109. i take people more socially inept and idiotic and torture them quietly and snigger at the naughtiness and tantalising thrill brutality is rearranging people is my most private time in the adjoining workshop adjoining theatre annexing voices shade helpers, crushable story the stadium naval there is (sure) and then there is this held courts on the move leaver spit dog-ends flicked stripped to cotton
ground mute,
some sticky and others wrappers twisted in bows arguments spread out in parts i can’t reassemble the engine of family episodes sat there undone. jigsaw bastards i’ve raced against their grout in detention as an adult child work or school, home these our antidote lanes paced the last night inside me pet walked baby comforted for when i finally undress and pull the cord on the blue world’s dolls and deeds
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