Prose by AG Davis
3rd
2009
Effervesce point demographics of coiled hope / / / abandon narrators and bleak syllogisms . . . the sigil has marked the abyss on a Coptic dart-suture. Reestablish nomenclature on the frontal piece of prerogative distress. I am none while being you, and also infinity progressed to the highest point. Count backwards or forwards, the definitions elucidate while destroying. Point in a system of sophism, ME, carried on to the established pro-con embankment. Kill while living, while you are trying to die. Suppurate the infinite inside of I, which is concomitant with corrugated flesh. Peace be to flesh; it wings and fractures, possibly the amalgamation of fort unary positivism. Re-establish and dissuade while finding the metal, with a-syllogism path agoras. Core plentitude has naught to do with answers, although we proffer them to the extent of dismal dénouement. My end, side of square, horizontal to triangle, in def 55 degrees. Tong in tripe, mite synergy to seven. I will give you will if you interpret planetary divergence . . . which incorporated reads syllogism masked by cessionary reason. We bleed; no more than this, which is taken into fractal degrees. The binary monad of stationery friction . . . my degrees by numbers repositioned in nooses which do no more than strangle. But strangle means entangle or the aggregate of numbers posited to the motion of anal repositories. Black hole, expansive disarray . . . I exist in the anus . . . hole number divided by plenary coexist(ence). Beat yourself with flesh to become not flesh which entangles Mann eristic die-chord-legionary. We feel in feeling not feel which is a semblance of fragmentary effervesce. Snow, dead, emblematic; we pinion no solution but retrospect, which is in respect to division — not masked by death. But our death, my death, extends to no past but holes. Which position and disregard anomalism to pistols branching, while esophageal. HOPEs. Don’t remove, just formal reestablishment. To not kill, but effervesce . . . There on points, formally distorted. We establish it in soft portraiture. No man: WOMAN. But doesn’t mean a thing. Instantiate woman / neutral in fire and fire. No opposites, just attract. Dispel neutral while firing function. MAN common to man, or common to plots of discordance. Reap, rape, distract, fluxionary. Flux back night and time . . . chords planted in reason, but reason means naught but X>?
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