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Figure eights
with the tongue,
rough side, smooth side,
it makes
a difference -
approach the general
through the specific.
Think of the Discovery channel?
good.
They use noise to lull
a snake out of its grassy knoll,
where it goes from mysterious
death, to an exact lunging,
the possibilities
only diminised to the hand
and not the snake.
But DON'T give into its actual
structure. You haven't
seen enough of them,
its not possible to.
ahem. Think of baseball averages.
about what the average means
to the pitcher.
Say something quizzical aloud
expecting no response -
"like does the crown make the king,
or the king make the crown"
The tone is physical
don't notice the words.
Give no quarter now,
no time for anything but the respond
ing tone.
only part of her is confused,
seek for a moment no confusion.
30% confused 20% confused
You can focus on nice even increments of 10.
Now isn't the time ot think
about the smallest possible
unit of thought or to try
and recreate a wave from the ocean,
leave such feats of imagination alone.
Allow her body's tide
all of your coarse grain.
You're reinventing nothing,
but can maneuver infinitely
within finite limits.
There's always a leaving off.
What's outside the universe?
Why can't I go farther into you?
She perhaps smiles.
This is why she beat you in chess.
Why it's so much more satisfying
than the victories of the board,
than giving herself a new
endgame everyday,
and pretending she can stick
to it in the moment.
okay, now circle your hips.
like a salsa dancer,
like a matador,
like a polynesian tourist
attraction.
It hurts to lose,
but the universe at large,
only feels the joy of another
game, another meeting.
We aren't entirely ourselves.
I can WIN! Say it!
say it untill it's meaningless.
2.111% with the repenz sign confusion.
How can i pass this paradox?
with approximations.
approximations decay,
that's why right now....
it feels so fresh, so fresh.
everything is clearing out now
like a modem dialup.
0% confusion,
eyes CLOSE!
still seeing each other in data bits,
for seven seconds...
we're spread out across time
we realize what what we're capable
of
and gasp
Okay, now relax.
The hunger starts to build itself again.
Plowing over the infinite
because only parts of it are useful.
20%30%40%
Your body hiccups.
Don't worry.
It hiccups again, all of it,
up the spine, and the veins
contract, or everything around them
does and the blood flows tightly.
And it is here you will feel
that it was almost a malfunction,
like the context is gone,
like for a moment,
just a moment,
you were outside the universe.
Now, only now, no matter what anyone tells you, you are no longer an idiot. All of your other idiocies
might as well be genius to someone
who's stepped outside of the universe.
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