Shoot me. Shoot me.
Take me downtown to an armored car and shoot.
Shoot me.
Turn me into an armored doll.
Fill my holes with wounds and wonder
and wrap me in historic brocade and words adhesive words
You say there's no time to wait so shoot me fill me up
turn me into an armored doll
and shoot shoot shoot

leaching gasoline

What I occupy is this
this armored doll
Figure 1A Note the spines and branches dense brush of figure and ground,
shadow and light and their invisible intersections.
X is a helium cavity inside a titanium alloy shell
refills shipped in a truck born in a mother tank.
I am X, blast proof and ready to protect my will
to murder that which is not me
which is not which is not nothing which is and therefore threatens
encrusted in brilliant subdivisions of silicon I am
this armor is distant the outer reaches of space
extensions of weightless nothings
where chalk goes when wiped from the slate
whispers forgotten in the moment you ask me
you ask me am I alright?

I am empty, television and American,
and arming you with taxes and contagious states of panic
See Figure 2: a purulent poetics
My eye loves a spectacle
My I is a debacle
See Figure 3.

Withdrawal compounds the darkest of light
bullets and drugs shortcuts to the future
and the future has stopped here in a blue pill
that is killing me so that I may live.
A value for this X. See figure 4.

this is nothing I abstract myself
on the edge of drugs that keep me alive and make me dead
a litany of bodily decay ejecting photons from past excitements and insults
a swollen finger, blinding headache, an immune system turning on itself

all rendering me into a pox on void
that insists on itself and its progeny
confirming I am nothing
Prince Gauthama extends his empire.
See Table 1 for a list of assets.

This little girl she is me and she is shining
Beauty is flesh and spirit in the lungs
delicate pink lobes of a fledgling will.
It doesn't figure.

radiating time spinning the spinning the
movements slowly leaking radians decay
shouts of brilliant lights

don't shoot me i'm already leaking
See page 137 for details
i'm just in need of some wishful thinking

Better read than dead
If not read, then I'm dead

Shoot me. Shoot me.
Take me downtown to an armored car and shoot.
Shoot me.
Turn me into an armored doll.
Fill my holes with wounds and wonder
and wrap me in historic brocade and words adhesive words
You say there's no time to wait so shoot me fill me up
turn me into an armored doll
and shoot shoot shoot

Better read than dead
If not read, then I'm dead

leaching gasoline

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