provoked by the anti-heros the crowd is a neutered body
his gorgeous ass cheeks to my kisses, so i'll jerk him

that hospitable asceticism does not speak
one only lives in the place behind, silly

body broken by preparation and waste
you must aim at fucking at multiplying

the idiot man can do no more than die
following from square to square the labial artery

disseminated by the exercise that makes him transferential
given over to a nameless desire he is the drunken boat

body conversion a bottomlesswhole
hormone reversal a manner of speaking orgasm

seduced by the absolute, the idiot is a body made
for blows and lowly tasks, that leads
introduces us to and absorbs us in our origin

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no one can imagine my fancies, my dear
the dialectics of look and representation

seeing the remover of filth from pregnancy
tortured bodies cut into perfect curves

it is still about the subject, flesh over sink
slanted reversible and changeable

the young man hides behind other souls
a marvelous animality of asses and mouths

the denial of knots and conundrums
bodies form downstrokes and ripping initials

the mirror of the one transformed to deprivation
the amorous play of bodies without heads

it wanted to be the interlanguage of nomads
already dead in their springtime nostalgia