Vena Cavae

shit. what can we even say?? hunkering in for a good ole' R.J. entry/ hold tight.

romeo and juliet?

nah.

i want to talk about Valentines Day and the expansion of the heart, i want to talk about being under the covers with Cat Power and by your own hand(s) made books that blow my mind, i want to talk about my 3 day office work week and my new stereo, i want to talk about television scenes and the oh! so elusive combination of lens and light, i want to talk about the need to not talk about anything/ anything at all please, i want to talk about this persistant lack of sleep or should we say/ this willing suspension of bodily function/ i want to talk about this new project/ but i/ but i/ but i/ nope. i want to talk about rice krispies, flying particles of wood/peat/coal and other organic material/ i want to talk about the conditioning of time and being fucking petrified/ like wood/ i want to talk about Valentines Day and the expansion of the heart cause the other night when i was alone it felt like it was going to burst right out of my chest
rythmically
contracting

the tubular heart of an earthworm
or
notre dame
striking in its gothic architecture
the heart of paris
and as a flying buttress
i move