aubreylstallard:René CoutelleFile Under: Eroticism as entanglement unto mutation and then when it’s
aubreylstallard:René CoutelleFile Under: Eroticism as entanglement unto mutation and then when it’s clear that the place where my ass ends and your thighs begin has become absolutely impossible to discern, then it becomes interesting, impossible but interesting. ‘Tangled limbs’ what a magnificent folly. Tangling proposes some limit which one has reached and can then return from. Do you suppose that the tangle of clothing/wifi passwords/cast of x-files/mirror games/skin diseases/central nervous systems and the whole mutated personality (spread unevenly and manically) that has sewn/grafted/sculpted 2 lives in2 at least 6 can really be separated with a few honest to goodness offerings of well-meaning cretinism (All the ‘take some time for yourself’-isms cannot vivisect the ungainly gravity of these 20 fingers and 7 feet). How many other assholes have quivered this way, having reached that limit, with nothing 2 return 2 and wept? How many more? Time enough for that. Marble Time at that. Before descending and then ascending (descend 2 the quarry, ascend 2 the pantheon) to erect statues there must be a few more howls and few more visitations from Limbs we had forgotten about. And whatever else has bred in our collective gut. -- source link
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