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authorCase Duckworth2015-03-09 12:39:38 -0700
committerCase Duckworth2015-03-09 12:39:38 -0700
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24 </head> 24 </head>
25<body> 25<body>
26 26
27<article id="header">
27 <header> 28 <header>
28 <!-- title --> 29 <!-- title -->
29 <h1 class="title">Spittle</h1> 30 <h1 class="title">Spittle</h1>
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32 33
33 </header> 34 </header>
34 35
35 <section class="thing verse"> 36 <section class="content verse">
36 <p>My body is attached to your body by a thin spittle of thought.<br />When you turn away from me, my thought is broken<br />and forms anew with something else. Ideas are drool.<br />Beauty has been slobbered over far too long. <a href="howithappened.html">God</a><br />is a tidal wave of bodily fluid. Even the flea has some<br />vestigial wetness. We live in a world fleshy and dark,<br />and moist as a nostril. Is conciousness only a watery-eyed<br />romantic, crying softly into his <a href="lovesong.html">shirt-sleeve</a>? Is not reason<br />a square-jawed businessman with a briefcase full of memory?<br />I want to kiss the world to make it mine. I want to become<br />a Judas to reality, betray it with the wetness of emotion.</p> 37 <p>My body is attached to your body by a thin spittle of thought.<br />When you turn away from me, my thought is broken<br />and forms anew with something else. Ideas are drool.<br />Beauty has been slobbered over far too long. <a href="howithappened.html">God</a><br />is a tidal wave of bodily fluid. Even the flea has some<br />vestigial wetness. We live in a world fleshy and dark,<br />and moist as a nostril. Is conciousness only a watery-eyed<br />romantic, crying softly into his <a href="lovesong.html">shirt-sleeve</a>? Is not reason<br />a square-jawed businessman with a briefcase full of memory?<br />I want to kiss the world to make it mine. I want to become<br />a Judas to reality, betray it with the wetness of emotion.</p>
37 </section> 38 </section>
39</article>
38 40
39 <nav> 41 <nav>
40 <a class="prevlink" href="shipwright.html"> 42 <a class="prevlink" href="shipwright.html"
43 title="Next article in Elegies for alternate selves">
41 The shipwright 44 The shipwright
42 </a> 45 </a>
43 <a href="#" id="lozenge" title="Random page"> &loz; </a> 46 <a href="#" id="lozenge" title="Random page"> &loz; </a>
44 <a class="nextlink" href="squirrel.html"> 47 <a class="nextlink" href="squirrel.html"
45 The squirrel 48 title="Previous article in Elegies for alternate selves">
49 The squirrel>
46 </a> 50 </a>
47 </nav> 51 </nav>
48</body> 52</body>