From 0bc764f003a763a30f3030b4de233a512a016881 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Case Duckworth Date: Mon, 9 Mar 2015 12:39:38 -0700 Subject: HTML compile 2015-03-09 --- spittle.html | 14 +++++++++----- 1 file changed, 9 insertions(+), 5 deletions(-) (limited to 'spittle.html') diff --git a/spittle.html b/spittle.html index 27dd370..3eefb19 100644 --- a/spittle.html +++ b/spittle.html @@ -24,6 +24,7 @@ +

Spittle

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My body is attached to your body by a thin spittle of thought.
When you turn away from me, my thought is broken
and forms anew with something else. Ideas are drool.
Beauty has been slobbered over far too long. God
is a tidal wave of bodily fluid. Even the flea has some
vestigial wetness. We live in a world fleshy and dark,
and moist as a nostril. Is conciousness only a watery-eyed
romantic, crying softly into his shirt-sleeve? Is not reason
a square-jawed businessman with a briefcase full of memory?
I want to kiss the world to make it mine. I want to become
a Judas to reality, betray it with the wetness of emotion.

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My body is attached to your body by a thin spittle of thought.
When you turn away from me, my thought is broken
and forms anew with something else. Ideas are drool.
Beauty has been slobbered over far too long. God
is a tidal wave of bodily fluid. Even the flea has some
vestigial wetness. We live in a world fleshy and dark,
and moist as a nostril. Is conciousness only a watery-eyed
romantic, crying softly into his shirt-sleeve? Is not reason
a square-jawed businessman with a briefcase full of memory?
I want to kiss the world to make it mine. I want to become
a Judas to reality, betray it with the wetness of emotion.

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