Make my mind avoid our bohemia.
Recover the masterpiece for fun and rusticity.
Destroy and smooth nothing.
Imitate killing seeing
the system in theory.
Automata control is disingenuous.
2/28/17
Rain is fading under a glazed bough, or something
Like stars on snow on top of sleet
Adjusting to bright, vermilion bushes of mist.
What a pain...
Tow trucks!
Even seagulls catch a few sparks
Because the sun is thumping now, and pond birches sear,
Gathering momementum in shade,
A walkathon for frogs to paddle from side to side
Toward the splashes.
Or have they a surname?
Like stars on snow on top of sleet
Adjusting to bright, vermilion bushes of mist.
What a pain...
Tow trucks!
Even seagulls catch a few sparks
Because the sun is thumping now, and pond birches sear,
Gathering momementum in shade,
A walkathon for frogs to paddle from side to side
Toward the splashes.
Or have they a surname?
Cupid’s id? It’s a violent, smoking culture so we need straight talk.
It’s a gay culture so we need what we’ve been doing
for years delighting overseas.
Head-on war is a mistake (Diane di Prima).
We always won, until Vietnam, fair and square, violent.
Cupid’s appeal? Direct appeal even if it’s imagined stark
for mobile tastes. Here, that’s speaking practically.
There’s change with movement in many overlaps.
For a second the short answer is cohorts
you can scream open and enjoy.
I don’t know. Yes. Details collect. It’s a mad softness where
we’re going over one part, step after Santa Claus step
as mating instruction and human rights,
the amp and pan point overdue in time.
It’s a gay culture so we need what we’ve been doing
for years delighting overseas.
Head-on war is a mistake (Diane di Prima).
We always won, until Vietnam, fair and square, violent.
Cupid’s appeal? Direct appeal even if it’s imagined stark
for mobile tastes. Here, that’s speaking practically.
There’s change with movement in many overlaps.
For a second the short answer is cohorts
you can scream open and enjoy.
I don’t know. Yes. Details collect. It’s a mad softness where
we’re going over one part, step after Santa Claus step
as mating instruction and human rights,
the amp and pan point overdue in time.
2/27/17
Mr Peanut twisted once again to look up. I hadn’t expected it. On the other hand, what choice did he have? There’s a term in telephony, ‘room tone,’ ordinary silence. My heart stopped altogether as I held my breath, then he answered.
“Yeah, I’m here.”
“Oh, em…”
“No. It’s not.”
“I would.”
“Well I —”
“You know what..”
“Promise..”
“Yeah, I think —”
What I heard while we both waited was room tone. The next five or six seconds would matter. In an hour he would walk us both down to clear our heads. He waited a moment more, then he said, “I’ve just noticed I haven’t said anything.”
“Yeah, I’m here.”
“Oh, em…”
“No. It’s not.”
“I would.”
“Well I —”
“You know what..”
“Promise..”
“Yeah, I think —”
What I heard while we both waited was room tone. The next five or six seconds would matter. In an hour he would walk us both down to clear our heads. He waited a moment more, then he said, “I’ve just noticed I haven’t said anything.”
A life schtick is a super concept.
And today’s laughter protocols could not be ‘more serious.’
It’s been remarkable to gauge how sneering, vaporous, obtruding personalities —
A loose term — proceed unamusingly
Or even uncivilly in opening salvos. Seems a rehearsed practice, perhaps.
By salvo — the first three or four minutes of monotone in talk, in writing.
You can’t have that yonder.
And today’s laughter protocols could not be ‘more serious.’
It’s been remarkable to gauge how sneering, vaporous, obtruding personalities —
A loose term — proceed unamusingly
Or even uncivilly in opening salvos. Seems a rehearsed practice, perhaps.
By salvo — the first three or four minutes of monotone in talk, in writing.
You can’t have that yonder.
Scruples? It’s to our advantage being excommunicated
as we’re British; it’s not our nature to boast. Fortunately, we don’t have to.
We’re British.
*
Then King James proved Cistercians saw an arrow has feathers, flying as it works the crowd.
Later something came up. The fuzz of taking on a set matter ..
Each something raising uncomfortable indeterminacy.
as we’re British; it’s not our nature to boast. Fortunately, we don’t have to.
We’re British.
*
Then King James proved Cistercians saw an arrow has feathers, flying as it works the crowd.
Later something came up. The fuzz of taking on a set matter ..
Each something raising uncomfortable indeterminacy.
2/26/17
Andante: “I promise we won’t bean you with a bag of nickels.” Waiter,
there are figments in my soup. The quartet’s on a mission; higher
up, the wait staff’s part doodle/part association we can avoid.
The quartet’s a hoist to operate spores by hand,
stacking musical thought like refractions of gaseous tubes that meet
over lit magnets & their disentanglements ...
there are figments in my soup. The quartet’s on a mission; higher
up, the wait staff’s part doodle/part association we can avoid.
The quartet’s a hoist to operate spores by hand,
stacking musical thought like refractions of gaseous tubes that meet
over lit magnets & their disentanglements ...
The one state is jaw dropping, turning away from independent public scrutiny.
The argument, from a Darwinian datum, eye contact reinforces civility that lowers game energy controlling the sciences.
Today’s game harnesses breathless slurs to insert alterations within argument’s force and structure, redoubled in silence.
Argument is a figure of speech, already shrunk to pellets against heavier armor just before the death of death.
The argument, from a Darwinian datum, eye contact reinforces civility that lowers game energy controlling the sciences.
Today’s game harnesses breathless slurs to insert alterations within argument’s force and structure, redoubled in silence.
Argument is a figure of speech, already shrunk to pellets against heavier armor just before the death of death.
2/25/17
If every frontal-ist were interrupted, we’d never get back.
This is a transparency first to seeing speech as transparent. (‘This’
“is” a great uncle of frontal oportunism.) When you’re young
nepotism is rampant in meaning maybe.
Maybe not as opaque.
Ok. I hear voices in the kitchen. My thoughts freeze in total makeover
as this recedes — putting it mockingly — heading back w/ nothing.
This is a transparency first to seeing speech as transparent. (‘This’
“is” a great uncle of frontal oportunism.) When you’re young
nepotism is rampant in meaning maybe.
Maybe not as opaque.
Ok. I hear voices in the kitchen. My thoughts freeze in total makeover
as this recedes — putting it mockingly — heading back w/ nothing.
Eden. It’s drizzling in one panel.
I’m a folk musician perusing low interest loans. I talk thus in a low register. To effect a good commission my face sports two layers of sleep relief.
In one direction the focus is lost. I grow accustomed, so to speak.
In the other I’ll let the snakes speak with English subtitles.
Assembly required.
I’m a folk musician perusing low interest loans. I talk thus in a low register. To effect a good commission my face sports two layers of sleep relief.
In one direction the focus is lost. I grow accustomed, so to speak.
In the other I’ll let the snakes speak with English subtitles.
Assembly required.
Belle! The steam fitters system is not brilliant.
The best go up front.
The back office is an eyesore, half the hurt.
That said, show’s over. You go ahead.
Systems execs set the controls, blast the volume up
to drones like butterflies w/ rabbit ears..
overviews regarded in their wholeness, contours
beeped forward w/ news that smarts enough.
2/24/17
The comment box in which we’re about to speak is crowded without words.
The machine I never saw before flunked me —
A glimmer of its prolific aroma
calms me down. There’s a piece of karate with top notes to erase and something else fantastic, piquant, active against the grain. Your touch reaches a point when time management is unleashed.
But I’m just commenting.
The machine I never saw before flunked me —
A glimmer of its prolific aroma
calms me down. There’s a piece of karate with top notes to erase and something else fantastic, piquant, active against the grain. Your touch reaches a point when time management is unleashed.
But I’m just commenting.
A poem is a picture. Have a Shrek glass of water after sunset as Blossom’s arfs define bird properties degrading, shaken to a brink ..oops..
It’s a picture like hydrangea in labor (staging nightmares)
..in this one I’m emotionally shot with depth as a thespian-rapper rounding off contrasting demands of flimsy seriality and sequence. We never meet on a Ferris wheel.
It’s a picture like hydrangea in labor (staging nightmares)
..in this one I’m emotionally shot with depth as a thespian-rapper rounding off contrasting demands of flimsy seriality and sequence. We never meet on a Ferris wheel.
This is a fugue
talk talk future talk
..I’m spry in my motives, underhanded
getting back to catch the slapdash in how it works.
You may have noticed we’re on the side of open doors
abhorring a vacuum when it doesn’t matter,
vibrato and sunlight close their distance. Notice they
never saw it coming, old and new senses strung out on sectionals,
an untapped socialism of oblique pup scents and puckish
flair. Someday all this will be yours. Acres and blocks
that lean socialist purring with snappy dialog, steeped in
a plaited glow living to under-simulate amounts enclosed
..spry in my motives, underhanded
getting back to catch the slapdash in how it works.
talk talk future talk
..I’m spry in my motives, underhanded
getting back to catch the slapdash in how it works.
You may have noticed we’re on the side of open doors
abhorring a vacuum when it doesn’t matter,
vibrato and sunlight close their distance. Notice they
never saw it coming, old and new senses strung out on sectionals,
an untapped socialism of oblique pup scents and puckish
flair. Someday all this will be yours. Acres and blocks
that lean socialist purring with snappy dialog, steeped in
a plaited glow living to under-simulate amounts enclosed
..spry in my motives, underhanded
getting back to catch the slapdash in how it works.
2/23/17
You may have noticed I’ve been planning in my head,
flashing a badge. Home is a test pattern across an all-species
life span — everybody under anesthetics for a mo, lunar waxing
credited to lexical whipsaw. A foot of sleet
through the window, the surf comes to mind in
reverse as if a long eyebrow, roughened
over & oh, hold it, we did this already —
this is not a test I’ve been holding out to you
for you
flashing a badge. Home is a test pattern across an all-species
life span — everybody under anesthetics for a mo, lunar waxing
credited to lexical whipsaw. A foot of sleet
through the window, the surf comes to mind in
reverse as if a long eyebrow, roughened
over & oh, hold it, we did this already —
this is not a test I’ve been holding out to you
for you
It’s tragic but we were in camp with surrogates.
At the time we called it puppy love.
I unbuttoned my supplies and began to think of golf.
Nixon loved China, I recall, followed by the dead end of history.
The descent to choral music stipulates a view.
Parts on the golf course look back facing the street, partly passing it... a science fiction flushed hollow years ago, bit parts looking on outside it and still walking through adhering to nothing, just passing, dead and dreaming but also taking root ornamenting impurities of the electorate.
At the time we called it puppy love.
I unbuttoned my supplies and began to think of golf.
Nixon loved China, I recall, followed by the dead end of history.
The descent to choral music stipulates a view.
Parts on the golf course look back facing the street, partly passing it... a science fiction flushed hollow years ago, bit parts looking on outside it and still walking through adhering to nothing, just passing, dead and dreaming but also taking root ornamenting impurities of the electorate.
Massively cool but no gracias. This is tomorrow.
Rescinding our directive, we constitute the Non-
Group taking part in I-hate-new-calculus speech acts ..
We win door prizes in the periphery
if we let politicians get wild
losing the meaning moving sands and forgetting about it —
Tasting shale, we met some firepower to prevent further questions.
Rescinding our directive, we constitute the Non-
Group taking part in I-hate-new-calculus speech acts ..
We win door prizes in the periphery
if we let politicians get wild
losing the meaning moving sands and forgetting about it —
Tasting shale, we met some firepower to prevent further questions.
2/22/17
A song just so you know
we dislike a crackdown that fabricates otherwise normal project managers on the roof, smug in outfits and at the top of their game, which seems synchronized, written over from scratch.
Whilst you and I are born to achieve a breather,
on the third gulp you really had us and were all over us. You didn't have to what the aitch? We told you we agreed a little but not a lot. I forget now you need to repeat how you sound.
we dislike a crackdown that fabricates otherwise normal project managers on the roof, smug in outfits and at the top of their game, which seems synchronized, written over from scratch.
Whilst you and I are born to achieve a breather,
on the third gulp you really had us and were all over us. You didn't have to what the aitch? We told you we agreed a little but not a lot. I forget now you need to repeat how you sound.
Right Wing Tomboy — a date movie with Milo peopled by self-helper types, a few cavities. Switching phones, I look up to the crazy intern waiting to take me out.
Silence is oversexed-enormous but I practice it.
I’m sick of nice things.
Not running, walking rapidly, I cross the hall, the long one with the heat transfer ....
... come out the complex, take the duck walk ....
...go through a dedicated lot ....
... and into Q7 in one STEADICAM SHOT.
*
I’m a dental monitor, not a dentist.
Silence is oversexed-enormous but I practice it.
I’m sick of nice things.
Not running, walking rapidly, I cross the hall, the long one with the heat transfer ....
... come out the complex, take the duck walk ....
...go through a dedicated lot ....
... and into Q7 in one STEADICAM SHOT.
*
I’m a dental monitor, not a dentist.
Perfect color is an egg-hatching moment, kairos, and from there you can move forward back to detect undertones that encompass your naïve expertise.
Yours and mine.
There are no nasty hues in their nesting place. There’s a flywheel effect turning conversation over to science and greed. A private-public wholesaling of prototypes that mess up the visual cortex — pasted-in blind spots crammed with luxuries that bind. The flip side — tooth and nail radiance powers of color broker for enduring benefits.
Yours and mine.
There are no nasty hues in their nesting place. There’s a flywheel effect turning conversation over to science and greed. A private-public wholesaling of prototypes that mess up the visual cortex — pasted-in blind spots crammed with luxuries that bind. The flip side — tooth and nail radiance powers of color broker for enduring benefits.
2/21/17
The plan is set in stone, according to Hoyle.
The
End. Wa? a lip-synched koan?
To continue there’ll be at least a minute of morsels to review.
No outlines? There’s an overload.
You can put it away, our brainchild had shown
Overloading is forgivable only in sleep. Even more so without a bed.
That’s how dogma wins.
The
End. Wa? a lip-synched koan?
To continue there’ll be at least a minute of morsels to review.
No outlines? There’s an overload.
You can put it away, our brainchild had shown
Overloading is forgivable only in sleep. Even more so without a bed.
That’s how dogma wins.
Burbling
*
the milk rallies across the Atlantic, abundant, compulsive, redemptive and busy with slivers of disruption, some rousing start to en plein beauty.
It’s a trap, why were we going?
It’s easier to French-kiss over Europe, more natural to pose
— here we repeatedly set it up — a painting in asterisks.
*
the milk rallies across the Atlantic, abundant, compulsive, redemptive and busy with slivers of disruption, some rousing start to en plein beauty.
It’s a trap, why were we going?
It’s easier to French-kiss over Europe, more natural to pose
— here we repeatedly set it up — a painting in asterisks.
Then it’s said repetitive motion has gone too far
and some at all levels got enclosed, not spoken of,
climbing into casual spectacle, ritually putting
our lives together & keeping nothing.
[Trained] S[s]taff encourages sampling
sharpened by a moral duty.
That was the life of the party speaking. Highly attentive,
morally camouflaged. Way
none of the above.
and some at all levels got enclosed, not spoken of,
climbing into casual spectacle, ritually putting
our lives together & keeping nothing.
[Trained] S[s]taff encourages sampling
sharpened by a moral duty.
That was the life of the party speaking. Highly attentive,
morally camouflaged. Way
none of the above.
2/20/17
Wha.. sorry. I was wondering if you’d care to show us around..
Last night or the last few nights taking the wrong bus.
Dropped off in a maze.
No, no food use. That’s a warning.
‘Normal’ locals with misleading directions for the way out.
A rooming house. Inside, every room named canonically after a poetics. Defence of Ryme, Habits of Empire, Preface to Sordello, Being and Event, Thick in the Field, Prepositions, Camera Lucida ... the kitchen Untitled.
Last night or the last few nights taking the wrong bus.
Dropped off in a maze.
No, no food use. That’s a warning.
‘Normal’ locals with misleading directions for the way out.
A rooming house. Inside, every room named canonically after a poetics. Defence of Ryme, Habits of Empire, Preface to Sordello, Being and Event, Thick in the Field, Prepositions, Camera Lucida ... the kitchen Untitled.
To wield a conceptual brush is to terrorize, even if your motivating injunctions steer clear of violence or unregulated emotion. Terror here is poetry’s swift, certain, nontrivial insertion through a hole and/or through self-negation in certitude and flatulent controversy, such as with Basho’s disproving human sound unable to transform animal to mineral, or with Duchamp’s counter-ploy to the rule, men’s room accoutrements are never foreground.
Controversy, like injunction, comes to us commonly or frequently as back-formation, a provisional ethos after the conceptual stroke. We were constrained by the profound assumption, for example, that a play requires the tone and stage be set in more than five words. We were tacitly sure of this, marginalized more from different affects until we read Beckett’s new direction: A country road. A tree.
Controversy, like injunction, comes to us commonly or frequently as back-formation, a provisional ethos after the conceptual stroke. We were constrained by the profound assumption, for example, that a play requires the tone and stage be set in more than five words. We were tacitly sure of this, marginalized more from different affects until we read Beckett’s new direction: A country road. A tree.
We’re in charge, we’ll stay here. And while anyone can stumble and a few of us slip into reduced circumstances, the failure to consummate a redeeming relationship is no problem. Repeat deferment is strategic, and there’s a sequel. We keep the sweetest for now, that is, we’ll keep the best of what life offers, the youngest males and females, unperched, close to our pulse, and poke them tenderly like endangered kittens. And — sure — there’s still an itch — we can’t sublimate — needing cougar flesh, dog fluids, and more infusions of cash. Savings, inheritance and loans that paid for all this look more ghoulish under the froth of rulership, the new austerity in mirrors.
2/19/17
I sing of an average gas delivery totaling hundreds of therms;
the stop-and-frisk repairs to a separate clearance aft
— a quiet pace except for clanging plastic : Lake Drastic
containers hanging along the bow : the cow?
There’s a rule-of-thumb
exclusion with relaxed directions.
The cow district is in the peroration,
a normal pfffft..
the stop-and-frisk repairs to a separate clearance aft
— a quiet pace except for clanging plastic : Lake Drastic
containers hanging along the bow : the cow?
There’s a rule-of-thumb
exclusion with relaxed directions.
The cow district is in the peroration,
a normal pfffft..
2/18/17
Our treasure is sunk. Formerly breathtaking, we were amazed, once, at all the money. We thought it ours, Oyster Harbor, Eelfleet, Burningseed McMansions shuttered, careers punctured, a sullen style still deferred!
I’ll speak for many. We lost sight of bowls of irony and riches and a lighter time, reduced to our surface (essence), the chilled gimmick of our inner teen vegetarian vampirism. Well, half-vegetarian — we drink only discounted blood of nonhumans for the moment, ha ha, since we’ve gone through some bucks, and since the lovers among us hanker to appear manly and acceptable to a widening, treasured demographic, prurient moms and their frenzied daughters and sons. For all of them, we won’t make it harsh, except when holding them out of reach from other vampires.
I’ll speak for many. We lost sight of bowls of irony and riches and a lighter time, reduced to our surface (essence), the chilled gimmick of our inner teen vegetarian vampirism. Well, half-vegetarian — we drink only discounted blood of nonhumans for the moment, ha ha, since we’ve gone through some bucks, and since the lovers among us hanker to appear manly and acceptable to a widening, treasured demographic, prurient moms and their frenzied daughters and sons. For all of them, we won’t make it harsh, except when holding them out of reach from other vampires.
The ‘universal’ that is so obvious in Joan Miró
is less so
here — I’m just making up excuses.
For the city & surrounding areas I take roads by a shore in bad translation
blues, stock blacks pitched toward numbers-to-be, no part
to fix, no concupiscence & no comeuppance.
Provisos & driving pull me into conceptual realism, along with brighter composing subjectivities.
You.
is less so
here — I’m just making up excuses.
For the city & surrounding areas I take roads by a shore in bad translation
blues, stock blacks pitched toward numbers-to-be, no part
to fix, no concupiscence & no comeuppance.
Provisos & driving pull me into conceptual realism, along with brighter composing subjectivities.
You.
I don’t like the idea of holding you but I touched it and it shook my being.
Hidden risks shift weight (your merge accounts request).
The herd rushing to our rescue (there’s a deadline), a tumble of inventions then an ambush ...
A kimono has been entered, explaining the senses without thinking
(An official soundtrack includes J-walkers and bystanders, walking renditions of zealous counterculture.)
... you can’t do this job alone.
2/17/17
Doggie, I choose someone who reminds me of you — we’ll proliferate if
we try — if you take up any passage we weigh —
(you get no credit for this)
it’s taken this long to read the gospel of wealth.
Our options are bubble-footed in dark briefs!
preferring lunacy in kissing, diffusion at any cost making a mess / by chapter and verse.
we try — if you take up any passage we weigh —
(you get no credit for this)
it’s taken this long to read the gospel of wealth.
Our options are bubble-footed in dark briefs!
preferring lunacy in kissing, diffusion at any cost making a mess / by chapter and verse.
I know this sounds lame — you and I annulled our thingness with a few hand-waves and felt pretty rapt, the way we inspire open, emotional austerity, rubbing eye cream in, admiring buzzwords but no ideas.
No fins of infinity. Nope.
Rubbing it in, pigeons pattern heaven where detachment is trimmed.
You and I have no major issues!
2/16/17
Hope to rope. Avoidance with a message sounds handsome, calm, also nervous. In the same robot call he reverses perogatives, that is, the voice does. I’ll table the difference.
The difference is a mixed result but with swift powers that have never been better aligned —
together across the call center that serves as my hideout, learning the ropes, scraps and parts of rope.
2/15/17
Capsule of self corporation:
The finalists quit joking. General practitioners stepped up but work got converted to specialties with less and less honor system. That’s when mathematicians got unmoored.
Algorithms are vicarious. We thought no way could there be ultimatums to rephrase, immoral aspirations, nothing but work slathered with work.
The finalists quit joking. General practitioners stepped up but work got converted to specialties with less and less honor system. That’s when mathematicians got unmoored.
Algorithms are vicarious. We thought no way could there be ultimatums to rephrase, immoral aspirations, nothing but work slathered with work.
Experience is impulsive concealment, according to physics from the outside evolving pretexts with no possibility in the future of the past...
experience that’s unpredictable for a pay grade gaining access to weather bombs in a manifold vacuum.
Would taking on something and winning without wanting to substantiate or junk it?
experience that’s unpredictable for a pay grade gaining access to weather bombs in a manifold vacuum.
Would taking on something and winning without wanting to substantiate or junk it?
2/14/17
A shopper’s world sticks to formula with dogs and consequences mirroring exponentially our wildest ambitions to blur what’s real and yield authority. And to think a way out I guess our ability to influence conversation is remarkable. And some get by admirably in their own terms, throwing stones like money.
You ask, Who are the movers of this steaming, herded frontier?
You start along these lines, checking out the wandering complex with more lines you never leave.
You ask, Who are the movers of this steaming, herded frontier?
You start along these lines, checking out the wandering complex with more lines you never leave.
I’m a neo-accepter of making and being particles, asides, subjective misnomers. Eating and breathing them too.
A unisex fragrance is on view. Sorry, not tonight.
*
Ghosts roam with panicked ants. You can put them on. It’s like a dance to respect what we were doing — we were working on it.
There’s body hustle, along with rips in the cargo of space/time where drivers burgeon in ennobling, blobby warmth from blades, accompanied by addiction to risk.
Come here often?
A unisex fragrance is on view. Sorry, not tonight.
*
Ghosts roam with panicked ants. You can put them on. It’s like a dance to respect what we were doing — we were working on it.
There’s body hustle, along with rips in the cargo of space/time where drivers burgeon in ennobling, blobby warmth from blades, accompanied by addiction to risk.
Come here often?
2/13/17
Rakish note without the right adjective, the exact second I insert the first-person, a falling branch spikes itself five feet deep into our marriage — never seen as coherent and never will be, you design-influenced freak. My love.
The arbitrated décor of our short text can therein be looked after over its time. My
ungalvinized love.
As soon as Dodd Frank is executed, the political-dating scene starts pitching, throws you into the pool owned by the banks. I think we’ll see fireworks blazing, parallel to fiduciary ethics’s total obliteration, fully exposed to daylight. We’re lost, for a second, “in the slumbering gaze” equipped with unsound investments yielding bad advice.
I feel obligated to bequeath my place at the rear of the line to defeated generations swimming backwards, expecting a shield.
I feel obligated to bequeath my place at the rear of the line to defeated generations swimming backwards, expecting a shield.
The vouchsafed stands in shadows on the gravel path
back at work — dusk
urges him to go out more, rehearse
too much and get wasted.
What has he beside a sack of parrots?
He’s snooty and sells commodities like concepts?
He was saying that skull sculpture pile is rot
since it supposes its completion as marsh
-puissance coming back as a meadow variety
of nibbling torque. No way, this just in:
I’m on his regimen.
Smoking hot.
back at work — dusk
urges him to go out more, rehearse
too much and get wasted.
What has he beside a sack of parrots?
He’s snooty and sells commodities like concepts?
He was saying that skull sculpture pile is rot
since it supposes its completion as marsh
-puissance coming back as a meadow variety
of nibbling torque. No way, this just in:
I’m on his regimen.
Smoking hot.
2/12/17
American weather is under stress
nowhere like boiled-down jazz that’s formally difficult.
Climate is America’s gothic partner along with outer space. Look what they gab about. White on the map over el Norte.. ashes of snow, augmented by radiation.
Three seasons are morally exigent, shivering in a synthetic silk festooned service center (formerly a weigh station for the clouds), not coming back any time. There’s new weather either side of their sit-around for diarists and meteorologists who just want to talk.
Like bookmarks I’ve been put on a 20-year watch list. At that point the Mountie’s sled took off, powered by propaganda and formalism. I forgot yesterday’s child. Self-indulgent and stupid or freaky consequences often go together. Then joined complexities sucked up to the surface for a face off once I was fresh, chased through air ducts.
Bookmarks are not supported.
Bookmarks are not supported.
The superego is a hill job.
Gardenias, gigantism, Lotto. Tokyo air is doing better. We were dangerous, once. Your voice is transparent, too late to make it sparse. Even your restraint is wishy-washy, a lake in air staying alert, too qualified and thrifty to feel anything.
Mayday! We’re recalibrating the interface between reeking havoc / making real money.
There is no wrong answer.
Gardenias, gigantism, Lotto. Tokyo air is doing better. We were dangerous, once. Your voice is transparent, too late to make it sparse. Even your restraint is wishy-washy, a lake in air staying alert, too qualified and thrifty to feel anything.
Mayday! We’re recalibrating the interface between reeking havoc / making real money.
There is no wrong answer.
2/11/17
When Pete Rose walked home we were relieved. Afterwards we arrived at the links, got off the bus, then Pete and I got up, did the usual routine: bathroom, brush teeth, dressed and then slowly, very deliberately chewed off each other’s clothes. There were eight balls of steam, suspended in bacteria from our four hands that were Idylls-of-the-Queen and clean. I was standing vertical. I was amazed that my insides didn’t fall through the cargo-lock, out-knowing the air vortex, the balls, the game, and probably the season were lost.
Floating this fun stuff, waving inaudible signs of history, Rhett says bafflement is tentative, one mountain clinic after another. Though a mistake following bliss, all of the above sleep with a relationship. Rough seas and heck, Stella, you've been in this game long enough, you know how superstitious decision makers get.
(My mood is in erasure.)
Embarrassment can be of interest; not vice-versa. Wearing weejuns comes to mind. Filing oddly abstract word strings in my back pouch book. G’day. Sobering pinch between courses. Between jewelry making and language learning — failed at both so turned to tinwork, keeping the breakers honest by the faltering dunes, bogs and cliff houses of cards. The surf came up and made everything a bodily mess, mechanics, clashing scales, noted improvement over quasi-enormous chagrin.
*
I owe you an apology. After I screwed you and let you go I rose to the top. I am so ashamed.
I chose my ode and it’s a strange wacky ode to summer, just getting to you. As marriages go it went ok, not all bad. I owe our bros (not you) an apology. It was just an exchange. Excuse me.
Summer!
Embarrassment can be of interest; not vice-versa. Wearing weejuns comes to mind. Filing oddly abstract word strings in my back pouch book. G’day. Sobering pinch between courses. Between jewelry making and language learning — failed at both so turned to tinwork, keeping the breakers honest by the faltering dunes, bogs and cliff houses of cards. The surf came up and made everything a bodily mess, mechanics, clashing scales, noted improvement over quasi-enormous chagrin.
*
I owe you an apology. After I screwed you and let you go I rose to the top. I am so ashamed.
I chose my ode and it’s a strange wacky ode to summer, just getting to you. As marriages go it went ok, not all bad. I owe our bros (not you) an apology. It was just an exchange. Excuse me.
Summer!
You are an argosy of what evolutionary good was before Whole Foods floated
how work happens to people going in and out of buildings at large — you and I —
we are one hundred percent normal running up debt keeping ourselves housebroken.
But I hardly know you. And will never know you. I’ll give you a call.
how work happens to people going in and out of buildings at large — you and I —
we are one hundred percent normal running up debt keeping ourselves housebroken.
But I hardly know you. And will never know you. I’ll give you a call.
2/10/17
Landscape is always on message. But too much too long.. Travel the wash of the wave.
I’ll assume you suspected I know you know. It’s in colonial literature.
I feel bad about blight knocking off trade, cotton leaves,
their look, everything.
I hear their effort but there is no god.
Hell is too big to fail.
I’ll assume you suspected I know you know. It’s in colonial literature.
I feel bad about blight knocking off trade, cotton leaves,
their look, everything.
I hear their effort but there is no god.
Hell is too big to fail.
You mentioned Zerbina. Here’s what she revealed, ‘Arranged marriage? Kitsch. What’s lost? Driving over taking stock of action-like figures.
What’s our nearly human business? Ones I liked, the ones upfront, told me to get going, be impeccable, and that led to finding more
— all the toddlers are volatility models from TV again and again, vocalism in a sense.’ But you moved on I see it now. Guess
I think I understood what she was saying. She was talking apples and oranges big time.
‘It began with a set of Japanese principles — waiting in line.. What is point?
See you around.’
What’s our nearly human business? Ones I liked, the ones upfront, told me to get going, be impeccable, and that led to finding more
— all the toddlers are volatility models from TV again and again, vocalism in a sense.’ But you moved on I see it now. Guess
I think I understood what she was saying. She was talking apples and oranges big time.
‘It began with a set of Japanese principles — waiting in line.. What is point?
See you around.’
2/9/17
Aromatic snap rolls augur healthy eating repression and destruction in one immaculate fictive symbol.
There is tho nothing like no despair
that travels over symbols. That and other nothings.
This makes symbols feel better because it is delicious.
Is = progressive form devouring folded-wing snap rolls.
There is tho nothing like no despair
that travels over symbols. That and other nothings.
This makes symbols feel better because it is delicious.
Is = progressive form devouring folded-wing snap rolls.
Beaten up hulks pour vodka that swirls on action tones. A film clip with multiple data fields and a crew of deft extras in malaise, one supported by another grabbing a ring to a rope, expressed in pain.
I’m told you’d prefer not to watch. Using your voice, better to ask a friend or two to make you hurt, pretending they are you, falling mute.
2/8/17
We’re entirely for artifice, stock in trade. When J Schuyler remembers J Brainard and F O’Hara, what’s biographically accurate beyond artifice is the entirety of their kinship, the tubby, transfixing emotional sustenance that comes with love and ebullience among friends. T Towle dreaming of O’Hara seems credible as both artifice and credible proposition on similar if more ‘platonic’ grounds. L Warsh has long been licensed, so to speak, to feel and dream the turning shadows as lovers present but out of practice. R Creeley evoked J Wieners alive and, to more tragic effect, vice versa. Friendship and love are components of the vetting process an onlooker or reader-writer follows to decide for herself whether a writer, beyond artifice, walks among or overreaches for the ardent ghosts of Wieners or O’Hara.
DC, New York, Boston especially, and in-between, these are bad places to drive on Alpha Coast. It’s not just 95 and offshoots, all the interstates function as proving grounds for the Art of I’m Growing Up & Get Out Of My Way, asphalt cram schools for learning the ropes of geek aggression — Lend me your leader position. Driving of course is natural as coming of age; we learn how to accelerate into and out of lines of the unimportant, how to sprint ahead of German muscle, how to cut off the meek. Moreover, the hell of Alpha road protocol stretches well beyond the highways, spilling into every urban rotary (‘numero uno infinitesimal’), every street and avenue with a dedicated lane (‘which has real syntax’), every 4-way stop and beyond.
Take the global parkway. Keep score.
Take the global parkway. Keep score.
2 months from now, 6th inning. A parachutist will have glided into the triple-A ballpark, centerfield, score PawSox 1, Richmond 0. Pulling his cords, the cadet had stepped out of his flight gear and run up to the microphone on the pitcher’s mound. Why, it’s a poet! Right off the guy broke into an inappropriate sonnet and sestina. The crowd that half-filled the stadium booed, boozy, lunging boys and squirts, some blowing kisses in the poet’s direction.
Better luck next time, Mr Percy Outrage.
Lord’s Prayer in boardrooms, champagne at Nascar, revving metal competes for soap brands. Why can’t poets break thru?
Better luck next time, Mr Percy Outrage.
Lord’s Prayer in boardrooms, champagne at Nascar, revving metal competes for soap brands. Why can’t poets break thru?
Song: Let fish cool before kissing.
Discover why fish have made Puntacana Resort their 2nd home.
10 unique destinies sharing an ideal spanning decades, elegance without pretense, embracing and enhancing fish.
A chance to remember for a moment a fish held with the lamp switched off.
A little.
Life is death if you don’t have a little fish now and then.
Like the exotic-looking new fish that showed up at class one day, Ed, a reader-writer, is a bit of a dichotomy wrapped in newspaper.
Ed was dressed in black. He thought it was legal, he wrote once upon a fish.
Discover why fish have made Puntacana Resort their 2nd home.
10 unique destinies sharing an ideal spanning decades, elegance without pretense, embracing and enhancing fish.
A chance to remember for a moment a fish held with the lamp switched off.
A little.
Life is death if you don’t have a little fish now and then.
Like the exotic-looking new fish that showed up at class one day, Ed, a reader-writer, is a bit of a dichotomy wrapped in newspaper.
Ed was dressed in black. He thought it was legal, he wrote once upon a fish.
2/7/17
The skinny from last night avoids defining any parts obscure or complex.
Yet I like a text assemblage of contradictions. Neander
-thals constructed runes in two rings of deliberately broken stalagmites, 400 per ring.
First to impress their Swedish hosts by workshopping them into volunteer flotation gear.
Yet I like a text assemblage of contradictions. Neander
-thals constructed runes in two rings of deliberately broken stalagmites, 400 per ring.
First to impress their Swedish hosts by workshopping them into volunteer flotation gear.
Caspar continues,
I’d rather not trouble you with my impressions of resource hoarding, so dependent on flow of daytime into night. Shades at midnight can ‘almost’ whisper faintly but I botch capturing even a fraction of their message. My willingness to keep watch through the evening keeps up only to find your granting me permission to maintain my distance. I’ll let you go then. I knew you would understand.
I’d rather not trouble you with my impressions of resource hoarding, so dependent on flow of daytime into night. Shades at midnight can ‘almost’ whisper faintly but I botch capturing even a fraction of their message. My willingness to keep watch through the evening keeps up only to find your granting me permission to maintain my distance. I’ll let you go then. I knew you would understand.
‘To protect yourself from a wrong-headed (naïve) build-up and still call your portrait “transactional,” limit data to phenomena that are easily observed and stick with expedient production from self-contrived ideology and history.’
Your tone’s vilely personal. So is the war upstairs. Your war. ‘Straighten your head more,’
that’s the babe with the iphone, ‘I never make judgments about people I shoot.’
Your tone’s vilely personal. So is the war upstairs. Your war. ‘Straighten your head more,’
that’s the babe with the iphone, ‘I never make judgments about people I shoot.’
Appopriation without the tedium of argument.
A tall hipster sitting on a giant wooden throne, and behind him a wall of shoes in a generic shoe mart. Hipster observes wallabees are now from taiwan, only he doesn’t sing Taiwan. It’s something else, like too wayne, maybe. In a later segment, pretty toney’s back on the big throne, behind him a 7-ll interior; he’s giving critical advice to “hustlers,” how to survive thru wee hours, eating for just $5 to a thou a day.
A tall hipster sitting on a giant wooden throne, and behind him a wall of shoes in a generic shoe mart. Hipster observes wallabees are now from taiwan, only he doesn’t sing Taiwan. It’s something else, like too wayne, maybe. In a later segment, pretty toney’s back on the big throne, behind him a 7-ll interior; he’s giving critical advice to “hustlers,” how to survive thru wee hours, eating for just $5 to a thou a day.
2/6/17
There’s a movie about a character I'll sketch, a mixture of clear-eyed strategies
for good sportsmanship, biological and chemical weaponry, and other
areas of frequency dependence that blurry morning poetics takes care of.
But a poetics of reciprocal alteriority raises another core potential for a repressed evolution in text fabrication, pre-poetics. For, as writers began to avoid the congested highway of Lacanian selection, new historicism, queer theory, and the like, others opted for a less traveled route, until the new one (ambi-cooperative) was no longer less traveled, so many chose the first one after all, up to the point where congestion built up there as well. Poets distributed themselves in a ratio between the two ways that merge. The same thing can happen in praxis where it is called Animals on the Road.
That’s how his pants fit.
But a poetics of reciprocal alteriority raises another core potential for a repressed evolution in text fabrication, pre-poetics. For, as writers began to avoid the congested highway of Lacanian selection, new historicism, queer theory, and the like, others opted for a less traveled route, until the new one (ambi-cooperative) was no longer less traveled, so many chose the first one after all, up to the point where congestion built up there as well. Poets distributed themselves in a ratio between the two ways that merge. The same thing can happen in praxis where it is called Animals on the Road.
That’s how his pants fit.
Everything I note here is integrated, resonating
within symbolic thought thru which you can point to the horizon
that’s both magnified and askew.
The float is radiant, jammed with radiant things,
a collective but no modernism; had you been eloquent on the spot
we’d need no captions.
What does there’s still a move beyond modern to go do?
We got the feeling, the only moving part.
This is your and my failure now
in a city of kowtowing moguls who pay for it.
Moods are out of place given our place in biology.
We bear no responsibility
foundering within the social paradox of violence.
If you admit you rejoice in tricky intersections you’ll be taking sides.
within symbolic thought thru which you can point to the horizon
that’s both magnified and askew.
The float is radiant, jammed with radiant things,
a collective but no modernism; had you been eloquent on the spot
we’d need no captions.
What does there’s still a move beyond modern to go do?
We got the feeling, the only moving part.
This is your and my failure now
in a city of kowtowing moguls who pay for it.
Moods are out of place given our place in biology.
We bear no responsibility
foundering within the social paradox of violence.
If you admit you rejoice in tricky intersections you’ll be taking sides.
I read Alice Notley’s “Lady Poverty” at Noreen’s celebratory memorial three years ago. Coming to the simple talk,
Beginning in poverty as a baby there is nothing
for one but another’s food and warmth
was precarious-going and suspenseful as to which ways I could turn to get through it. There is a face-saving slow-down with repetition just before the food and warmth segment, at the end of the next-to-last stanza that presses us on the plain, face level of impoverishment, where I can catch my breath:
rake the dirt
like Mrs. Miler used to
down at the corner had a desert yard and raked her dirt.
Noreen loved the poem, and many at First Unitarian cried along as it concludes
I seem to know that the name of a self is poverty
that the pronoun I means such and that starting so
poorly, I can live
Beginning in poverty as a baby there is nothing
for one but another’s food and warmth
was precarious-going and suspenseful as to which ways I could turn to get through it. There is a face-saving slow-down with repetition just before the food and warmth segment, at the end of the next-to-last stanza that presses us on the plain, face level of impoverishment, where I can catch my breath:
rake the dirt
like Mrs. Miler used to
down at the corner had a desert yard and raked her dirt.
Noreen loved the poem, and many at First Unitarian cried along as it concludes
I seem to know that the name of a self is poverty
that the pronoun I means such and that starting so
poorly, I can live
2/5/17
We fall to nature so ketchuppy-and-pink, a discreet preeminence in beauty, wit, and fashion is established.
Changed my mind. No one can help us switching landmass.
And it’s clear whose side you’re on, landlord.
Para-sarcasm has been an I hate speech act, unfolding calculus to take our little doodles and flesh them out on earrings for prison. And why not?
Well, something above and in us is part doodle, part stockade.
Changed my mind. No one can help us switching landmass.
And it’s clear whose side you’re on, landlord.
Para-sarcasm has been an I hate speech act, unfolding calculus to take our little doodles and flesh them out on earrings for prison. And why not?
Well, something above and in us is part doodle, part stockade.
This is I’m no model of obscurity, I just look like one brought down to her senses. (Helen Vendler)
As you advance to a new screen, there are 4 jpegs from which to plagiarize a response, while materials on screen become more complex, building on what’s learned.
We need a clearer message. There is no humor
in discretion. West winds in grasses previously made us sick.
We provide all the hip references left right on screen. And when you come to lava shimmering in a 3-panel lexical item you don’t recognize, you can look down and see an iconic translation of it.
The flower’s name is hooded.
I’m sorry there are blunt geometric forms —
confusion of the spheres, signing in ...
but we trust you with these felonious issues.
Yes. It’s a speaking animal that needs you, remember, and
Time’s up.
As you advance to a new screen, there are 4 jpegs from which to plagiarize a response, while materials on screen become more complex, building on what’s learned.
We need a clearer message. There is no humor
in discretion. West winds in grasses previously made us sick.
We provide all the hip references left right on screen. And when you come to lava shimmering in a 3-panel lexical item you don’t recognize, you can look down and see an iconic translation of it.
The flower’s name is hooded.
I’m sorry there are blunt geometric forms —
confusion of the spheres, signing in ...
but we trust you with these felonious issues.
Yes. It’s a speaking animal that needs you, remember, and
Time’s up.
Yes, I’ve recently incorporated; makes me feel gnarly, more melted into tomorrow’s statuary of white cats.
Borrowing high, mighty simplicity, a killer bee leaves a pattern to teach reform. Pushes a path open. Pull it together, a life that’s sustainable you just make up. (You are under no obligation.) This is a real company. We call her Cathy.
But this has nothing to do with that.
Walking away burns more calories,
‘mountains feel empty’ / they’re
rude − here is where the card you play helps.
And there you go, retreating to that panoptic middle ground where you still have the same variations. You don’t have to choose the Non-Group taking part in the landing cool to outlast time, but no thanks. This is tomorrow.
Borrowing high, mighty simplicity, a killer bee leaves a pattern to teach reform. Pushes a path open. Pull it together, a life that’s sustainable you just make up. (You are under no obligation.) This is a real company. We call her Cathy.
But this has nothing to do with that.
Walking away burns more calories,
‘mountains feel empty’ / they’re
rude − here is where the card you play helps.
And there you go, retreating to that panoptic middle ground where you still have the same variations. You don’t have to choose the Non-Group taking part in the landing cool to outlast time, but no thanks. This is tomorrow.
Here’s my side, since you haven’t asked.
The moon at this phase could be the clearest abstract debacle to date −
anagram of appraisals coalescing, a typecast
notarized in the spry travelogue almost ten years ago. You wrote
the subject headers. And the soundtrack wasn’t ugly
yet not to everyone’s taste.
As a guest or host I admit
“France is imaginary.” Those very words saved me or words like them as many times as topics, not qualities, opposing denial of healthcare, unless there’s no risk, and again, I’m full of appropriated superstitions and everything. Everything if.
The moon at this phase could be the clearest abstract debacle to date −
anagram of appraisals coalescing, a typecast
notarized in the spry travelogue almost ten years ago. You wrote
the subject headers. And the soundtrack wasn’t ugly
yet not to everyone’s taste.
As a guest or host I admit
“France is imaginary.” Those very words saved me or words like them as many times as topics, not qualities, opposing denial of healthcare, unless there’s no risk, and again, I’m full of appropriated superstitions and everything. Everything if.
2/4/17
We got a grip on the heebee-jeebees.
Times are an outrage. Good times, lean, treason’s treason.
We’re tracking themes thru anxiety —
for prejudice damn well plays a formalist bias,
a tradition of selfishness I’m loosely not interested in.
Tax breaks for the wealthiest keep it humming.
To look is also
(we note now at the end to physics-oblivion)
to be seen.
Times are an outrage. Good times, lean, treason’s treason.
We’re tracking themes thru anxiety —
for prejudice damn well plays a formalist bias,
a tradition of selfishness I’m loosely not interested in.
Tax breaks for the wealthiest keep it humming.
To look is also
(we note now at the end to physics-oblivion)
to be seen.
To Caspar,
Flowers in the twenty-first century are glazed by design, going on adrenaline bud fathers
and daughters in search and rescue to catch a few winks.
So you get it now, assigning you to our planet to feel cathartic
is dimensionally impossible. You’re dull. Rather uneducated.
Shine and velocity for all the living!
Sap is flowing top speed.
Flowers in the twenty-first century are glazed by design, going on adrenaline bud fathers
and daughters in search and rescue to catch a few winks.
So you get it now, assigning you to our planet to feel cathartic
is dimensionally impossible. You’re dull. Rather uneducated.
Shine and velocity for all the living!
Sap is flowing top speed.
Something as broad as symphonic latitude will be hand lettered; this is guaranteed
so time is disguised among botanists as an inner harbor to cut the glare from
coastal space.
Space doesn’t know we’re looking...
She’s slowed us down a rose to furnace the pace
for full positions in another trace or matter.
so time is disguised among botanists as an inner harbor to cut the glare from
coastal space.
Space doesn’t know we’re looking...
She’s slowed us down a rose to furnace the pace
for full positions in another trace or matter.
2/3/17
We came from coming back
running on a cult classic by breathy folk components,
listening and showing we both are here, one part
synergetic Weltliteratur giving less weight to fantasy —
another I guess is where we part ways.
*
You then I change very slowly with a shower curtain,
on televised football. Management didn’t yell
raising your pulse rate. Or is it just to remind you?
running on a cult classic by breathy folk components,
listening and showing we both are here, one part
synergetic Weltliteratur giving less weight to fantasy —
another I guess is where we part ways.
*
You then I change very slowly with a shower curtain,
on televised football. Management didn’t yell
raising your pulse rate. Or is it just to remind you?
The mailbox happens. A man’s voice, game, calm, also nervous. Protecting a sleep-laden vessel of dreams threatens it. Everyone knows that since we’ll never be better aligned at night.
Scraps and parts of rope out of here.
Nesting austerity is neatly poetic, dignity eating.
I bet in the future we have no mail from the here
and now. We’ll be on site.
Scraps and parts of rope out of here.
Nesting austerity is neatly poetic, dignity eating.
I bet in the future we have no mail from the here
and now. We’ll be on site.
(Japanese cranes)
It’s impossible to separate churned out understatement from performance; both are adolescent in a good sense, pitch. So that’s how cave and landscape can be felt. Next, a cool minimal database advanced by lariat. Minimalist and to burn out your swing try living on meeting death half-way hapless (and deceitful), sensing value is contingent; partly insight, partly not.
The underground = stick abstractions and collisions within a dominant tribal identity or trance. What matters is how to find and / or emplace each close to noble attempt. Classification by evolutionary adaptation passed to descendants as collisions = one’s part multiplied by bobs, one’s words, one’s parts in the performance.
It’s impossible to separate churned out understatement from performance; both are adolescent in a good sense, pitch. So that’s how cave and landscape can be felt. Next, a cool minimal database advanced by lariat. Minimalist and to burn out your swing try living on meeting death half-way hapless (and deceitful), sensing value is contingent; partly insight, partly not.
The underground = stick abstractions and collisions within a dominant tribal identity or trance. What matters is how to find and / or emplace each close to noble attempt. Classification by evolutionary adaptation passed to descendants as collisions = one’s part multiplied by bobs, one’s words, one’s parts in the performance.
Bliss. We were looking it up.
A battle between two distinctions
among few rules bringing up few others,
times no more of those brain-states from Asia.
A marsh is now interesting
(as well as vitae) for the sea. For the eye, nothing but applesauce then shellac
the sea brought without consent, leader of the pack
of rule breakers.
A battle between two distinctions
among few rules bringing up few others,
times no more of those brain-states from Asia.
A marsh is now interesting
(as well as vitae) for the sea. For the eye, nothing but applesauce then shellac
the sea brought without consent, leader of the pack
of rule breakers.
2/2/17
To resist extreme sobriety of the autodidact, bouts of hedonism are recommended under the guidance of loving doctors, nurses, others beyond family and school though you can try your luck there too.
The Flying Package is now taking off for chaos again, done to depth, has to be his accent, your acceptance, the life of the book covers a lot, sweeping coverage to get you through the day.
The Flying Package is now taking off for chaos again, done to depth, has to be his accent, your acceptance, the life of the book covers a lot, sweeping coverage to get you through the day.
There are no thresholds as if
monkish materiality does not exist. No dissonance, no disruption. There are
appearances, such as a vantage baseline holding apple trees’ leafy
incentives.
To be chaste is on the house.
In America yoga is really charming..
First done wrong, quaint, then drenched himself though slackened
— Janus was proud to sponsor Janus.
Book-worthy twists. Cross brandings. Contracts.
monkish materiality does not exist. No dissonance, no disruption. There are
appearances, such as a vantage baseline holding apple trees’ leafy
incentives.
To be chaste is on the house.
In America yoga is really charming..
First done wrong, quaint, then drenched himself though slackened
— Janus was proud to sponsor Janus.
Book-worthy twists. Cross brandings. Contracts.
2/1/17
I believe in the healing power of unhealthy options. Percussive isolation. Resentment buried in a colossal physique. Orpheus, the overspontaneous,
drumbeats through a dinosaur theme park. Don’t care, I only lie about what I believe is right, clinging to my male sexuality
without a theory of purpose or the gift of agency to promote my case, as masking vanity becomes a fund raiser’s challenge.
Fizzy yet salient points soak into the beach hanging out for the escape clause (always the last place you look!)
drumbeats through a dinosaur theme park. Don’t care, I only lie about what I believe is right, clinging to my male sexuality
without a theory of purpose or the gift of agency to promote my case, as masking vanity becomes a fund raiser’s challenge.
Fizzy yet salient points soak into the beach hanging out for the escape clause (always the last place you look!)
Paradoxical tissue is still not perfect, having that living unlocked, scrunched for breakfast.
It dawns on me I am covered with bacon reform. That’s why I went for consensus over these flamenco-glued-to-cable partitions.
They’re in place as a lorem ipsum dolor sit
taken of the whole sector before repro-ed onward
offhand.. rather like a jigsaw
that gets unsolved.
It dawns on me I am covered with bacon reform. That’s why I went for consensus over these flamenco-glued-to-cable partitions.
They’re in place as a lorem ipsum dolor sit
taken of the whole sector before repro-ed onward
offhand.. rather like a jigsaw
that gets unsolved.
I prefer a clean hotel.
Call a time-out a makeshift breaking point, outside boundaries of contact.
We need smarter drywall to excite ferns and moss growing
contours beeped forward.
Up, shiny, imperfect, not held in place —
Your nose looks finished beneath the stopper.
Breakfast at Starbucks and we were off wandering
headed for the B terminal,
an installation in profane solitude.
Call a time-out a makeshift breaking point, outside boundaries of contact.
We need smarter drywall to excite ferns and moss growing
contours beeped forward.
Up, shiny, imperfect, not held in place —
Your nose looks finished beneath the stopper.
Breakfast at Starbucks and we were off wandering
headed for the B terminal,
an installation in profane solitude.
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