(note: these are unfinished. they are intended here to function as progress notes.)
+ ten aborted fragments
[one]
the noise of silence can suffocate
a teardrop
[two] we only rape ourselves
[three] this may not be babylon
[four] transcend contentment :
[five] loathing whispers
[six] mindless consciousness only
betrays loss [seven] futility infects
her veins only confused by the
absence of loathing;
when pretense violates itself
i am shattered
by his sweat
into the night she sails
murderous purity hangs low
but now i am
only my own whore
birth the truth
-apathy screams-
"o my drug of love"
with every
rebirthing
caress
[eight]
n u m b - en soi
[nine]
destroy me
and you'll love me
mutilate me
and you'll heal me
[ten]
/ABSOLUTION/
+ c davis
+ january 1999