from the vantage point of age the end is barely visible out there on the horizon
growing tendrils feeling out miscarriage of justice hands offered outstretched as a lifeline through the blaze know not where the fire is pucker up perky bits unchecked consumption will do no good
no more waiting around for replies narrator writes both sides of the correspondence letters with a single address a gulf of conversation
in a churchyard corner the convict reaches a thin decision on the rissole body of a fine woolly tale between its legs
at the height of the fever those big dreams become delirium but i have no one with whom to share these hallucinations the regular live-ins are on a multi-generational rite of law making for the coming period so for now i exploit what little time this one man Reich has left lessons learnt incomprehension
ethics first even though it does not seem as though it does but what we often mistake for ethic is good behaviour and good behaviour is simply desired behaviour and we are already at a very organised social structure which presupposes social desire a politique generale when we tlk of ethic first we talk of a much more basic outward facing facing toward the world a baby screaming a face expressing simultaneously itself and the world it is facing a recognition of the face itself and the part of the world which it is
the collapse of the lord bondsman relationship crashing into the outcrop out on the coral reef walking a path of authority self rule requires a total relinquishing of any and all claim over the other a slow transformation of self awareness the vessel the body politic leviathan is growing up still screaming through the morning what are we to do before that first coffee?