If this were a book...this might be the cover

--painting by leon golub

minor perversions were multiplied
hyphae search for each other

the sex of the husband and wife
how to tell time by my body

scrutiny was the sexuality of children
the cannibal is only a variant

to marry or rape a criminals offspring
the series is one of disjunctions

to seduce a nun or engage in sadism
into pure red sun, and then the clouds

reveries, obsessions, pety manias
splash his cock and balls with molten tallow

begin to fragment and violate cadavers
this craftsman of information becomes the pivot of the text

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a linguistic boundary between savage speech and
cruel or maniacal lovers

a man gives a girl a quart of anise to drink
a disquieting meaning that pervades our conduct

swallowing the blood and fuck as one
the bloodiest animal confessing

what is foreign is what escapes from a place
indulgence or the quantity of repression

a pregnant woman's miscarriage
the uncertain status of sodomy regarding children

the gates of this horizon are closed
a sexuality that is economically usefull

a long distance telephone call
abusively reduced to silence

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reproducing labor for the family
she only makes him love her when she's unconscious

an adolescent fingering an adult
behind the electron microscope

the somber madness of sex
a preist is jerking off

assumed an autonomy of violated virgins
the adult denies whatever contradicts its dreams

this garrulous attention to unwarranted caresses
so that they are bound as girls and freed as demons

a policing of sex overcoming hesitation
i love the boredom of intestines

for our pleasure alone
the dementia of their progeny will remain wild & confused

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the mother is the last to die
perversion is a fixture of the game

sudden jumps in pulse rate, variations in perspiration
the encroachment on bodies and their pleasures

her aora is made of glass
reinforced by the asses of schoolboys

going from the system of perception to motility
the sexual mosaic of surveillance systems

after the torture victim vomits
the psychiatrist and his perverts

all arts and sciences the curvature of the ultrasexual
a temporary aberration of sexoaesthetic inverts

makes love with the glass behind which is the altered body
the solitary habits of prepubescent children

you used sleeping pills which were placed on my clit
bring the body down again, to prove possession

sucking on yr nipples like a giant
the devil cannot know what we think within ourselves

the unified face will get sore
the representation of power is all the more spectacular

i'm getting quicker at cutting up the body
strangled before the body is caught in the flames

the cockshank sharp pointed in green neon
from the exorcism we must move in two directions

i won't forget having been slapped to yr pillows
also, with my throat i shall swallow ten thousand cocks

my tongue in yr ear just for a second
she yelled like a lion for me, it was a warning

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the museum is being fucked from the inside
and a strip f man had meaning now

personal rivalries, a public debate, god and the devil
smelling yr asshole, body

a writing paper for history, the smooth place for inscription
lay down and beg for the cock

lay down and beg for the cock
i want to take off yr skin

i am sincere
a harmless ex-catholic boy

the birth of a history within criminal transgression
jerked of against a barbell

reality is neither the subject nor the object
yr lips on my tits, the tip of you

an open belly will stare out at the observer
a town in a skull, bedroom in the stomach

nausea of awe and terror
the text frightens or seduces by touching

a gun rather than an open gash
elucidation of the past

a damaged head, a torn off arm
manipulated taxonomy of roguery

the small muscles in her fingertips
defamiliarizing

perceived as transitory evil
the bark of parchment bent on effect

the human animal perverted by identity
jism upon spit-soaken buttocks

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linked to perversion by taste
the ease or reluctance with which it breaks

it does not anchor the ebb
the refusal of the body to disown its own posture

a self-propelling game of its own mockery
one fragile gesture or in a thousand

the pursuit of pleasure, carnival
the body is usually learned unconsciously, effortlessly

the duality of sacredness
disembodied forms of patriotism

this unthinkable relic authorizes itself
piano keys recover a lost auditory memory

"i want some cocks." i screamed. "juliette wants some mighty pricks!"
eyebrows held in their raised position

the two realms of sentience and self-extension
locomotion of tissue, cells: splits

a call for help, an announcement
a call for help, this library abyss

a swelling sense of territory
now turn yr rainy face towards

to repel attention
to create a living person from a dead one

an arrangement of whips, chains, clubs, and rods
god and the cannibal equally elusive

private and incommunicable
an assiduous practice of births

the swelling sense of causality
long before those who speak, language is waiting

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a libertine suspends
eating or moving themselves

eating or moving themselves
reduced to the crushingly blank and uniform wall

and thus do we by indirections find direction
collapsing humanly

a geography of the eliminated
the host willfully abandons

nineteenth century exoticisms, the beauty of the dead
lungs, arteries, blood, brains, the mother

splintering atoms, a violence of antennae
dark hiding places in the body

a man says he is damned, others judge it madness
the making available of simultaneity

fictions of perfect architectures
styles, intensities and timbres to sex

caught up in this maelstrom bodies move
sexuality to startle a moment after coming

three groups of nude girls
the always to be mentioned empresses of porn

already dead in their springtime beauty
this principle of making radical distinctions

to reversed bodies, flower for a torso
the power to induce departure

the head substitution begins with a kiss
subtle glossolalia does not stop at deconstruction

an ensemble of places destined for pathways and crossings
a work which maintains the break, itself a double