Recollection of minutia as fabrication on my way to drink my face off at Needle I bought The Novelist: A Novel at Symposium the cashier was not the nicest I'd encountered—

every center of gravity is the single center that's ever existed there are in fact infinite centers I pondered this sitting silently on a tall roof assisted by my so-called sensory organs—

it’s no longer the case—things have morphed to the extent that people have no actual work to complete which is maybe why the podcast industry is on the rise with such impressive growth rates and they're all sublime— 

the nationalism of the Romiosini was corrupted Romanides should have gone further east to find himself drinking scotch my glass reads ‘girlfriend’ scratch that ‘fiancée’ 

I try to achieve honesty with myself every three days perusing Rubmaps with the royal nonchalance of a British prince when unevenness is evinced that's just a ripple of triplicity. 

Actually Giordano could have succumb to a devilish little trick his own damn self is he burning in flames of folly I’m tossing syllables onto a blockchain with the ex-boo of Sam Bankman-Fried— 

rereading Noah’s nine hundred fifty year five paragraph creeds are they drowning in the flames of an immanent plane that extends into the jurisdiction of the Kingdom of Heaven?— 

troubled souls are telling us ‘Timing is everything’ but they only call at the absolutely most inopportune times you ask yourself if it’s possible you’ve become morally outraged in illogical ways 

just maybe about matters which have jackshit to do with you?—wearing five dollar Foot Locker tees I tossed Dave Yurman rings into the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean or actually it could have been just the box 

but maybe the relevancy is out of stock timing is everything—no waiting is a logical impossibility since Biblical eras people posted up til last call and only received chlamydia. 

Imbibing blended scotch out of measuring cups filled up with ice on a quaint Saturday night The Social bartender although polite deep down definitely held a ruthless vendetta against me 

remembering a comment I made months ago correctly critiquing her slow Corona Light service she’s now superfluously charged me seventeen and a half bucks per glass of Mezcal 

faces contorted frozen in time I chugged the cup of agave helpless but at the same time it seems so antiquated investing in things like depression and elation 

if you can’t annihilate yourself in the midst of Mineral Spring what can you do Rocco’s bar’s girth got extended the cul de sac streams with lovely ducks got a cement redo the tailor’s building is now a gas pump 

the Syrian’s spots gone too I spit on the terrible white truck after doubling back to spit on the white truck in two decades we’ll remain the exact same age the loogie on the windshield was just an illusion of change 

A young Korean female is wearing an ‘I (Heart) BJ’ white tee in the singular tense while waiting at the Broad Street bus stop whatever the idiocy of your youth 

it’s indubitably true that eventually it becomes something soporific and increasingly idiotic as times passes ruthlessly asking attendants for top shelf liquor 

then quickly flickering into states of existential shock at the opulent bills received insects with telepathy hypothetically could control the cosmos we'd have no science to prove it untrue— 

they tried to impolitely poop on my aura probably unaware of their actual bowels I had to head a different direction we used to obsess over revenge

press necks against walls certain substances suggest you could evade the Unseen you might think you see a demon but perhaps it’s just a generous gift? 

Off Eddy getting politely asked by Matt to leave as impassioned we discussed the political merits of men razor blading their legs at one AM I was on my way out anyway 
Inveterately rhetoric seems something akin to a plaything of nonsense is that basically frowned upon in this era? 

Made members of the mafia replete with YouTube channels you're on the precipice of forty praying to get permanently pushed to pavement by a stray RIPTA bus on Point Street 
Puking up a mint hookah in a Pizza J parking lot people enjoy smoking marijuana because they become less likely to get bounced from bistros and bars grab the damn wet wipes please? 
The true beauty of rhetoric is found in um double shots of vodka and bummed American Spirits from people quoting Big Pun lyrics I don't agree or disagree 

Eating pussy on an immanent plane reading books but in an innocent way I discovered Thomas Bernhard spent some time at an Ali Pasha mosque I wasn't shocked 
Tossing darts at the impotent no one said mercy necessitates some universal innocence consumerism loses vision of an indivisible Oneness 

Marx thought quite highly of discrete units on a roof lit above Broad Street orders of ice coffees in informal Spanish sound like they're emerging from a circus megaphone 
Two dimensions is understudied man's best buddy ages like sped up podcasts my beta fish Larry lived for half a decade above three rocks from a Taco Bell parking lot 
The live band said they had tees in their SUVs as I suddenly realized I may have misunderstood a bar fly's intention is it possible baseless presumptions can also veer from the truth? 

I told Mario ‘You know yo quiero lo siento I don’t know maybe some yo tengo’ his cousin exhibited three and a half of thirty two teeth I’ve detested rationalism since my sweet sixteen. 
A newly minted couple shares a newly lit solemn thin cigarette as I drunkenly question the method of Twenty Three and Me with a Portuguese immigrant I just met 
Who wants to be reintroduced to their own multitudes?—I feel convoluted connections with select architectural structures 

Yet another grotesque binary construction my significant other is a bundle of my securitized interpersonal shortcomings 
The holy legato of spoken language asexually passes through select edifices I puked twice in July once it was a vegan Oreo smoothie once it was living my life as a lie. 

Chord change seventh chords variations among geometric shapes and shit tricep dips decimal points considering you have an undiscovered mental disorder or if perhaps demons exist 
I find the post-COVID inflation of light beers demonic in character a country club wedding's hysterical you'll never see any of these fucks again 
Landscapes change for Lent you look at a patch of grass and it refracts to black understandably some are hesitant to take that as that but how can you fucking edit what's sent to you? 

Plagiarism psychotherapy wanes in cache it's a fact I called a twelve year old gay but he was acting cunty for a bunch of the afternoon 
What you create doesn't necessarily cater to you my Aunt Dena owes me an eighties era Cadillac my dad said it crashed yet I never saw proof of that 

A nipple emerges on Main Street with a brimless hat I have a taint for TSA to taste select members of a West End Planet Fitness seem to visit in NPC intervals my stock phrases escape me 
Tony's titties drooped like tear drop tattoos at a certain juncture I said fuck you the voices in my mind are the real ones is that still a sign of being batshit crazy? 
Ingo Swann's autobiography's audiobook on YouTube aliens at grocery stores I'm at Urban Green perusing overpriced pineapple fractal geometry's a hole in the floor 

Mineral Spring vape shops Parlour improvisation the doorman enjoys maqam music subpar vegetable broth off Power Street zesty with horny GILFs at Mezzo 
He said Oh you live off Woodward in falsetto he actually got whacked off there twice a year discussing donuts with structural engineers with wire rims that find your opinions on picture taking in poor taste 

She admitted if a male wore a fitted cap to just go to quote-unquote CVS that that was an act deserving of examination and you nodded your cranium just slightly erect 
The purple beam under my old stove struck me as black American in essence as I laid face up on the floor for an extended period 
Sitting by myself at the Elmhurst Pub at approximately one AM I was reminded of casino Christmas parties with middle aged floozies who still sought dick 

It's been beyond a half decade since the insect's corpse survived a strong rain in outline form on the laminated map of the Seekonk River 
I said If you can't see yourself as the penis of Jesus then you'll never understand Allah with an authentically minimal amount of irony evident in my tone 

In absolutely no way shape or form do I regret expressing my vicious disgust with modern photography among young mothers who dedicate their Instagrams to infants 
It's essential in my mind that we question the intrinsic value of the frozen image in fact of anything we note to be quote-unquote frozen in time 
Laotian hookah bar on Douglas Avenue abandoned basketball court on Douglas Avenue recalling my own decade old imagined images also on Douglas Avenue 

Have you been by any chance to that new Tapas place off Wickendon ‘suck my penis’ I said I haven't had exceptional sushi since Tokyo closed 
Apparently Parmenides believed a divine being of some sort informed him of a certain indivisible oneness which moved him to write a poem 

On the chest press adjacent a stress test relayed a series of wall panels shifting of their own accord to which reminded myself of being completely sober 
Fucking chalk it up to some intermittent vegan B Twelve deficiency or I'm just losing my mind which historically happens from time to time 
At times it seems like you're often in the process of for lack of a better wording losing your goddamned mind and I find that curious and/or disturbing don't you? 

Often the text retains Byzantine intricacy because of traditions that may not even be our own outside Tripoli two hundred years past September twenty three 
I feel the blood from my veins on my face horrific violence still appears somewhat regularly in dreams time travel isn't mythical it actually happens intermittently 

The gaze of others considering faithful lovers whose sole request was to express how you obviously felt in some remotely comprehensible jumble of spoken words 
Instead you chose to query some old bag on her actual age like it was some sort of novel notion the cubicle blows its own brains out we can't strain out imperfection from memories 
We're little more than big babies who want to reconvene with our Maker there's something fucking immanent here and It's relaying Itself in what can only be called a circuitous fashion 

April five into six two hundred years amiss the middle aged redhead who doubled as the sub-Saharan bag you shamelessly fornicated with? 
Two as one suggest in a quaint manner we wake up yet the words struck us as statements that hardly even needed to be uttered at all 

‘I try to describe what I’m feeling inside’ a guy wears an old tee inside out explains with unearned confidence why he adorns himself is such attire 
Basking in our bourgeois tartuffery we're actually considerably more despicable than anyone in prison for any sentence of committed crime 
In fact glancing at a hobo quaintly napping on a patch of grass behind a Broad Street bus stop I find his life decisions worthy of distinction I'm inspired 

Packs of scattered needles discarded Double Whopper wrappers a dilapidated wheelchair there's wisdom in this unwinding of modern capital concerns 
Are you in love with the well-worn architecture of this place or is it people who perplex you an ironic mustached man gets into what seems to be a relatively new Nissan Rogue 

Even Moses had shit to deal with on South Street nonlocal intervals become rowdy perhaps instead of a parallel universe your fucking genetic history requests a brief word with you 
You've been reminded of things you implicitly understand memory's a fucking scam yet all of this shit can only be expressed in um 
Should we say circuitous fashions the same abstract manner you enjoy indulging in with others which results in people without exception failing to comprehend what the fuck it is you're trying to say 

You own a tendency of expressing things in obscure fashions that invite absence which is perhaps the most accurate way of comprehending this strain of befuddlement 
Yet all of these people are nothing but projections of your own single self wall panels shift it's not B Twelve it's your favorite doppelganger in hell