from Temper and Felicity are Lovers
kathryn l. pringle
[four: ab- and re-, quarter]
our left hand is taking into account our leftness.
we turn 18 inches from F. [quite radial.] F x 0 + ? = torque. 12. inside.
sweet spot cold now. frozen. timid. an unclear locomotive. the turning moment
is zero. turning as
partiality. while we wait. as walks alone. as do any we. now. with this arrangement
it is always possible to…
we has tendency in is to cower, near body.
… start as in the perpetual motion no such outside no such external there is another
as in our work, justified space. done by machine. unsatisfied with this arrangement.
neglecting frictional or other losses. resting the beam upon we. lower the boon. ab
sence in crying. making motion where
it is –less.
we has centrifugal inner sentence rotate.
[trade’s luxury – trade’s toil = milk]
[the difference between the toil of trade
and the luxury of trade is milk]
the Nation is about farming
according to OUR Body.
MY NAME IS FELICITY. I PROMISE TO TELL THE TRUTH. THE WHOLE TRUTH. AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH. IF YOU COULD SEE BEHIND MY HEAD YOU WOULD SEE A TELEVISION SCREEN. EMBEDDED. IT HAS BEEN PLACED THERE BY THE AUTHORITIES OF OUR BODY. IT WILL TELL YOU WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO HEAR. EMBEDDED.
when my METAPHOR was dying she would cry out in the middle of the night to the invisible family around her bed. I could hear her from my upstairs bedroom. I realize now that I always choose to be in the room farthest away from COMPANY residents. not that I didn’t love my METAPHOR. not that I didn’t want to hear her scream. I mean. I didn’t want to hear her screaming. not ever. she spent a good amount of time screaming. my METAPHOR did.