There are things that we talk about and things we pretend we don't talk about; such as fruit or schedules or God; or sex or soot or brokens.

By talking about both these things, the seam between may be avoided--whether for shame or love or revulsion or fear, or a mixture of many

"funk"

it's not like it is in the movies, and God forbid I make the mistake of making it

There is flesh; there is blood; the former always trying to hide the latter.

But on the fringe, there are scabs, sticky clotting blood under nails, dead skin, new skin pus raised scars grey under water

God forbid I make this what it isn't

It is without (moral) value because there are no eyes watching to attribute

I cannot say that I love it for any more reason than that i do not now know what it is, or why it is

eyeball juice

eye boogers

something squeezed between the watcher and the watched...

let us say, for now, it is a sound.

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