GETBETTER

ISSUE 3

COPYRIGHT 2014 BY DEITY OF YOUR CHOICETHE IDEA OF THIS IS TO ‘GET BETTER’ AND TRACK A PROGRESS TO THAT POINT WHERE I AM BETTER FOR LACK OF A BETTER WORD OR REALLY EVEN KNOWING HOW TO GET THERE

Index 3 4/19 4 4/25 6 5/08 7 4/25 8 4/29 10 Sciatica 10 4/29 11 A series of 11 4/19 12 Cinderblocks 13 4/21 14 W/WALL OF/F TEX/XT 15

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4/25

5/08

Sciatica

“Hidden sleeper statement sirens.”I am a window.We are transparent.News: “Organize on to me-“On to me-”Headline read out:“God is great,“God is good,“God is great.”

Let loosened ears,Bow down their plunder.I am an obelisk,Set strong in these waters.

If they come hounding,I won’t tell anyone.

But we sleep whenWe are spoken to,And their screams,Will the earth tremble.

I. Development If the concept was: “DEVELOP SLEEP APNEA, “INSOMNIA, “CARBON MONOXIDE POISONING” I’d be doing pretty great.

II. Character Trying out others words, Like a commercial for something, That I’m no part of.

III. Merchandise Another month flies by. Brother catches her in the machine, Holds her down, Catches her fire.

IV. Wish She bursts into flame quicker than I can say: “Hello, where are you?”

V. You My baby deer, My baby doe, Mine, most of all.

VI. Me First time for everything.

VII. Sex It’s worst at night After you’re gone.

VIII. Cognitive So fucked up, I begged for you. I begged for it. Take myself, That’s when I’ll know, “I’m in control.”

IX. Your eyes Not much time left. Space, I-

X. __// Ran out of.

4/25

CINDERBLOCKSMid month manic depression got so much fucking rain it will drive you mad drive you fucking up the wall got it all till you hit the concrete don’t you?I had control over my actions until I realized the chaos in actions and the action in chaos if only someone loved me, if only I could make someone feel for me like you do and taste them, if only my tongue connected to my senses like you do. Feels all pretty grown up doesn’t it isn’t is supposedto aren’t you supposed to know what you wanna do with yourselfaren’t you supposed to suffer scathing scourges on papal scintillatingscrounged up enough just to pay for twenty in the tank - aren’t yousupposed to suffer? Indigestion made you queerer to the normal eye, more queer than rye on ham and Swiss more queer than a bologna sandwich,Bartholomew said “TURN OFF THE RADIO!” you said stuff it. If ten dollarswould get me to the city I would go right now, thing is it only takes two and I ain’t going to dance with you anymore because it’s not worth it. “That night I slipped into the storeroom unobserved and searched with my flashlight until I found it, bundled in a corner. I sat down beside it and put my fingers into the folds of the cloth. There was a smell of petrol. I thought I would never see them again...”If you’re going to generalize Islam you’ve got to know at least two things about it, and you can’t because everyone’s screaming terror as the men come down in praise of the same God you see fit enough, only more white.

L I G H T S D O W N L O W

M Y F A C E T O M Y F A C E

M A N T O S U B H U M A N

I W I L L B E S O M E T H I N G

M O R E T H A N H U M A N

I W A N T T O F A C E U P

DYNASTIES DYNASTIES DYNASTIES DYNASTIES DYNASTIES DYNASTIES

I W A N T T O B E C O M E Y O U R

ALIBI ALIBI ALIBI ALIBI ALIBI ALIBI ALIBI ALIBI ALIBI ALIBI ALIBI ALIBI

P L E A S E L E T M E B E W O R T H Y O U P L E A S E

S A W Y O U A G A I N I N A R O O M W I T H

N O W I N D O W S I T W A S

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Y O U R S K I N W A S S O S O F T

M Y H A N D S F E L T Y O U R S P I N E M Y L I F E

I F E L T Y O U T O U C H M E A N D I

S S C C R R E E A A M M E E D D

Y O U R H A N D S A R E S O C O L D

Y O U R H E A R T I S S T I L L H E A V Y

I F O N L Y I W A S S T R O N G E N O U G H

I W O U L D M A R R Y Y O U

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