The Heart's Depths

The Heart's Depths
a fragment by Stephen Mosblech

nowadays:
frank proceeded in lieu of rhoda
to undress

toward
himself

sick or unimpeded:
FRANK DECLARED: AHHH
declarative
but no
but no no no

AN established order can't not exterminating
I AM EVIL I AM EVIL I AM EVIL I AM EVIL
I AM EVIL I AM EVIL I AM EVIL I AM EVIL I AM EVIL I AM EVIL I AM EVIL I AM EVIL

but clearly you are sick to death
but since crippled standing there - please sit

shaking out her sleeves
she replied
and

with her aching
hands
cupped her rivered tits: NEXT TO ME OPEN THE DOOR FRANK

18 patients were brought in as were deranged
how many young girls
as were deranged
when such
from the country/side
on the opposite walls

and
aware and void separately

made to think
of the pretty flowers
in the countryside

It can't last. That I'll treat you as a mental patient - - that is as a bridegroom of the three worlds only by doing nothing to you.

In FAILURE OF DURATION, over and over,

you will always
as a bridegroom, Henry, be thrown from the heightSSS of success
THEREFORE ILLUSORY Henry

To what depths of the heart I plunged
The heart's depths.
Nothing

If the crisis doesn't come tomorrow, it will come after tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow but it will come today or after today that is.

Oh
Like a blue-bird
how like the wind
and the clouds
the wind

which had a terrible effect on audiences at the time, when they were expecting some sort of economic crisis.

There was a reaction.

I don't fetishize: "Stupid old Germany. I hate it over there." That castellates the mind and
dwarfs it. I don't just mean NATO -
no

no blind


One sees clearly
to the end see clearly - that there is no liberated Utopia, but the girl (sic) is burned.
She and is burning by her hatred.

actually she drinking a water and will eventually piss what she has consumed as a hair plucked from butter
that is
actually it is a

reflection
in the story of
it is the story of a crisis of conscience
economic consciousness

young man who is completely unconscious
young man who is incompletely
young man
who is unconscious


answer [anger], which explodes at the end now explodes as the fountain continues to run over and above the gunshot but there is an anger
as the fountain

[Labanta Bracos is played]


this song that I believe that an open street to happiness
persists up Rhodas cunt
like a timeless black highway

nowhere
nowhere
nowhere

Rhoda sings: won't you make love to me in my anti-witch craft suit song:

BARDO CONTINUES ___
we traveled WEST

seeking wastelands
that ceased reflect
till the moment
the old dreams gave out the world digested by the world
and their garbage subsided

and thought

fell from our eyes
till we had no eyes
in the Schreber-system or realm of mind consciousness
befuddled by dud miracles
and penisless and penniless
we begged on toward Mongolia




turn out that light you fuckers.
enter man
man sits at table
in the darkness
turns on light

holding out for vietnam where we our we no less real than our dreams would become real again
again
again
again
to no longer butterfly the illusion of non-girls
we'd butterfly out toward the sun in the socket of the black sun.

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