fatty Aphrodite's mama — i bend to you. . .& with sex mad eternity at my vegetable shadow — i, wiping my hands on the horse's neck — the horse burping & you of the Indiana older brother — he who whips you with his belt & you who does not look for reason to your torture & i want your horizontal tongue — within Reflex — the perfect doom & these cruel nitemares where brickmasons introduce me to hideous connections & Marx Brothers grunting No Quiero tu Sabiduria & your thigh be half awake & me so Sick so Sick of these lovers in Biblical roles — "so youre out to save the world are you? you impostor — you freak! youre a contradiction! youre afraid to admit youre a contradiction! youre misleading! you have big feet & you will step on yourself! all the people you mislead will pick you up! you have no answers! you have just found the way to pass your time! without this thing, you would shrivel up & be nothing — you are afraid of being nothing — you are caught up in it — if s got you!" i am so Sick of Biblical people — they are like castor oil —like rabies & now i wish for Your eyes — you who does not talk any business & supplies my mind with blankness Quiero Tus Ojos & your laughing & your slavery. . .there be no drunken risk—i am an intimate Egyptian .say good-bye to the marine

hi — just arrived — terrible trip — this little man carrying a white mouse

stared at me the whole way — jesus he was a handsome man — are there any good lawyers around? will look you up shortly — have to eat first