Uncannily Blend

Journal entry on stones by nasal sprays
into territorial assertion of mythological appearances.

The piazza is thronged,
Everybody taking a seat as an object.
You got those little pamphlets as representing
the profiteers of the bosom.
Imagination flanking the effort to comprehend how can private property be asserted outside of any law or code,
But into sense.

Aversion towards the smoke,
Nobody wants to glimpse at combustion here,
Consumption of life must be eliminated in favor of
Consumption of identities,
Fuck wanting to be whole,
“I wanna be wholly”!