pornologicalities — prose
part i
there is a free muscle that swirls around and drifts up and down and splashes and its tied to a mouth, the circle of the mouth is tied to a globe as a head, a passive entity, yet the mouth is forceful but submits to another, the triangle.
this triangle receives the muscle and gets pleased from the idea its in the wrong place. the muscle is suspended. the triangle feels the muscle is sometimes overstepping by landing on areas too forcefully. the muscle is destroying itself and in a wrong zone, the air is denser in those moments where it acts.
and the muscle regresses as it hits but becomes whiter as it lands, and it moves the air around it but not the mist that carries with the air. the muscle has edges which it ignores as it carries its circular motion. it carries this circular motion forward, it splashes and carries the motion as a symbol for itself, the motion replaces the muscle as it swirls, and the motion becomes the muscle.
the muscle is suspended. the motion is about how ignoring its own edges make it even more delectable. the muscle is better with the edges and not without them. the muscle is its own free agent yet constrained, and it was imagined before on its own and also tied to its effacement.
and the globe enters black when it activates its muscle and cancels out, it looks upon the triangle as to enact its own humiliation. and the muscle is the living body of the globe's own imagined slow circular twisting. and the muscle is suspended. the globe is satisfied to be reduced to its muscle. and the triangle only gains pleasure from the globe's complex yet emptied inside.
the inside of the globe reacts to the muscles movement by becoming white. as it whitens, the inside of the globe freezes, but its inside is still active. as the muscle pushes, the inside becomes all wobbly, but the globe increases in density. and the globe is frenzied when the muscle is suspended, yet the globe whitens when the muscle swirls back up. and the muscle dictates the globes movement, and the globe becomes more spherical the more the muscle rotates.
when the globe goes black, the muscle extends, and as it does this, the insides turn grey. and when the globe returns, the muscle pulls back, and as it does this, the insides turn back white. and the insides freeze in place when the triangle makes an impression.
the globe is in the wrong place and the muscle knows this. and the muscle feels the same way, that it is also in the wrong place, but in a less wrong way. the muscle can sometimes be allowed to be in a dead zone, but the globe can never be allowed to be known that it can turn black. and the white of the inside gets overturned, and this is okay. the muscle is mildly suspended.
and the globe enters black when it activates its muscle and cancels out, it looks upon the triangle and wonders whether to enact its own humiliation. and as the triangle embarasses itself. and as the triangle feels weak by this. and as the embarassement happens. and as the joy sets in. the enjoying, the self effacement of the globe. the globe is in joy.
yet through its muscle. and the muscle is a force, yet the globe is angry without knowing. and the globe strikes back by doing even more. and the globe isnt fully aware. the triangle at moments gives up. the surface grows colder and it loses some of its power. the power gets drained and everything goes dark. but in this darkness there is an awareness and it hurts.
the muscle flickers out for a second, and the air settles back in. sometimes in these moments, the triangle wonders, not for the globe, but about it. as the globe is abjected, the muslce is subjected