Monza Turn 1

I'll write about love;

I remember how it felt, the first time I acquired it, 
this expansion,,,if monolith if-
individual from contraction captures me,,,,,

frankly disfigures,,,the machine and all of its extensions its 
tubes and cutting apparatuses,,,kills like the Burroughs thumb kills
fluidly, like slivers of paper shimmering in hands, like countless annotations on the body.

Annotate my body, 
profoundly annotate the body. 
Categorize me, 
tell me to do, which way to do,
legalize me, introduce me as data, 
do as you do and cut me, lacerate me, paste me down into the ground 

cut up, 
hallucinating about St Mary of Egypt 
or Nebuchadnezzar glaring at me,
with its hundred eyes and mouths 

the egregore, the memetic, the holy symbol 
of the ouroboros spitting out a stutter about the 
holy gnosis. 














Mastering by good friend alpha nine, cover art by 54

Monza Turn 1

Chet Botcher

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