Sewn in You @salt and gold <Julu> your limbs around me / holes caught in trees and flowers <Alan> give me thorns piercing the soft flesh <Julu> thorns of love screaming against your holes on the way to Armageddon this is the way to Armageddon. so this is the way the thorns go, ripping the pink flesh. ripping the ribs and rims of the flesh, emerging from filth. <Alan> call it filth and draw brown blood from me into havoc. <Julu> don't you dare call me havoc. @havoc -> #@$(*&(*&$%))(*@#$ [noise is on the line] +++ You have been disconnected. Do you wish to reconnect? <Julu> perfect love is always interruption. <Alan> cut my nipples from my breasts: plant them. @cut @plant @grow Soldiers of the Golden Fleece <Julu> and they have black bellies of black bombers cut into straight and rigid angles and just so reflecting radar and midnight tracers everywhere across your body's violent hills. @you your belly, holes and fabrics drawn from love and nature. <Alan> i i i i i ruffles combs serrations raked across your shoulders, i can imagine drawing blood into the page among us <Julu> i can't sleep without you, live without you any longer, can't breath without your flesh heavy in my lungs. i want your lungs in me. i want to breathe your breath, i want to eat your flesh. <Julu> i want your lungs. i want your flesh. the @premonition of the Argonauts Black plane cuts the furrows weather-vaning across tillage and you can dream your bright lights, you can dream your trees. At night I try to sleep in the fires, there are lips< and labia everywhere, skin swollen and cracked to the burst- ing point. There's no difference between you and me. Between the two of us. The deep slits in the dry dark earth carry water down and out to the road. The road's always filled but the people are invisible and I do not love them and will not learn to love them. <Julu> don't give me your dreams as well. oak floors are hard but they tend to swell in floods, pushing out the walls of the house, everything falls to pieces, you can't find the planes @jason The Argonauts are coming: MEDEA OF THE FALLEN TIMBERS whose skin tears along those lines separating us. Our love will bring the planes down. Our love makes the growth of every living thing. <Julu> if you leave me i will kill you, if i kill you, you will leave me. @sewn I spent my time sewing us together. I spent my time sending needles into and across the skin that holds the sky. Planes seep contrails everywhere sown like teeth holding culture against barbarian hordes, all hordes are barbarian. <Alan> you shit on me, i crawl through it, to you you you; bury me alive, i'm there for you, the black planes replace the freighters, air replaces water, you replace my mind with your own and teach me things i never dreamed, lines and lineages of the black planes, the smell of silt and shit in the furrows gone down to the road, the path of the road gone down to the village where we are fucking <Julu> the planes are coming again, the Argonauts have carried medusa, your cock is stone, i love your cock <Alan> i love the taste of your shit, your vomit, your milk, your blood <Julu> down on my knees beg you crawl through me @sword @shield @mail <Alan> i can't feel anything any more but you, you're all i want to feel, threads cut through the flesh, threads seal our mouths and holes together @Argonaut They do capture and they do bring us before the king and Medea. Medea begs us to fuck her, Phaedra begs us to fuck her. We do fuck her. Do we violate Jason with the plane and spike. Do we thrust the sword and lance through mouth and hole. Does his tongue rot? <Julu> does his tongue rot ours? <Alan> his tongue does _no such thing,_ his tongue does no thing, there are no thing. @people There are people around & we want to fuck in front of them & strip each other & expose ourselves utterly. We can't keep our hands off each other. We swallow each other. We draw blood against the bone. Our hair is matted with blood. We give each other every possible disease and drug. We give each other every possible dream and mind. We do know the world and could make everything true and beautiful. We choose to fuck and love violently and hard. The planes are coming. <Julu> we choose to draw blood with blood. <Alan> we choose to draw planes with our blood. <Julu> we choose to draw bombs with our blood, we draw broken homes and windows too. <Alan> we draw smashed streets and cities too. <Julu> we draw smashed people everywhere lying and screaming on the ground. <Alan> we fuck so hard our cocks come out our cunts, our cunts out our mouths, our mouths out our cocks @out They do only to go back again. They do bind each other into violent knots. They do go back. <Julu> we die for our love, our flesh and blood feeds the soil of all good-bad things @Argonaut A large shadow looms over the landscape, a male chained in armor carrying an iron sword, there are whirlwinds and shadows, there are duststorms and fires, there is the sound of a great word spoken in a great language. @speak @sew @fuck <Alan> this is understood between us when our bodies <Julu> clash together, hungered hard, torn apart and <Alan> chain-male woven, you better hold me forever, <Julu> you better hold me forever, you better be good <Alan> to me, you better bury the planes, you better sew the fields and lips, till the fields, rake the shoulders of all surface burn the shoulder-furrows @write Write the name of aeroplanes and war. @havoc - @#$@^&$)(%$(*&#$%& [noise is on the line] +++ You have been disconnected. Do you wish to reconnect? @love Love soars its way through the bullets and bombs and everyone hears the truth. They fuck so hard it is louder than any word. They scream and scream and scream and scream.