superfluous raze not to be confused with "super fluid", which is what happens when dish soap becomes electric and galvanizes the entrails of wednesday's cousin "almost thrum-day", a lovely slip of a whispered threat that isn't quite an octagon. who needs eight of anything anyway? don't tell the octopus in the corner what i just said. don't do it. i told you not to... great. now i have a superfluous mollusc attached to my face. 210804 ... unhinged why do i have to use words to tell you? it is like our eye_contact constructs whole new worlds of meaning we can have platonic body relations but my heart can be totally in_love with you one does not preclude the other the energy that rolls off you like a particle accelerator transforms my brain back into it's most creative self sex is unnecessary the muse reveals herself in mysterious expansive generative ways i don't need to speak i just need to listen, absorb 210805 what's it to you? who go blather from