death of love

figure 9.

$500 buys you a night’s worth of love:
the tiles off-center + off-color
the music fuzzy + attenuated
crackles from dented chrome speakers
an unspeakable effluence of ammonia + god knows what

plate 1. reproduces edvard munch’s the dance
of life

illustration vii. graphs countries number 1-8 gdp per capita
figure 9. charts the death of love

the tv scrambles from color to b+w
the clang of munitions
the pungency of burning tires stills the air

fuck with love

What I’m Reading:

“… I’ve got to sprint and go hard. That’s one brilliant thing: When you’ve been seriously ill and you come out the other side, you really don’t fuck around anymore, ever.”

— Tracy Emin, to Jerry Saltz / “Tracey Emin Is Serious” / Vulture

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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