i will misspell words, and missay them, and form them to my mouth , and speak everything montonal, and in an outward breath: language is my subordinate , and i will distort it, before i distort myself...

i saccade the text; reading the dialogues backwards. then one person at a time- then at random, then sequentially; i start scrolling. i'm searching...

words are small little things. there’s no need to be fearful as you approach. just reach down into the garden and grab one. grab a handful. why don’t u make a sentence? go on. try it.

"breathe deep the breath of the gods
and die"