everything is

everything is fantasy, all is sharp;

everything is brilliant and ethereal,

what is oh everything, yes,

everything is.

just when

i just know and I feel this body worry when, what,

what will I know before then; and it’s never enough,

and so it’s so; goodbye, daily, goodbye.

test script

ACT ONE

A: possession and exorcism

A2: document of possession and of exorcism

A2.5: blood is spilled

ACT TWO

B: recovery

B2: document of recovery

B2.5: small pills, pillars of smoke, pilates exercises, perhaps blood is spilled

ACT THREE

C: language and semiotics

C1: what. what. on

D. possession and exorcism

ACT FOUR

E: language and semiotics.

E1: document of recovery.

ACT FIVE

F2.4: blood is spilled

feel better like don’t think of an elephant

Feel better like Don’t Think Of An Elephant. Don’t think about being mad. Don’t make yourself worse. Don’t let go of what grasp you have left. Don’t don’t don’t. I keep watching movies about me. Yes, I have magic powers; yes there is some quirky-functional-worldly romantic interest waiting to fix everything for me with the healing power of love; yes my madness is pretty and saccharine; yes i will pace in circles muttering to myself because yes yes those voices tell me terrible things; yes i do not trust you in the depths of your sanity and literary device. There is no fear in those – no shit, cum or blood in it; only rejection and acceptance.

Feel better. Do not. Why is the refrigerator so loud.

Will or what yes then, then billowing yesses

yes or no then yes, death or death

mmxi

Tell me that which is creative. Tune tales outward, stave off out areas.

mmiv

Nick I don’t know where my body is. I try to move and it flops. I am made of something much more flexible; I am infinitely longer, all my appendages, longer than they were before but they look back to me just as efficiently. Nick what is wrong. Nick where are you.