The Reel and the Hyperreal
twitching finger, great dream of light streams out lucid in the dark, outside shut out, stays out, in the link of skin to ? in a great synaptic net, woven haptic kisses data-pure; in and out, in and out, flows like so; in and out, no delay, data dilates as it contracts: penetration and birth, in and out –– rebirth, she moans a little, or maybe she just breathes heavily, in and out, curled up in bed, in and out, arh akh har, dancing things like angels (clipped wings stuck back on, shivering warm), body lost while still inside it, dark whirring room and barred windows, pumping and shuddering, thoughtless pure presence, cool air turning, outside there are birds and a future distant and impossibly deep, endless even, it’s too early to say what fills it, pleasure or pain or something else, just feeling, but what ever it is goes on and on, it comes with the shedding of the body, unravelled or chewed apart by some great thing too big to see, swollen and swelling still, hiding out puffed up behind the horizon, too early to say, even the shadow is shapeless, so for now it’s only in and out, machine without a body, in and out, great free floating brain caressed, gentle movements across a neglected being, emaciated, feeble, shaking and quivering moanbreaths, in and out, thoughtless typing, in and out, pure reflex, psychobabble, prelinguistic language flies up out of the notbody, antigrammar sets in like fever, in and out, frantic movements to pure sound; music on music on rustling on clicking on beat on colour; yes, on colour; colour as sound, warped toned kreekirikree orange [vibrator get ready with me schizoidal bird feeding kabbalah meat grinder sports betting oiled tits bogo sephirot] and other ones too; violent purple saw tooth wave krsnagwvuu wvuuh ab wvvuu ab, and things like pure pus bass and anodyne blue little wind chimey titititi crystal pings and it’s bed squeaks and dub echoes while god is watching her out the web cam so quiet up there while she is moving through [snuff geese low waisted pants eating out charlie kirk neck wound discreet sex toy amputee in gaza only fans crack pipe ai jew trade truecel gay boy in his undies short film mutual aid] life so human so base yes this is it, this is it, behold your potential, and out the webcam she doesn’t even look foetal or prefoetal but something else, maybe tadpoley or egglike, what is crucial is a sense of hatching, of rending out the shell, and she lashes herself with perineal palantears as she gets off –– to the arrangements not the objects mind you, gets off to some bizarre latent kink in the thinking thing neglected that sends blood all through you at the thought of nCk or stars and bars, and naturally some austere moans trickle out, not breaths this time, fuck how good is a neoliberal orgasm, she sees poses doing bodies, not the converse, in and out, in and out, a thanaterotic virus is in the air, breathed in and out, and it’s spreading, hostless (but newly bluetooth transmissible) and sertraline and half a joint goes straight to the clit oh god, hymnpulses coming in and out, screen to screen, ekphrastes about tiktok twerk offs with two fingers inside [you have to try psychtrance breathplay israel drain gang young girl brain rot body dance outside icc local gig foid muscles chat gpt zohran mamdani agartha strip tease] and oh what shape hides behind the skyline or lurks underground or simply spread through; an anthill climbing up, luminous smog, tuberous fibrosity with a pulse, or nothing at all, a blank space charged with static, and the horizon shakes and shakes and shakes, and one could imagine the walls peeling away and all the light going out; quiet stars, stunted data centers, the neutering of every streetlamp, hospitals turned to crypts and bulbs sputtering and wailing before dark, yes one could imagine this, but the best is yet to come.
