Wet Wet Wet Round# 2

 Below is a transcribed version of our drunken free writing activity.
The necessary form of release-- Eh, ano ngayon? This is NOT poetry!

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Round 2 07262011 Spazzio - COR by Amber_Light



Round #2, 1st line by Shane – read by Cor

I see a car at my feet.
Silently begging for scrap to eat
I give him a shroom and as
he swallows he starts to swoon.
reminds me of the world today.
Is this really why we live, just
to stay?

            And then there’s this chef wanting
to optimize his time in cooking. A lot
of tasks, a lot of recipes. Given the dish
on the stove & the list of dishes
that are in line to be cooked, what
dish should be cooked next?

            Sex.
Like orgasms mixed? Like
orgasms fakely fixed? I need
a good dish. I’m starving.
Foreplay is it? Like cutting
onions while you weep?
Wail in pleasure. Moan in great
Rapture for something new.
Unanticipated, unfamiliar,
UNSCATHED. Serve me
the purest dish you can muster
and I will consume it up to
the last piece. Make me
glad.
and the reward I shall grant
will be of the highest. Not
me, or my virginity. Something
more pure, but my whole true
love. For you to do with as
you wish. It may be something
as "malansa" as would be fish
but so full of flavor. It would
be more than what you could
ever wish.
           Today was a rainy day
Many cats are playing
Many cocks are
Fighting.1

            Fighting to get to the
same hour first. As if
the minutes don’t matter.
As if the seconds are
mere adjectives in a purple
prose—a purple prose that
doesn’t last. A feverish
one which inflicts. You may recover,
forget, feign robust enlightenment.
This I give you: clean air, space for
you to connect. But as you grow
older and connect, you learn. You
realize you’re lonely for more than just you
but others
too.


Shane, Shirl, Riley, Jov, Cor
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1 This is a footnote.
[[In the sense of conflict?]]


Spazzio July 26, 2011