Curdling gurgles of perception’s attrition.
She sat down across from me on the sofa – stretching a commodifying lycra aesthetic over this itchy, rashed response to dissonance: Radio (crackling): “…drawing is the only discipline i’ve established for increasing awareness of my response to stimulus.” It’s not surgery – design involves the excision of the ego, art, la langue, will and signification. Physiologic reactive and self-correcting twitch. Inch by non-linear stitching splintered recess.
By excoriating the residue of the procedure of experience, Sam sloughs labels away (including all the sticky glue backing that usually requires an overnight soak) – preparing a condition of receptive cathecting repose similar to when experiencing “the mundane singularly” through drawing.
Sarong interjects the sputtering blurt: “Cuddly abjection?”
Twisting the insipid and the inane towards illicit reason-abrupting conflict. Less resolution than fidelity is Sarong’s goal. His whispering couples “coping” with “the will as anti-representation.”
Pull the davenport away from the wall to allow for her rhetorical distension of mimesis. Good luck with that.
The insurgent catalepsy of empathy.
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