need to know that, Cherilyn.

Her son is earnest, bigger than faces. The lie detector test will prove if Chip is cheating
on his newlywed wife. Her son smiles softly, he wears a t-shirt by G-Unit and his hair is
cropped, shaved sides. In the future he gets bigger.

I didn’t need to say it (laughter). You’re married to this guy. She gets hysterical and he
hosts the show. Words get bleeped out and she articulates. Her face is round, it’s getting rounder. When she’s wound up it’s hard to watch. When she gets boring. Nobody feels things enough. I don’t believe her.

The worst part of all this is, because I have been through a lot, he’s six years old, that’s
my son. You know, before we moved back to Alabama, he was treated very badly, and
for a long time after having him, the doorbell would ring and he would run, so he’s finally accepting Chip, telling him he loves him, playing video games with him. If he fails this test, I gotta go home and tell my son, well, you know, Chip’s not coming home.

You are going to kick him out. Damn right.

This is what he had to say before the show, now watch this Cherilyn. You seem more
angry than you are hurt.

[Flash 10 is required to watch video]

Fucking Whatever

5/19 18:15 - 1 note
spl-cl-m-ashingspl-cl-m-ashing

spl-cl-m-ashing:

Formicarium

FIFTH COLUMN

5/17 21:50 - 1 note

Now the entire aim of our speculative cognition amplifies the synthetic principle. Everything glimmers, delights, fades, goes. We drift through the cognition with exceptional grace. Attached as we are to the senses, we manifest the sheer porousness of boutiques. The boutiques are categories. We have plenty of time. The problem is not how to stop the flow of items and surfaces in order to stabilize space, but how to articulate the politics of their passage. Every culture is the terrible gush of its splendid outward forms.


Although some of us love its common and at times accidental beauty, we’re truly exhausted by identity. Then we sink to the ground and demand to be entertained. We want to design new love for you because we are hungry for imprudent, sensational, immodest, revolutionary public gorgeousness. We need dignity and texture and fountains. What is the structure of freedom? It is entirely synthetic.

The most pleasing object of all would be erotic hope. What could be more beautiful than to compile it with our minds, converting complicity to synthesis. A synthetics of space improvises unthought shape. Suppose we no longer call it identity. Spatial synthetics cease to enumerate how we have failed. Enough dialectical stuttering. We propose a theoretical device which amplifies the cognition of thresholds. It would add to the body the vertiginously unthinkable. That is, a pavilion.



Spatial Synthetics - A Theory