an intrinsic exquisite

 

in which it is finished

 

when it began

 

waiting

 

tragedy

 

 

renunciation

 

 

clarifications

 

perfection

 

by ann emily brodkey

in which it is finished he is gone aroma back to bashing we live and breathe how does one change? as she poured wretched and Gina began to cry buried	when it began I am always alone there was no sign got someone waiting, love secret, silent self when people love me I canÕt bear it a different symphony dancing with the devil damn filtering perhaps we are not so much inspired as brimming perhaps nature is using us to complete herself perhaps reality acts through imagination necessity the invisible giant fantastical imagination the air is full of self pity to the edge on infinity bless these eye my mother liked the sadists best imbeciles could do this better the build-in capabilities are enormous and the lives are so small
waiting labored expressly searching and so they demanded the exportation of victimes my heart wants to be with your heart systematic indecision why I like to be naked I wish I could burn them in effigy with everything they stand for nothing left to offend no longer stranded path oÕ logical war the colorist and she said she remembered running away promises kept or broken
	tragedy seesaw trench warfare of love too much and why do I need to be seduced? a long litany he is an elemental does it matter who I am? repeat ad infinitum I remember being 14 and dreaming objects of desire thingness nothing to do with soul searching temper molds every hard thing she sits dignified cat on her lap and if an angel did sweep me off my feet baby boomers booming can two people love equally deeply baseline
renunciation 5a. and as you pick the threads come apart indulge me the relevant Q & A intentionality occasions regret I like a good story face it: youÕre a freak cradle me listening to a mime control keeps popping up this has been a lonely century thanks for recommending this form of flight what is merging? there is always a gigolo the sun or a black hole? I can feel you with me how people do it outstanding doubts will be pardoned
	clarifications rituals do you know you are in love with me? she embraces the night men arenÕt smart enough they die like flies relentless self improvement unpolitically correct my fatherÕs suffering bear baiting two sexes we waste ourselves on indifference so many glistening threads a woman plain and simple all the heroic stories too bad belligerent light not alone, not together investing in... mobius strips to feel the power of creativity to create something out of nothing and your need inadequate victim of commericalization soft air I am so lonely I guess I am coming down to earth to be touched a variety of subterfuge itÕs really hard to remember
perfection there is no way to own life a piece of life passionate sequences mutual ecstasy goes something like this our fate was in our hands we were moving so fast when you are near I am surrounded by music pass surfacing gracefully like the tide comes to the shore rape is a solitary act pleasure is mandatory consciousness that never comes back to be gentle with yourself my pleasures make me who I am this question of solitariness this loneliness might be death if you could have loved me what I get is lectures I have tried not speaking where am I now? I can smell the wildness on me the lotus eaters apparently there are people for whom romance consists of more than one otherness who am I if not a minority? behaving like a man this is why no one tells the truth about themselves deconstruction at my core to love him is to allow myself to conspire with him what remains

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