mobilis in mobili

j’ai fait les baises avec trois hommes et un femme. mais un des hommes être—OH SHIT THIS ISNT ENCRYPTED. NOT BY THE LACANIAN REAL!!!!

ENGAGE THE REAL. GO LACAN GO! 

ok, hi, i am engaging the real. OH NO THIS IS ANOTHER METAPHORE. and do you remember when you first learnt of the metaphor?

oh yes oh yes, i was happy then, but also very sad so i sent words forth and i followed dante. dante, and i saw such things that made me resolve — Oh, dad, he was the only (straight) man I was ever really crazy about— to say no more of this blesséd one until— spero di dire di lei quello che mai non fu detto d’alcuna. 

Quanta misteria! Quella miseria!

But dear dear how do love some of those others. how? 

i dislike this being alone. 

i still have not engaged the real. 

glassbottleneckkissbeingbeanbeanbeanbeanffaffrindwales mean julie midsommer (k)nights knights skipping passing jumping leaping lacuna repressing ignoring shame shock value Al you can call me al. All right. the kids are all right. wasn’t that the song? remember when you changed the light and i wait— wait we need to turn from here, lest we become BEATIFIED. pontification. HOLD ON HOLD THE PHONES ok im back again. i’ve made SEVERAL HUGE MISTAKES. but at least i stood firm at the last battle. 

remember the rickshaw? i need to get back to that. finish that story. make it something that HEMMINGWAY WOULD BE PROUD OF. 

death, be not proud. there’s some john dunne for you in the AM. 

i fell as— oh thou still unravished bride of — gather yee rose buds as ye may. TO VIRIGINS! TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME! I don’t mean to sound so andrew marvell & i am not hiding be hind the facade of email— too much too too much. too real!

hey. hey. remember this. I’m ********** ************* & I truly ____________. 

baudelaire. rimbuad. never said half the shit i know him for saying. 

i wish i had stayed in the Shire. 

who ordered this to follow me?