Fugitivity is immanent to the thing but is manifest transversally

1. between the object and the floor the couch is a pedestal and a shawl and just woke up her hair. she never ever leaves the floating other house but through some stories they call. later that was her name the collaborator of things shine in the picture. hand flew off her early hair though held by flowers. later her name was grete. her hair feels angles by flowers that before her name was shori the penetrator in the history of no décor. the station agent intimate with tight spaces refuse to hit back or be carried. later her name was danielle goldman and his serene highness thierry henry. her head is cut off by a shadow of primary folded streets she harrass with enjoyment. later her name is piet. she come from cubie with the whole club economy in her hand. when she reclines her head is lifted by a turn, someone’s arm they left there. later her name was elouise. watch her move into the story she still move 2. and tear shit up. always a pleasure the banned deep brown of faces in the otherwise whack. the cruel disposed won’t stand still. apparatus tear shit up and always. you see they can’t get off when they get off. some stateless folks spurn the pleasure they are driven to be and strive against. man, hit me again.