that was a beginnings


          tuft-shaped climate avant la lettre gills before they’re separated their love-balances of distance and disgust    or anything else that leads to death for months I have depicted
                                                                                                  nothing
                understood                          noticed
                                       for months now I got a holidays out of hand dazing through all families I certainly could
                                               lead such a life
                                                                                              and that’s the scorn of it.

                               for the body, pure horror.

                                                           on the roof of the mouth a double row bite through a gristly scale I haven’t understood                                                                                                a word for years
                               ‘metamorphosis strongly advised’ grounds for concern


   yeah well, they’re not much to look at either, are they, they’re just - thereAnd anything else that leads to death all lay      
      cordially by the water
                                                  their signs are not of something. Their governor is the dark

                                     yeah well, none of them are much to look at, but they hold on longer dazed could I swallow                                       a more blissful kind of life contre coeur swallow a dreaming
                                                                                                                 cobra