Lee Kwo

A FASCIST MODE OF THINKING DESIRE

Phallic razor visceral engines/the madness of secular adultery/

Self-mutilation of desire felt in every crevasse of neural fields/

Until intensity inside the belly of the universe reach extinction/

Not to precede from days of chaos to nights drigged horizon /

Double Agents at the Piano Bar she isn’t dead but sleeping/

The irony of hollow understanding network of stoppages

The desexd right to alterity the virgin to be broken up and shared

amongst the crowds/The sacred instinct has no story but violence/

The Wife to be beaten the Slut destined to be desired as object

of everyone’s lust/No jouissance here/Acid in the face/

Love is a vacant lot of weeds /Male Cults rule the streets/  

The debris of recent lies suggests crude moral rigidity/

Invisible Page fills in the blank spaces of post human state/

Machinic evolution the noise of a dreams silence/Dream Rebels/

Enter her wounds into Forest of Rusting Iron pockmarked moon

A cellular provocation a celibate perversion of visual identity/

To execute the empty stillness a sense of loss/The evil are elected/

Of violence/self-damage limit of matter on narcotic skyline/

Strange attractor BoyDebris created out of nothing but dust/

Wreckage of shitmess coldness coding his deceits stalking desire/

Masculine economy/The Phallic XX dominates life as a simple

aesthetic pleasure/To activate partially eroded neural networks

to reconstitute disruptive dread is insanity/Chance is invincible/

Outside the flesh/a limit/eroticism a crisis of technique/

An excess transgression from galaxy to galaxy deletes velocity /

What about before the noise of ruptures resistance to exposure?/

The cowardice of abandonment dread robs us of speech/

Self-deception and ignorance?/there is nothing to hold on to/

Life would be unbearable if we were conscious of it/

Going back there in breakdown of past tense to that hysterical

wild girl the woman refuses to understand/Drig stupor of pop tones/

With the drunken torment/wreckages sunk self-esteem the

intoxication of Invisible Pages youth becomes an ideal of sorrow/

Her prognostic situation reverses to her forgotten past dispose of

the prosthetic Absolute Icon as it passes by in flight/

Continually at Front Lines after drought and smell of damp paper/

to search for the original pain that reaches past futility

first slap that rape the eroticism abstract machine fetish/

Dimensionally away from strangulated male dominated intellect

head fuker logic/These are not simple matters of probability/

She needs volt of confidence to illuminate her strides no

remnants of the ego cult/Look serious act subversive/

Rust feeds on the nakid steel Ungestalt scales the wall of paranoia/

He told her of obscure depths the stone of her nakidness fell/

Invisible Pages heavy with fear and vulnerability/

Reveal what you did in cavity of years/All is illusion/ nothing lies/

More than a few streaks of genius filled in/Collision of electron/

Polluted by terror and the hidden line of escape/

The puzzle resolved or dissolved into the precise restrictions

of female convexity/The obsessive passion clings to screens of past/

Addiction forms of depression and anger rush to embrace

Invisible Pages epochal shift/migraine images of autopsy

Painful moments of senseless reality/

The Bachelors severed eroticism/

Her absolution in the pool of cosmologic energy/this is the hope

of her resurrection?/Gasping vulva of the passionate airman/

Invisible Pages sense of closure her freed rhizomic pleasures powers/

The stars of ecstasy drop from the skies harmonic gravity/ 

Attached to the estranged neural rush/protected against an easy

conceived access code/Fascist chemical intervention/

By that Mother sometimes caring for indefinite periods and then

deserting the role for her drigs?/Oh how she loves that high/

The Father urban warrior rides suicide cock essentially estranged/

This sordid inventory reeks its own havoc on the medium

of self-abuse and mutilation the Family the Fascist addiction/

How BoyDebris hated his dependence suspicious and suspicion/ 

Shuffling thru the garbage of personal shrapnel the abrasions

the wounds/The ethics of fatal disappearance/

Now he hit the trajectory of sharp edged bladed cults an

accelerating obsolescence/

Chemically adjusted weirdness bound down and struggling

knife at the throat the best orgasm I had she said/

Listen to your soaring eloquence yr ideology yr intentional

trans sexual orgasms/Junk apparatus encodes porno script

Those were the days that ignorance and decrepit self-esteem

denied you a clitoris/Just fuk me you said/I get no pleasure/

Its not my style says Invisible Page/Prelude to a tragic rape/

As yet she exhibit resistance to the male pump action/

Allocation of space to a normalized difference of

Self-understanding of her fatality/

The ancient knowledge stammering negative the last word

has been spoken/She loves death and life with a vengeance

that remains within justifiable counter culture margins /

A justice of personal values that moves inexorably away from

Western values/She has become a political activist a terrorist/

Not yet reconciled differences conflicts Middle East the public

burning flags appalling massacres inflames her Fascist innocence/

Tanks in the alleys fighting the Military/Syrian starvation and

genocide/Vanity of flesh and blood scratching in the dust/

Not this agnostic iconoclast this anchorite of negative dialectics

Still refusing to drop the mask of futility code psychotic

corrosion she abdicates her dreams of heterogeneity/

Oblique speculations hunting tracks of the androgynous

in her dream of the eternity of chance/

She has plunged into the wake of the Protocol of data Trash/

Weightless murmur the intricate web of nothing/

A barren place where strange attractors hit metal bondage/

Diminished on the metal which senses its invisibility/

By remaining anonymous you reserve yr rights to change

sides as many times as you like/The silent jargon of fascism/

A vicious cycle of vengeful massacres ethics of fatal

rhetoric/The fragments of a journal in hell/