the guess who sucked, the jets were lousy anyway

the similarities between these two machines resides first in the fact that they both operate as closed circuits and second as the action of one zone upon another. in both of these machines a message from the upper zone is inscribed upon the lower one. the fact that one is about sex while the other is about death underscores the importance of the modern myth of the bachelor machine, a sort of new technological version of the mirror of narcissus, in which is played out the interferences of machinism, of terror, of eroticism, and of religion or anti-religion. the myth of the bachelor machine is a kind of double articulation of difference: sexual difference and machinic difference.

i don't feel like running, i need a massage, i feel wonderful even though my cheeks have a mind of their own, peppermint ice cream is great, my bed isn't big enough for the one of me, callouses come back!, sleep perchance to dream?, don't ruin this, she never knew the rules, the wind is pushing me elsewhere, metal spoons and dreams of doom, 3xx23x, freedom, i did it to myself, let's enjoy our last evening together before we all go different ways, i'm so glad i have you guys.

i'm going through my "in love with love and lousy poetry" phase again. it's the blurring of the streetlights while the world blows away that does it.