Mouth Shadows

Often afterwards but on the infundibulum while or mostly however some to be still yours for trust with swells or with bouillon but afterwards it will be extravehicular. No doubt it varies for each person depending on what they have and among whom they are. Everything in this sense, which is an infundibulum in relation to them, is far too much of this, and in its current state, far too much of it does not relate to anything other than intermittent lucidity, which is sometimes also a form of drapery. A lesser-known name for the matrix of one within the other is, for us, the source of the rituals. Just as indeed the contiguity is the same for the knees and for their gelatin, but equally resilient for the airplane tickets and the modes for the stalactites it is much the same turbulence as for the foliage. It can be done with kisses, through one person, by another, and through yet another, and we do it through these means, creating an erotica of disproportion. Stealing it is annoying, but only if it's in one place or in another. It is in this way that the hornet is able to use its sting to explain the reason why it drinks.  It is a swamp that grammar gives us, in which to sew words together that on paper resemble a sunset coming into being in the sense of music. We don't know much about what the role is like or how to do it quickly; it's about getting involved and making it your own. This life. This hurly burly. This twister. This infundibulum.

Beyond the Renaissance there are the notebook fingers that heal the fissures within the general enigma that constitutes my being. Anyone’s enigma, really. It’s all one big lūʻau. Beyond the hay mounds drifting through the daydream harvesting its pearls within my chronically irritated convolutions is the glory of the west. Some of my thoughts get a little beyond themselves and get mired in quantum bogs of endless rumination. There’s so much I don’t understand. Things like light and gravity. Space and spice and irreconcilable differences among friends. How are space and time the same thing? How much chlorine are you supposed to put in a swimming pool? What if you don’t have a swimming pool? If you don’t have a swimming pool one will be appointed to you by the court of space and time. This is a court in the fifth dimension which rules with a relativistic code based on the speed of light. According to spacetime theory Act III of King Lear is about to begin at the Whitehall Palace on Boxing Day 1606 as a Tyrannosaurus Rex bends down to sip from a spring in the late Cretaceous and a weary old man in a black fedora walks into a Denver bar in the late fall of 1984 and orders a primordial fireball. This is a concoction of Fireball Cinnamon Whisky mixed with citrus and bitter-sweet liqueurs, sometimes with a pinch of sage, and served on fire to represent the hot, dense, plasma-filled beginning of the universe. The Big Bang. Or whatever it was pulsing in the ovum of a pregnant nothingness.

A splash of gasoline will get you to Lubbock. A splash of whiskey will get you to talk. I am not the first time I was ever this palpable. The closer you get to death the more you feel alive. That’s why old people are the youngest people around. Right when you least expect it you might get another chance. But that’s just life being cruel. We've all seen this before, and yet we continue to let the situation escalate. The equinox was there before I smelled the gumbo. Confusion distorts our words. They form rumors of heresy. I stormed out of the room and went for a nice long walk. Autumn leaves stiffen in a fire. I smell wilderness, and mint. I stir chemicals in my mind. I throw the indigo into an ablution of apples and detours. Mouth shadows flow out with the breath. A paradigmatic powder gets sneezed on the diagram. The distance is still developing. We won’t know where we are until we’re there. This is how space works. It milks what it leaves behind. And sprinkles the future with perfect participles. It’s been really great to talk to you tomorrow. I know you can’t see me. I’m down here. Scratching a match on the wall. And lighting another candle.