what we can screw out of ordinary language
bro i love sport’s and women. i got to like 8th base with this hot babe “8th base whats that” she took me to the house she grew up in and showed me pictures of her dead relatives. We sat in the living room and she told me the stories of her life that lead to that moment. Like quicksand they, and that moment were gone and we left back into the cold world which we’d been spat into. It was raining
These two documents belong together because they tell me something about events and their citation. The first scan, a short list of citations, was a gift. The other two record the contrail of an ad hoc and short-lived intimacy with people, something I haven’t felt in quite that way ever before. I won’t explain either one. I have tried and I feel like I’ve only succeeded in damaging them, desecrating them. To give you context like that would be “gross.” Here I cite someone I won’t name and above I cite someone who I also won’t name. (In part because I forgot their names.) Among them I’d add jazzy and t before all this. They are part of a growing but incommunicable archive. Not that their words or their presence expired on the spot. It would only coarsen things to tell anyone though.