CARELESSNESS CAUSES FIRE, 2020

CARELESS LIMS GROUP:

Call me Thurt-Trap

Calm down
Hey
‘What happened?’

Our dirty little secret in rigorous segmentality
body without organs
muscle without memories
voice without input

Criminals!
no one can touch
shakes everything
breaks everything in two
Just double the couple
Your mind full of filth, it is just another muscle

Slicing Arms
grow back from stomach
Chapping Legs
coming back out of head
Cutting hands off
The root will grow back from the wound’s delirious core, a demolished potion

Reach a-new agenda-z
between and in all matter
Did you really fall?

A letter to a lightening empty hole of ardent absence
Mixtures of fights and heavy lifting, sentient powers,
laborious dinners

Threatened yet?

Heiress of multiplication
Tender of intersections
Speedy up the transparencion
Immanent mould-cooler
Imperceptible timbre-ine.

as
Knights
As
Heather
As
Fritters

Slip, strain, sprain, shank, spit, spout, circle of circus
Play back with billions of infinite; gleam of madness
What happened?

Hey

Us
as
careless limbs in tree of lies
groundless
muscles without memories
co-flexing
an absolute no-brainer
burnt bubblegums in the sky
desperate departure from final cerebral bounds

all body and no soul
Infinitely thick, delirious flesh
becoming
not being
non-pulsive impulse
chaos,
no cosmos
our dirty little secrets
in rigorous segmentality

obscenity of immediate visibility

… 350 years later
wearing armrest vests
in best militaristic corsets
armed only in velvet
gaggling
‘armlessly dressed
dancing alone with nothing digested
hare
comes to fortnight-dreams
fox
becomes only monarch not left as butterflies

remembers:
monsters that humans fells in loves with in 2009s?
those hookers that died in frankenhooker?
defrosted frogs in cabaret of fears?

Upside down
a caught jester
galvanised limbs in limbos
turning
de-monstrating circulations inside and out,
like cheap palm readings

M.A.S.S.A.G.E
E.R.R.O.R
S.H.A.R.M.A

cau-shions
in the hotel room
thumbling around numb thumbs
around numb things
logging legs in
handling handles

Go on,
A-signify us
Try us

L.A. U.S.

no pro-nouns for porousness

no time for a Bit-coy

when we slowly slipperily de-sync a f

-eeling
ourselves

we are momentarily quiet

phoney temporarily

I speak of machine
a subset technology
A sunset magnolia
Wait
Your mechanism, an object of my fascination

Doing
Being
Creating the nature who is failing to meditate

Fort, Da, refrail, frails of principles
Joyful extinction of tensions
Why not conflict?
Return to self to an inorganic state yet again

Compulsion
My non-responsive economy
A mare detour to the death

The spectator, let please be hearer
Fade your coldness
Vivla,
Survival
Unable to hear repetitive music?
Strata
A-signify me

Red. Fod(g). Enriched hourly water.
Don’t call it babarism
Unforeseen pleasure in the horizon

I feel fin an ly tangible