#undefted

[sharlmbracta]

and i found THESE in my notes

well damn

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(“your weakness rings true, but it is a show of strength as it is trust, it does not make me degrade you, all your sentiments exposed are safely locked between here with just you and me.”) “So tell me, isn’t it a rather (secure/a pleasant weather/safe/peaceful/tranquil/nice) time we’re having/sharing right now/at the moment?” She smiled. And finally, he saw. The storm. She let him see. It was finally letting itself seen. (It was a signal. And there waited, a response.) 1 (a response, as a tear, a one he discretely felt, then another, and another, into a stream, his own storm, letting itself known, shown, exposed, yet with, within, unquelled yet drowned, covered, heaved, {coyingly perhaps} wrapped around the prolonged, cast,  mute unmuted storm, and he broke.) (and he crumpled, within, her arms, her eyes, the ones she let himself entrance-) he cried and wept. he let himself. (processed the storm, after so long the storm had been processed him, or was it the opposite, he couldn’t tell. everything in a cumulative singular blender. it, he, hurt. thunder. and yet, in full tandem. the oddly definition, came the opposite. still in the storm, as the storm, he continued. he was let, the raid during on, the endless relentless, downpour on his face, made understood he, felt peace. lightning, struck. the walls, undeft yet daft as he, fell over.

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0 it was raw. as all storms are. the rawest he’d ever been. (he remembered his mind swelt out the all, for when he had taken, for when he was taken. all the times he was tortured.  (the word tied definition he had personally himself made out over the general, existing one.) for when she had been gone and when he had lost her as decayed, it wasn’t an almost.) he relieved.    (though not for the first time, the most intense.) all,  at once.) 2 (if the(his) wracks were loud enough to leave the room, they were unidentified as they were unrecognized as they were unprecented as they always had been silent (lest they know they had existed at all, in mute, peeled away, as a mule.)) (never had they wittnessed such a storm.) ((yet again.) unsurprisingly. they failed to acknowledge.) he smiled. despite himself, despite the rain (that was) still falling young. (more fell (out)more when he realized that little spark, the crack just now (that he had forbidden and had been forbidden) was the happiest(secured) he’d ever been in the last decade.)

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[alaspoorwallace]

YEAR OF THE DEPEND ADULT UNDERGARMENT

[...] [DFW, Infinite Jest, 5b]

The sideboard is against the wall opposite the room's electronic recliner under a triptych of high-quality Byzantine erotica. The padded cartridge-mailers with their distinctive rectangular bulge are mixed haphazardly in with the less entertaining mail. Searching for something to unwind with, the medical attache tears the different padded mailers open along their designated perforations. There is an O.N.A.N.M.A. Specialty Service film on actinomycete-class antibiotics and irritable bowel syndrome. There is 1 April Y.D.A.U.'s CBC/PATHÉ North American News Summary 40-minute cartridge, available daily by a wife's auto-subscription and either transmitted to TP by unrecordable InterLace pulse or express-posted on a single-play ROM self-erasing disk. There is the Arabic-language video edition of April's Self magazine for the attache's wife, Nass's cover's model chastely swathed and veiled. There is a plain brown and irritatingly untitled cartridge-case in a featureless white three-day standard U.S.A. First Class padded cartridge-mailer. The padded mailer is postmarked suburban Phoenix area in Arizona U.S.A., and the return-address box has only the term 'HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!,' with a small drawn crude face, smiling, in ballpoint ink, instead of a return address or incorporated logo. Though by birth and residence a native of Quebec, where the language of discourse is not English, the medical attache knows quite well that the English word anniversary does not mean the same as birthday. And the medical attache and his veiled wife were united in the eyes of God and Prophet not in April but in October, four years prior, in the Rub'al Khali. Adding to the padded mailer's confusion is the fact that anything from Prince Q---------'s legation in Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A. would carry a diplomatic seal instead of routine O.N.A.N. postage. The medical attache, in sum, feels tightly wound and badly underappreciated and is prepared in advance to be irritated by the item inside, which is merely a standard black entertainment cartridge, but is wholly unlabelled and not in any sort of colorful or informative or inviting cartridge-case, and has only another of these vapid U.S.A.-type circular smiling heads embossed upon it where the registration- and duration-codes are supposed to be embossed. The medical attache is puzzled by the cryptic mailer and face and case and unlabelled entertainment, and preliminarily irritated by the amount of time he's had to spend upright at the sideboard attending to mail, which is not his task. The sole reason he does not throw the unlabelled cartridge in the wastecan or put it aside for his wife to preview for relevance is because there are such woefully slim entertainment-pickings on his wife's irritating Americanized tennis-league evening away from her place at home. The attache will pop the cartridge in and scan just enough of its contents to determine whether it is irritating or of an irrelevant nature and not entertaining or engaging in any way. He will heat the prepared halal lamb and spicy halal garnish in the microwave oven until piping-hot, arrange it attractively on his tray, preview the first few moments of the puzzling and/or irritating or possibly mysteriously blank entertainment cartridge first, then unwind with the news summary, then perhaps have a quick unlibidinous look at Nðss's spring line of sexless black devout-women's-wear, then will insert the recursive surf-and-rain cartridge and make a well-deserved early Wednesday evening of it, hoping only that his wife will not return from her tennis league in her perspiration-dampened black ankle-length tennis ensemble and remove his dinner tray from his sleeping neck in a clumsy or undeft fashion that will awaken him, potentially.

When he settles in with the tray and cartridge, the TP's viewer's digital display reads 1927h.

[DFW, Infinite Jest, 5c] [End of the chapter Y.D.A.U.][Next chapter’s incipit will be labeled DFW, Infinite Jest, 6a]

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Rachel smiled and simply pulled up her feet before shuffling back and behind Helena. “AS YOU WISH...” With that UNDEFT HANDS proceeded to press GENTLY into Helena’s spine before HESITATING for just a second. “Umm... This might suck by the way. I’ve...” Bite of her lip and a NERVOUS LITTLE LEAP in her chest. “Never done this before...” But she was a PERFECTIONIST. She’d learn QUICK. With that her hands went to work and it took A FEW FULL MINUTES before it even dawned on her... That Helena... hadn’t technically COMMANDED HER to give her a back rub. And while, yes, the SUBCONSCIOUS OBEDIENCE of Rachel Barbra Berry spoke HEAVILY of how deep their SUB-DOM relationship went. The young starlet still found herself thinking about SOMETHING ELSE. That her efforts here perhaps weren’t ENTIRELY born from her SUBMISSIVE PRECOGNITION. But may also have been birthed from a place of FRIENDSHIP or... more likely... SOMETHING MORE... She kept those musings to HERSELF... FOR NOW... And continued her efforts. (For fear that those feelings were HERS & HERS ALONE -- And because this raised questions of what the future held for HERSELF & FINN HUDSON.) “How’s that?” She asked -- Nerves CONSPICUOUS in the SIMPLISTIC WITHDRAWAL of her verbiage. She NEEDED to get this RIGHT.

[birchbritches]

Overexposure

Synopsis from the top down attempts to stretch its optics over too much dawn,

light and its inhibitor hefty, indefatigably undeft, catches in the jagged details, poor-hammered floorboard.

- B B Pine

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[exceptindreams]

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“Ali! Ali!” Khaled Mattawa

It’s late and your heart skips watching that young man fight. The Garden, the left jab lashes like a frog’s tongue catching a fly. There you go again with an undeft

image to his arthropod conceit. You know he’ll win, an old victory. They hate him there, sore that he joined your faith, a strapping boy, skin hairless almost feminine. He’d kept you up before,

your father waking you at dawn to watch the thrilla, the rumble, even the shamble in Nagasaki fighting a wrestler, a prone Japanese guerrilla, bruising the elegant legs. What was he

telling you then in that unplanned night shift? That there’s honor in defeat, that you’d get your chance? The referee says, “Alright boys,” and you drift to Ralph Allison’s blind nightmarish dance.

The doctor checks Jones’s right eye, but the crowd boos him. There’d been a scandal in slow mo. No one wants a dead man shouting aloud maricon! At the end of round five, he’s slow

and you want to lead him back to his corner though you know he’ll win, a knockout, probably, but he wastes two rounds looking for a strong straight right as Banks flouts

a second wind. Then in a flash—you’re about to adjust the volume or put a dish away— Cooper is a cyclops, blood oozing out of his one open eye, swinging wildly

like a wounded spider. Lyle’s coach protests. Years later he’ll do the rope-a-dope to declaim on purgatory. And later yet, in an airport he writes a dedication to you, signs his name,

on a leaflet, “Life After Death.” Tonight again your beloved brother squeaks by, a TKO. His victory’s slower, but that’s where he’ll remain, a light in your heart that never ceased to glow.

[collinsstanharbour]

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