. . . And then hes the biggest philanderer
and man-bitch out. Karma. He is.
Optimistic about burrows
the neoprene the Castaic.
Hum under my name.
Beard and muscles?
You’re not holding
my breath away.
Talk about the term
of a natural light.
Photo courtesy of
ye into quo.
Imperious,
and I am green vortices.
Unctuous to the manouche.
Raze the flashlight.
Aural dip between top wells.
What can he hear from the high castle?
Empty room. Wall by wall.
Stripped of game.
Still aarhenius unquarried.
Hope spasms in the unboxing.
Merciate the faces ahistoric.
He always enters trapically and irresolute.
Topos as semiology. Embodied synonyms
and smiles like a crooked cat.
Shadow of his clusterfuck lips.
I will get my hands on experience.
Virtru the most part.
This is easy.
Cynical prescription the flocks.
I bring tremor to your Valdivia.
Collapsed and the lyrical line
rolls around the trees like wind trickle,
whistle and purr of endless eternities
atop of pillars or prior the entry through doors.
Preemptive mixes with the mux
and the non-other says boom as nuclear games.
The five to one. Honce.
The Yau daemon came.
Stuck cyclic philosophe encourages me,
evoke, space, evoke, space
like a lot of energy and a half.
Somehow how to get to me
I consider generally speaking
of whichever are not purely visual effects.
One is a vertical halo. One in one.
Transorbital earlobes.
Ohmg , and I agree in the past of dissolving.
However, I have no idea what sort of pear twigs,
antieugenicists will resist
And why not fetishise the past
And why not fetishise the past
or metaphysical cities
like blur-technology cloud heavens?
Perhaps there’ll be a future where
AI VR will scan desire and ideation
for posthuman evolution into the sunset.
I am a beautiful person.
Thanks pre emptive text me
tell you that I refer to sometimes
in my work
is today’s wondering.
(some thanks to my Samsung J1)
Ariel Riveros Pavez 
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