in
the other hand he retains
some
fragment of a design
not
out of fashion
the
abyss rising slowly
against
his will
failing
to choose disintegration
he
became a star instead
associated
with some fragment
of
ego he could have easily shed
he
developed an idea of himself
all
around himself actually
he
titled a publication
"The
Grant Morrison Abyss"
also
"Mary, a poorly received publication"
eventually
they broke up
with
all systems of celibacy
appearing
in the summer
critics
(and the public) saying only
"Horrible.
Very horrible."
since
he failed to uncross
he
now fears to cross
drinking
layers and layers of alcohol
eating
disintegrated and disintegrating meats
his
unconscious part follows
encrusted
with layers of self
always
considered to be a follower
his
truer self appearing
too
laid out and overdescribed
somehow
he retains pseudonyms
"Automatic
Pleasure?"
"Fortune
Exhibition," he counters
suggesting
the idea of blasphemy
early
and influentially
he
is a successor to the abyss
designed
to be a brother closer
Satan
is too old for this shit
overproduced
and flashing like religion
homeless
he wanders
has
to sleep on two chairs
draping
like elevated road kill
lingering
like a personal problem
homeless
and injured
his
talents emphasize
a
good many rejections
it's
like a portrait
homeless
10
May 1941
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