tumblr works as vispo

My tumblr sets are working as vispo and maybe slopo if I was to take more time. Only post Creative Commons licensed. I will start writing short Joseph Stroud like 6 line bits on them. Right now it is just Word Made Flesh.

Confessions of Fortune Neglected V2

Confessions of Fortune Neglected

When teaching, body minds me to breathe in: breathe out.
Eyes do not see shimmers and bold shades wandering wicked
and kind within and around the slick and vascular dense
spacelessness of low brain; a locus for haunting by former lovers
as if Chiari priviledged their campground and ancestral grounding

with a name. When walked and wandered and worked of needs,
what's done is done, body is mostly alone and suprated in front of ugly
cookbooks and bogus textbooks and skanky dictionaries of butchered
saints. Body deigns why are there so few succulent spirits to recall?
The taint is only and again so many mistakes and counted as cost.

Mistakes must be paid for, to pray for, and burn. Body will say today that I
am made of mistakes. Mistakes that many lovers of my teachers have
paid as gravedirt price. Forgive us all hasty and arrogant performances
of cannot do this: cannot do this, and cannot do this again: and finish
with a valued and jettisoned version of the consecrated strain.

So it goes. As if these doe breasted and rutted morphes of students need
help emptying their bodies of meaning. They are feeding me kenosis as
apophatic masters inhabit each of them. Pools of "since feeling is first" battle
dance within their slippery and graceless irregular verbs and rattle the locks of
their spore into particular sleek and styleless notions of defeat.

As if a god's persective never could change. The soul of body
moves and shinnys along the chainbrakes and cracked bric-a-brac of
desire. Nowhere schooled and elsewhere courted are holy sparks present
and counted as faith unto righteousness. Maybe the quickening
lust of flesh made heir is more to the point of their working rest.