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Notes on: Beauty has infinite range but so does wretchedness – p81
OCCVLTA – LIVE AT UNION POOL
SATIN PROCESSES
I
surface satin sheets
someone whets the sheets
speaks the satin whets the sheets
speaking satin pretty
surface satin goods
whets the satin sheets
speaking pretty satin
speaks the sheets
pretty’s satin goods
the seam the sheets the surface pretty
weighs the sheets crushes satin
crushes pretty satin sheets
bleeding satin skin the goods the pretty
someone seized the scalpel satin surface
someone crushes satin seized the scalpel
that gifts me with Korean skincare
the seam the roll the satin hand
someone turns their back on me
crushing pretty satin rolls
that whets the sheets
that crushes lard
that releases pretty
like pretty sheets
that cuts the lard
that releases someone satin skin
that weighs the goods
that squeezes sausages out of their skins
that peels the skin off sausages
that squeezes out of satin
like pretty crushed the sheets
that leads me through the laboratory
that replaces me with someone new
that lubricates me soft as satin
that welcomes me with open arms
that discourages speaking for three weeks after completed procedure
that cuts the lard
that cuts out pretty
that releases one that can be taken
that is taken pretty
that fills me up with pretty
that fills me up
satin sheets that glisten
II
in a garden thorns
the rotten apples
a cyborg picks the rotten apples
swathing satin rotten apples
like sweet-fruit picking hair from skin
like cyborg picking hair off skin
sweet-fruits attract the flies
like sweet-fruit goods
like cyborg fuel
in a garden cyborg thorns
leads the fuel;
rots
replaces limbs and rots
like fruits are picked and swathed in satin
that buries all the rotten apples
that fertilises cyborg skins
pretty cyborg skins
someone picks the rotten apples
swathed in satin
in satin skins
that fertilises;
rots
like risky business
plucks the hair out of the skins
in a garden sweet-goods
fertilises sweetest fruit trees
that rot
like uncanny valley
in a garden cyborg thorns
swathing skin in satin
the cream the fruit the sweetest
that fills me
like cream
like sweetest
like replacement limbs
someone turns their back
twists the satin round the ankles
rotting apples smoothest satin
all the sweet-fruit;
rots
