most honor’d friends; 	leah, mesdames et mes yeux –

                                                                                   gods, dolphins, dauphins and fascists

(good afterble, constanoon!)	            the year is 2020-something                 deep inside of a

parallell universe        where adriana la cerva still exists          flossin’ & girlbossin’ like helen

             (of troy)            in skin-tight leopard print       and over yonder in the great impossible

            queen di’s slinging big tennis dialectic            w ms. ruggerio             hark now, hear

salomé shrieking!       chasing fritz down the cobbles (with a whip 😈)       what a time to be

alive!!!!!                       the renaissance commences, as it should       in the middle of the

fifteenth (should it???), century                     new year          new me          new diet (of

worms)                       hegelian yoga to prepare the body       – retrospectively –       for the

state of nature to come:          in this girlboss leviathan timeslip,	where the 90s is taken as

imagined         given     the present moment	 never occurs,	            harry never met sally an

            freud, jung, lacan??     never born                no jeremy kyles followed        only us:

the hbo original           door-to-door medusa, sweet serpentine,        laden, trojan, wheeling

and dealing      jamberry thermomixes          (on this timeline there are no illusions)

            (or ‘multi-level marketing schemes’), 	            no sir nor sires            no one argues

            about david lynch endings                  or accepts the love they think they deserve

elisabeth of bohemia   said ridendo dicere severum,	                       through what is laughable

            say what is somber:     watching it all happening                 like pi o (before him ////,

before her)                 the iphone groove in your distal phalanges                the aflw players

kickboxing in the park	                                                                                    hunger leaves no

trace               on this diminishèd timeline ⏳	            the laws of nature are eternal; and yet,

easie…              …        we do not suffer newton,                malebranche, nor patrick batema

            though violence’s most impressive trick               is kicking itself in the head

            in a quiet room near the edge of the woods         there’s a one-trick pony

            (named tony) playing buckaroo                              it’s a slippery slope to solipsism

            the [homoeroticism] to [german-                           engineered consumer goods] pipeline

            ecce homo, ecce…    personne 🐸                           even lauren conrad remembers

            sentience;                                                                    the beauty contest that started it all:

the bold (audacieuse)             and the beautiful are all around us,                here in girlboss

leviathan         where nothing was the same              and everything could be        différent!!!!!