Friday, September 23, 2011



ius cannot be exactly translated from latin into english.



Nose veiled in pussy?

Nosse, velle, posse (infinitum)?

Sleep trickles to the ear, and the sore back tends to the ageless lambing.

Law? Right? Reason?

Nature takes juice.

And columns of groaning muscle

bask in the sunset.

We peer as through a lens at the created and uncreated world.

We peer at juice.

We are aquilegas, discerners of water.

In the npwEs (nose)

one finds the viri (man)...

Within the civil we have founded

its own outside, as return, de rerun Naturae:

O Marvelous Venus

there are balloon octopui on our backs

Nil fieri ex nihilo, in nihilum nil posse reverti