To make sense of it one must. Parsimonious, parse as in splice
Get a job
arse lick unsaid
you got a job you got the job

one man stand alone I
language isn't owned anymore
number
it is shared
help me to get sacked

procurement
the death of text as pre-eminent
the abstract arts

beyond politics, practicalities
[gesture]
language irrelevant
merely necessary

the point of words
is to lose their meaning,
our identity in tropes
clarity is the opposite of subjectivety
identity threatens closure,
meaning brings aggression

Cleverness is not necessarily
pertaining to
the tropes of one's language,
observing its spread to heart rate
life and its description
bodily movements
desires feelings and
quirks

2 is like S and a little smile at the corner of your mouth
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