Low mountains stew out back under the sun in blistering speed.
Front and back: Ants climb blades of grass, over and over, seemingly without purpose.
L.A. has always been a wide-open town that devours its athletes.
9/30/18
Keep to an order to begin —
Is it the broad-armed approach you took
Erasing most of marketing, any
Specificity that seemed normal?
Looking at the pebbles and snails
And tiny shrimp-like creatures..
That
Wok breakfast, man, a chef
Standing off across
Your whole food outlook!
Compression is particulate and coarse-grained. But —
It remains
Both our voices have to grow
Until I know you from a prior life or loss.
Hot sun, cool air, and no clothes.
Loss of pain penetrating like moral gelatin
That pressures, punctures social tyranny
Whole.
Is it the broad-armed approach you took
Erasing most of marketing, any
Specificity that seemed normal?
Looking at the pebbles and snails
And tiny shrimp-like creatures..
That
Wok breakfast, man, a chef
Standing off across
Your whole food outlook!
Compression is particulate and coarse-grained. But —
It remains
Both our voices have to grow
Until I know you from a prior life or loss.
Hot sun, cool air, and no clothes.
Loss of pain penetrating like moral gelatin
That pressures, punctures social tyranny
Whole.
A while back, long before punches of text looked great on mobile devices, there were many snores from ancestors with frequent coughs / grunts crowding in together in caves. Back when our bodies taught themselves phonemes thru shrieks of groans to signal pain, humming to sign comprehension and varietals of cognition — folks like you hit upon logic I feel crazy and fancy and headed for greatness in the morning.
It’s different from the evening on and some with hands on fire hit back.
Teamwork. Our people are what make us great.
The thick grasses went on a date, back dabbling in craftwork as we roll thru them. All this acreage owned by the production-geared and prosaic at base, people that is, a-theoretical, factual. Broke, misunderstood.
It’s different from the evening on and some with hands on fire hit back.
Teamwork. Our people are what make us great.
The thick grasses went on a date, back dabbling in craftwork as we roll thru them. All this acreage owned by the production-geared and prosaic at base, people that is, a-theoretical, factual. Broke, misunderstood.
23: My agent is rage. Imperfect
actor whose shortcomings balloon in ‘harmony’ & w/ use.
Errr — my love’s epistemology scampers in transparent secrecy
in such abundance I weaken w/ fiercer ideas to leverage your heart.
I listen to your eyes.
My dumb mien adheres to an expressive rule staying purposely
dull, entered into by trusting you first, always. It’s always
clear refinement where character offers libation, a rite
to love you with my own might to speak —
To wit, I can read, hear your silent love in your eyes.
actor whose shortcomings balloon in ‘harmony’ & w/ use.
Errr — my love’s epistemology scampers in transparent secrecy
in such abundance I weaken w/ fiercer ideas to leverage your heart.
I listen to your eyes.
My dumb mien adheres to an expressive rule staying purposely
dull, entered into by trusting you first, always. It’s always
clear refinement where character offers libation, a rite
to love you with my own might to speak —
To wit, I can read, hear your silent love in your eyes.
Un-sober gestures are precise. (Bright eyes, sparkling motions.) You should get a huge lollipop.
Climbing down the outside of pure hell there’s a new mainstream that merits a visitor’s gaze — we — some of us — avoid it.
It’s hard to plot let alone hatch a plan objectively, yet pressure mounts full of smoke. Mm-hmm. Millennial tones of half a political realignment are hemi-obscure now, at this hour of the fireball pyramid scheme — who votes to allow public squalor juxtapose obscene capitalist private milieux?
So let’s start at home with infrastructure’s rectangular coordinates, understand pleasures of neck, spine and eyes. That’s a bigger half.
Before thrills, Balinese yoga is fantastic. I’m 12 years old for years.
Climbing down the outside of pure hell there’s a new mainstream that merits a visitor’s gaze — we — some of us — avoid it.
It’s hard to plot let alone hatch a plan objectively, yet pressure mounts full of smoke. Mm-hmm. Millennial tones of half a political realignment are hemi-obscure now, at this hour of the fireball pyramid scheme — who votes to allow public squalor juxtapose obscene capitalist private milieux?
So let’s start at home with infrastructure’s rectangular coordinates, understand pleasures of neck, spine and eyes. That’s a bigger half.
Before thrills, Balinese yoga is fantastic. I’m 12 years old for years.
After the decline of the XIXth century, there were little insurrections
The state held sway, even on the 2nd floor near the coatcheck.
Eminent domain: Paranoia engaged us then passed out.
Young & ugly you & you were next. Clouds dumped into drinks
Not to arouse the unknown or undue, your well-being was my concern.
Few invitations. I won’t forget. In, out, very well. Plato in French.
To resolve a domain, auto-explicability emerges.
& that does it for this hour. New world seasonal circumstances had
Postponed further equity & because of you =
No end to inquirers laughing thru-out. Keep them waiting.
The state held sway, even on the 2nd floor near the coatcheck.
Eminent domain: Paranoia engaged us then passed out.
Young & ugly you & you were next. Clouds dumped into drinks
Not to arouse the unknown or undue, your well-being was my concern.
Few invitations. I won’t forget. In, out, very well. Plato in French.
To resolve a domain, auto-explicability emerges.
& that does it for this hour. New world seasonal circumstances had
Postponed further equity & because of you =
No end to inquirers laughing thru-out. Keep them waiting.
9/29/18
The other day I walked into a bar, the old place, saw endless tunnels, gadgets and immortal lighting that interconnected w/ music underfoot. My fingers boarded the apologetic apparatus, some of it; there it was thudding over walls... Every eye rolled, doors slammed. After worship, there’s little but taut necks guided by the star beats. Yesterday was bright as today.
Don’t argue with the shipments.
Don’t argue with the shipments.
32: You’re reserved outdoors, Psyche, for his love
Exempts us from showing up to enchain, knife, subdue..
That’s before reaching heights with happier men.
Satie playing, giving away what we’re good at
— gosh! I read a generation in tears warmed up in bettering concessions,
A class struggle thinking it’s for real.
The struggle, not the tears.
Exempts us from showing up to enchain, knife, subdue..
That’s before reaching heights with happier men.
Satie playing, giving away what we’re good at
— gosh! I read a generation in tears warmed up in bettering concessions,
A class struggle thinking it’s for real.
The struggle, not the tears.
9/28/18
I like political art.
That’s your interpretation.
Can you penetrate other people’s ethos growing up empty of teaching, unavailable reserve? Yet too reserved to comprehend thick grasses amount to ridiculing the five phonemic states of geese.
Someone asked me not to float this while our so-named public face makes a living, almost kidding and choosing only leisure on fire. What kind of prose government takes dabbling more lightly?
That’s your interpretation.
Can you penetrate other people’s ethos growing up empty of teaching, unavailable reserve? Yet too reserved to comprehend thick grasses amount to ridiculing the five phonemic states of geese.
Someone asked me not to float this while our so-named public face makes a living, almost kidding and choosing only leisure on fire. What kind of prose government takes dabbling more lightly?
54: You’re back!
Truth is, we cave wantonly to your lovely sweet odor (fairer in our forgetfulness).
O wooed rose!
Before they show within you — and like you — perfumes were of dark matter, the unmasked buds that distill a civilizing beauty far ahead of summer’s space
Filling our eyes with unmeasured disassociation.
Truth is, we cave wantonly to your lovely sweet odor (fairer in our forgetfulness).
O wooed rose!
Before they show within you — and like you — perfumes were of dark matter, the unmasked buds that distill a civilizing beauty far ahead of summer’s space
Filling our eyes with unmeasured disassociation.
I feel socialist. Validating market snapshots, optimizing
The center. The middle
Holds more future than any single system —
Huge agnostic disciplines
About attitudes behind morals,
Say. You know this open and shut —
Take it down / or thumb thru.
The balance is left over inhabiting the brim
To the point you don’t have to know anymore yoga than
We know now — less than nothing, which spurs practically nothing.
The center. The middle
Holds more future than any single system —
Huge agnostic disciplines
About attitudes behind morals,
Say. You know this open and shut —
Take it down / or thumb thru.
The balance is left over inhabiting the brim
To the point you don’t have to know anymore yoga than
We know now — less than nothing, which spurs practically nothing.
I’m not afraid of showing the much simpler, formless inexact I wave and dissipate into highly animate raw munition. My hands are supposed to cohere in what I cull from hearsay. Raising one hand exudes only passion, which if you allow I agree with, with intertwined wilderness raising two, but a misdeal.
9/27/18
Writing in a voice for a glass room that rings of convoluted propaganda, in finger paint.
With brush and paint we take dirt off a crescent metal, easy to pick up, feed and embrace after the climate changes. So writ. Under suspicion.
Go on, I respect you. Tell us about your background in propositional aesthetics (affiliates who you think are like you but aren’t).
With brush and paint we take dirt off a crescent metal, easy to pick up, feed and embrace after the climate changes. So writ. Under suspicion.
Go on, I respect you. Tell us about your background in propositional aesthetics (affiliates who you think are like you but aren’t).
The tallest paintings remeasure your height.
Painting ideas.
You had heard accelerated pilgrims eat paintings stretched onto canvases of different sizes, gloomy jigsaws, severed threads, sticky placards in paint that’s waste emaciated into planes of junk and emptiness. A rural road. Painting double quotes.
Painting ideas.
You had heard accelerated pilgrims eat paintings stretched onto canvases of different sizes, gloomy jigsaws, severed threads, sticky placards in paint that’s waste emaciated into planes of junk and emptiness. A rural road. Painting double quotes.
63: Hours..drain..blood. And something came up.
As I am now, Max Planck fellows are running off with radical research incentives for a frontier in vanishing unboundedness: Cramming organized treasures in a small package, tethered particle immolation. The dignity of boson appearances, confounding cruelty and love, alike, fed from memory. Never cut. With little or no motive, the sky foregrounds the process styles of mere appearances, stealing only ‘just anarchic joys,’ all of them, always.
As I am now, Max Planck fellows are running off with radical research incentives for a frontier in vanishing unboundedness: Cramming organized treasures in a small package, tethered particle immolation. The dignity of boson appearances, confounding cruelty and love, alike, fed from memory. Never cut. With little or no motive, the sky foregrounds the process styles of mere appearances, stealing only ‘just anarchic joys,’ all of them, always.
You cannot win. It happens fast. Less than a flash, the kiss you depend on disappears.
Go for parallels yourself.
Sorry, felons, there’s a fool’s guarantee. All you have
to do is ...
Choose love, a buy or rental option equidistant from the rest of your thought and defunct phenomena that travail and make surprise re-visits within quanta. (Too early to expel.) Choosing love creates an entire platform to spin off much slower tangential constructs. Happenstance plucked out of a good number of dying parallels.
Sorry. Now dead.
Go for parallels yourself.
Sorry, felons, there’s a fool’s guarantee. All you have
to do is ...
Choose love, a buy or rental option equidistant from the rest of your thought and defunct phenomena that travail and make surprise re-visits within quanta. (Too early to expel.) Choosing love creates an entire platform to spin off much slower tangential constructs. Happenstance plucked out of a good number of dying parallels.
Sorry. Now dead.
No interviews today. Triumph* is creepy**.
*Creepiness, unlike triumph, widely construed as inaudible tendencies in the third person toward plundering contexts to alter the body’s asymmetrical neuropsychology.
**Authentic triumph, group or personal, goes beyond construing or exciting discomfort, turning inland thru space.
*Creepiness, unlike triumph, widely construed as inaudible tendencies in the third person toward plundering contexts to alter the body’s asymmetrical neuropsychology.
**Authentic triumph, group or personal, goes beyond construing or exciting discomfort, turning inland thru space.
9/26/18
I’m leafing through your agility pouring out seeds, turning over seedlings —
I should add I don’t know anything about microspores, also
Heavy pollen, nothing! I should add I’m living on borrowed-germs.
I haven’t done tranquility either! — not even a truce..
Blinded by periodic breakthroughs, making up a to do list!
Tho a pragmatics circumvents my will to mend things —
The focus is on nothing we won’t do..
I should add I don’t know anything about microspores, also
Heavy pollen, nothing! I should add I’m living on borrowed-germs.
I haven’t done tranquility either! — not even a truce..
Blinded by periodic breakthroughs, making up a to do list!
Tho a pragmatics circumvents my will to mend things —
The focus is on nothing we won’t do..
Rightist verse.
It’s meta-conscious. On the surface text projects as selfie, “poking” materials, assembly, audience. Selfies however adhere to reticent agendas.
Pedagogic systems schedule examination of dominant samples. Absorbing their data is a high achievement that’s duplicable.
Rightist epistemology’s key reinforcements:
a) algorithmic methods underline skillsets bias.
b) calculable hierarchies, A.B.’s, Ivies, ‘little ivies.’
c) MFA satellites derive from a) and b).
It’s all about people acting this way.
F O’Hara rather not.
It’s meta-conscious. On the surface text projects as selfie, “poking” materials, assembly, audience. Selfies however adhere to reticent agendas.
Pedagogic systems schedule examination of dominant samples. Absorbing their data is a high achievement that’s duplicable.
Rightist epistemology’s key reinforcements:
a) algorithmic methods underline skillsets bias.
b) calculable hierarchies, A.B.’s, Ivies, ‘little ivies.’
c) MFA satellites derive from a) and b).
It’s all about people acting this way.
F O’Hara rather not.
Sonnet 86:
The future gives full sail bound for intelligence, prized above a ‘mortal’ pitch, teaching us to prize and grow, that is, write great verse.
I thought of you
giving us cohorts aid.. No, we see our pride flies off, out of control as it works around a crowd of familiars whom we teach to write.
Once our brains ripen, we reach neither calm of victory nor fear — by night I lack a precious affable character beyond my mortal self.. both that and a familiar’s ghost morality strike me all too precious matters, like enfeeblement, like death, like filling this line.
The future gives full sail bound for intelligence, prized above a ‘mortal’ pitch, teaching us to prize and grow, that is, write great verse.
I thought of you
giving us cohorts aid.. No, we see our pride flies off, out of control as it works around a crowd of familiars whom we teach to write.
Once our brains ripen, we reach neither calm of victory nor fear — by night I lack a precious affable character beyond my mortal self.. both that and a familiar’s ghost morality strike me all too precious matters, like enfeeblement, like death, like filling this line.
Do what you want. Just a few synthetics I dislike. Neuroenhancers. I’ll admit I am curious underwater as sea bream lifts, lukewarm, soft. Splash. Preaching to the tenor choir, I deal in the ethics of what we do together.
So there’s a rule-of-thumb with natural stenches & hidden fundaments back on land, which seems ultra altered, it’s just too much. My..
Rain obscures movie nights and a bar to be what we want. Tall pathologists are restless in the rain. Excellent. We’ll read over the presentation, juggle a few heads.
So there’s a rule-of-thumb with natural stenches & hidden fundaments back on land, which seems ultra altered, it’s just too much. My..
Rain obscures movie nights and a bar to be what we want. Tall pathologists are restless in the rain. Excellent. We’ll read over the presentation, juggle a few heads.
A few minutes ago there were bright blue shadows.
The quartet’s on a formal mission; higher
up, the mission’s part scribble / disassociation.
I can hear Johnny sweeping the drive
like a voiceover to operate microspores humanely,
stacking ideas of alembic tubes that mate
over magnets. Tubes lit with disentanglements.
Prayer in all directions.
The quartet’s on a formal mission; higher
up, the mission’s part scribble / disassociation.
I can hear Johnny sweeping the drive
like a voiceover to operate microspores humanely,
stacking ideas of alembic tubes that mate
over magnets. Tubes lit with disentanglements.
Prayer in all directions.
9/25/18
Voices in biological funnels, a trickle down of their futurity,
Dropping into your sights — now rising
— the fastest way to earn points. Yet
We’re surrounded, opening
I write poems for children, progeny
Forward, a debit resonance disproving our successors —
We’re nothing their voices bell without words.
Make a difference, make an offer.
Dropping into your sights — now rising
— the fastest way to earn points. Yet
We’re surrounded, opening
I write poems for children, progeny
Forward, a debit resonance disproving our successors —
We’re nothing their voices bell without words.
Make a difference, make an offer.
A while back, long before punches of text looked great on mobile devices, there were many snores from ancestors with frequent coughs / grunts crowding in together in caves. Back when our bodies taught themselves phonemes thru shrieks of groans to signal pain, humming to sign comprehension and varietals of cognition — folks like you hit upon logic I feel crazy and fancy and headed for greatness in the morning.
It’s different from the evening on and some with hands on fire hit back.
Teamwork. Our people are what make us great.
The thick grasses went on a date, back dabbling in craftwork as we roll thru them. All this acreage owned by the production-geared and prosaic at base, people that is, a-theoretical, factual. Broke, misunderstood.
It’s different from the evening on and some with hands on fire hit back.
Teamwork. Our people are what make us great.
The thick grasses went on a date, back dabbling in craftwork as we roll thru them. All this acreage owned by the production-geared and prosaic at base, people that is, a-theoretical, factual. Broke, misunderstood.
4: Unthrifty = extravagant; nothing = nothing.
To traffic in deception, record your writing. Take notes here
.. and I’m being frank, beauty given to you
will oppose given facts of previous loveliness gone unused —
a perplexed legacy taken outside why or what’s acceptable, let alone
what to audit profit and thrift. I’ll lend you
my saddle for your extrication from delirium ..
Love whom else? Is it largess to go free? In a coin flip, we
traffic with fog to bequest lilac-dark in the air —
spending its shade upon you and me,
so great a denatured octagonal gloom
by our own natures, we must leave it there, undone.
To traffic in deception, record your writing. Take notes here
.. and I’m being frank, beauty given to you
will oppose given facts of previous loveliness gone unused —
a perplexed legacy taken outside why or what’s acceptable, let alone
what to audit profit and thrift. I’ll lend you
my saddle for your extrication from delirium ..
Love whom else? Is it largess to go free? In a coin flip, we
traffic with fog to bequest lilac-dark in the air —
spending its shade upon you and me,
so great a denatured octagonal gloom
by our own natures, we must leave it there, undone.
Here’s how I hitchhike. I pull on my gloves and come across an organizing principle for pulling a trigger or 2, replacing subject matter with source text, exploring only the musts: structure, acquisition, mis-use, peasant media — no Eros except in ideas, room for the best but never the pure.
3, One who hitches has no right to speak other than excellently. Self-conflict and compromise keep coming up as rich bases for ironic pleasure and symphonic failure. If that’s allowed.
Primitive patterns and blue throats, crowbars taped to a tree, in the distance, Eroica...
We haven’t been far away — the fields are twenty, chips are foam, our clothes thrown,
The great We of fish, that’s what I say on a sea plane worked into the sky.
3, One who hitches has no right to speak other than excellently. Self-conflict and compromise keep coming up as rich bases for ironic pleasure and symphonic failure. If that’s allowed.
Primitive patterns and blue throats, crowbars taped to a tree, in the distance, Eroica...
We haven’t been far away — the fields are twenty, chips are foam, our clothes thrown,
The great We of fish, that’s what I say on a sea plane worked into the sky.
9/24/18
Matters of faith:
Mind and body worship is vicarious before conforming to system leaks.
I’m too ugly to be molested. It’s true.
I kissed a cat. Once.
Once out of what? out of dying belief
I wrote on otherness when down (“I’ve stopped looking”) otherness came.
A sober-garish run on sentence
Lay before my head cold rumbling..
My body in the language of dunes and trash
— soba colors with melons and blues.
I’m sorry for shoddy reasoning and growth. Sorry as pieces
Of aqua and orange foam and glass.
Even more I like meeting mates’ life-changing kisses —
Kisses like odes on progress.
Hoarse for weeks.
Mind and body worship is vicarious before conforming to system leaks.
I’m too ugly to be molested. It’s true.
I kissed a cat. Once.
Once out of what? out of dying belief
I wrote on otherness when down (“I’ve stopped looking”) otherness came.
A sober-garish run on sentence
Lay before my head cold rumbling..
My body in the language of dunes and trash
— soba colors with melons and blues.
I’m sorry for shoddy reasoning and growth. Sorry as pieces
Of aqua and orange foam and glass.
Even more I like meeting mates’ life-changing kisses —
Kisses like odes on progress.
Hoarse for weeks.
Pavane:
At arm’s length..
There were dimensions an hour ago enabling 2 events in a plot we’re party to. Tenebrae, we said. Let’s return to the olfactory sketches, in which the cosmos is left and right unexplained. Constant and converted. Incandescent, then, our ardor comes back to choke a rocket sidelined by a braided chord worn as a necklace, a burning space distinguished by the compliments contained.
At arm’s length..
There were dimensions an hour ago enabling 2 events in a plot we’re party to. Tenebrae, we said. Let’s return to the olfactory sketches, in which the cosmos is left and right unexplained. Constant and converted. Incandescent, then, our ardor comes back to choke a rocket sidelined by a braided chord worn as a necklace, a burning space distinguished by the compliments contained.
2: We never came across it here.
Slow, like never before. Yet a thriftless parabola intersects feeling its pedigree (that was).
Face to shoulders, gestures are precise thru your eyes, the viewer’s glass.
These are proud motions throughout — the viewer’s eyes. Warm and cold climbing down a first, second, third hill. Falling lower down there’s a new quad mainstream-underground
with deep-sunken eyes — we — some of us — avoid. Of small worth. Will
you recover mine? Renew me? how much? let’s call back
successive coordinates, summed up in fair praise
remembering pleasures of the eyes! neck! and chest!
Yes there..
Slow, like never before. Yet a thriftless parabola intersects feeling its pedigree (that was).
Face to shoulders, gestures are precise thru your eyes, the viewer’s glass.
These are proud motions throughout — the viewer’s eyes. Warm and cold climbing down a first, second, third hill. Falling lower down there’s a new quad mainstream-underground
with deep-sunken eyes — we — some of us — avoid. Of small worth. Will
you recover mine? Renew me? how much? let’s call back
successive coordinates, summed up in fair praise
remembering pleasures of the eyes! neck! and chest!
Yes there..
As to the origin of matter: Cottage space and free time contend at unexplored depths.
Past is no guarantee of future promise.
Anywhere farther, dark matter is a lot more obvious, a nonverbal compromise. But you and I know more; our cottage industry is up next, forging newer and more colors, so I’m flapping my arms in front of me, keeping a few novel resemblances to myself.
Maybe I’m afraid of being abducted. Off to a thoroughly unnerving, bigger anywhere, the other half’s anywhere ...
At the very tips I’m pink, divining our fixed up eyes that are mapped, hey, whoa, how awful!
how much closer to the maker are we now ... So be ready.
Past is no guarantee of future promise.
Anywhere farther, dark matter is a lot more obvious, a nonverbal compromise. But you and I know more; our cottage industry is up next, forging newer and more colors, so I’m flapping my arms in front of me, keeping a few novel resemblances to myself.
Maybe I’m afraid of being abducted. Off to a thoroughly unnerving, bigger anywhere, the other half’s anywhere ...
At the very tips I’m pink, divining our fixed up eyes that are mapped, hey, whoa, how awful!
how much closer to the maker are we now ... So be ready.
Craning one’s mien goes on outside e.r.’s as events pass — comments from nondoctors, random lines off tv — lies and freedoms in this vein take off at many a critical point. It’s interpersonal, e.r. managers hold. But not now. It’s conditions like these making it impossible to write enflamed birdsong and comb back your hair at the same time.. Can you do that?
Light with a spooky edge..
to sound off like your own critic.
Light with a spooky edge..
to sound off like your own critic.
9/23/18
Nothing is such in all cases. The secret of this brings on what works mostly. Life is short and good grooming drives you all over. Recent example, no longer victims,
you and I grabbed the moment, left and right, as a ladder we shouldn’t overuse — a moment to stare out the window, a lamp over our shoulders to herald the swindle in wind farming.
A mind is a beautiful tool of late capitalism (an unwitting effect and cause).
Capitalism stands erect at America’s curbside, a whiff of more aroma
waiting, eyes unblinking.
(Or one could seek documentation, semblance, something Swiss...
From now on the mind is (its own) Switzerland, ok? Two eyes
belong everywhere, you’re breathing into everywhere.)
Capitalism thus gets to open up its dude ranches akin to rustic factories, the gig economy spreads further west to prey on the drunk and disorderly. This is the highway the slug runs out on, leaving us a little dizzy. You’re the 60th slug / dude / muse..
I was wondering wha ...
The mind sits there. It wants to be best
friends. It’s saved us burgers.
Its own.
Capitalism stands erect at America’s curbside, a whiff of more aroma
waiting, eyes unblinking.
(Or one could seek documentation, semblance, something Swiss...
From now on the mind is (its own) Switzerland, ok? Two eyes
belong everywhere, you’re breathing into everywhere.)
Capitalism thus gets to open up its dude ranches akin to rustic factories, the gig economy spreads further west to prey on the drunk and disorderly. This is the highway the slug runs out on, leaving us a little dizzy. You’re the 60th slug / dude / muse..
I was wondering wha ...
The mind sits there. It wants to be best
friends. It’s saved us burgers.
Its own.
104: You’re fair doing this, my friend. Etc.
I saw both of us stop the actual dial hands, reset the pace. Still,
As such you and I may be deceived, turning to seasonal
Purebreds for fresh figures, new times and hot pricing, unless
Turning green to yellow with fear is perceived better.
Burn for me, friend. Hues balanced in your green motions
Since.. I have seen shaken vector
Utilities (direct flares) express beauty in your eyes.
Before you were born to me
Perfumes of April stand as axioms in June — still cold pride
You’ve processed.. already stolen. Since and with such pride
You turn summer into spring’s fresh age,
Such a future can never grow old.
I saw both of us stop the actual dial hands, reset the pace. Still,
As such you and I may be deceived, turning to seasonal
Purebreds for fresh figures, new times and hot pricing, unless
Turning green to yellow with fear is perceived better.
Burn for me, friend. Hues balanced in your green motions
Since.. I have seen shaken vector
Utilities (direct flares) express beauty in your eyes.
Before you were born to me
Perfumes of April stand as axioms in June — still cold pride
You’ve processed.. already stolen. Since and with such pride
You turn summer into spring’s fresh age,
Such a future can never grow old.
Have yourself a good time. I’ll have you over when political science gets to better thinking, Aldous Huxley augmented with a good bouquet, plus a full deck of historical raiment among the aspirants decoding automation...
After that, there will be nothing coarse or raucous to grab at, but for now, good talk!
Who is this? Nobody. Nobody’s first choice.
We’re fine with “no real choice.”
After that, there will be nothing coarse or raucous to grab at, but for now, good talk!
Who is this? Nobody. Nobody’s first choice.
We’re fine with “no real choice.”
Snapping to / not snapping.
Anyway, hipster memory
is a contradiction in terms.
A shortcut to an off prediction.
Unilaterally a hipster
throws out softballs,
variously literal —
mounting a bait
and switch to chalk up
the utility of hip lingerie per se,
discreet shipping, and in
this case it won’t be serene.
Anyway, go to long love making. serene now memorizing
parallel futures on a projective plane.
Why move into anyone else’s crash test?
Anyway, hipster memory
is a contradiction in terms.
A shortcut to an off prediction.
Unilaterally a hipster
throws out softballs,
variously literal —
mounting a bait
and switch to chalk up
the utility of hip lingerie per se,
discreet shipping, and in
this case it won’t be serene.
Anyway, go to long love making. serene now memorizing
parallel futures on a projective plane.
Why move into anyone else’s crash test?
9/22/18
Massachusetts, one of the 13! Now tv.
I love needing what television does, colonizing until the wheels fall off. Skinny ‘eventude’ brings on video waves of fluttering, populist rage, dishonest dogs. (Tv dogs trained to sit, fetch, force it down.) All in favor held under pressure.
Channel surfing here in the cranberry state I see immigrants mix well w/ bohos, capitalist people, service people, subjectivity w/ certain rights for a life entrenched behind exigency — exigency feels very large here. We’re all over tv. Just noticed.
I love needing what television does, colonizing until the wheels fall off. Skinny ‘eventude’ brings on video waves of fluttering, populist rage, dishonest dogs. (Tv dogs trained to sit, fetch, force it down.) All in favor held under pressure.
Channel surfing here in the cranberry state I see immigrants mix well w/ bohos, capitalist people, service people, subjectivity w/ certain rights for a life entrenched behind exigency — exigency feels very large here. We’re all over tv. Just noticed.
Too excellent but passing concern:
IF we have an idea to process a text or artifact, subject to analysis, THEN how does the text or artifact change ways of analyzing processes? Does the result generate or blur inquiry into both (a) who, how, when, why subjects of analysis pertain and (b) further synthesis like rhetorical and curricular adaptations Greeks and Romans model?
IF we have an idea to process a text or artifact, subject to analysis, THEN how does the text or artifact change ways of analyzing processes? Does the result generate or blur inquiry into both (a) who, how, when, why subjects of analysis pertain and (b) further synthesis like rhetorical and curricular adaptations Greeks and Romans model?
The sky is air, a hue of golf balls.
That color was discontinued, for historical justice.
Days are broken into seasons and dark shores separated by regions.
Our supply chain deals fatalism as an element of allegory
shaping and twisting valleys of all desire, except no ready
-made means to change the supplier that feeds us these watersheds and waterfalls.
That color was discontinued, for historical justice.
Days are broken into seasons and dark shores separated by regions.
Our supply chain deals fatalism as an element of allegory
shaping and twisting valleys of all desire, except no ready
-made means to change the supplier that feeds us these watersheds and waterfalls.
136: I am nothing. What’s my business? Blind soul systems led me to O you!
— whereas our epistemology scampers in secrecy, the password pilfered, your soul knows it is already admitted…
An hypothesis w/ several newer ideas that would leverage you right there in the pluperfect, had your love held me by my name.
Therein, a civilizing process today to staying still, purposely
dull, behavior entered into by spotting this first. It’s
a clear refinement where character offers liberation — my sweet nothing
for nothing holds you or me, nothing
supports our love-suit from underneath. Only you win the job!
You’re my own nothing boss.
— whereas our epistemology scampers in secrecy, the password pilfered, your soul knows it is already admitted…
An hypothesis w/ several newer ideas that would leverage you right there in the pluperfect, had your love held me by my name.
Therein, a civilizing process today to staying still, purposely
dull, behavior entered into by spotting this first. It’s
a clear refinement where character offers liberation — my sweet nothing
for nothing holds you or me, nothing
supports our love-suit from underneath. Only you win the job!
You’re my own nothing boss.
Diva writes,
My leaving office is double edged as I am prone to off-center my impenitence about ‘the what’ we don’t get, the known limits to affirm any retraction, winding into a reliance on hard work, pleasures, plans, and this most generalized — one shoulder hitched higher, set to name names but allegorizing ‘the what’ — it happens.
It’s nothing personal.
My leaving office is double edged as I am prone to off-center my impenitence about ‘the what’ we don’t get, the known limits to affirm any retraction, winding into a reliance on hard work, pleasures, plans, and this most generalized — one shoulder hitched higher, set to name names but allegorizing ‘the what’ — it happens.
It’s nothing personal.
New day! Matins but ghosted
& then — second — non-glowing noise
of collared, greening hospitality where galactic
banter might calm tax credit havoc.
Third, I stay nonprofit
worshiping everything that belongs in consecutive cubes
on an ice grid.
The rest of identity is stress related in as many directions.
& then — second — non-glowing noise
of collared, greening hospitality where galactic
banter might calm tax credit havoc.
Third, I stay nonprofit
worshiping everything that belongs in consecutive cubes
on an ice grid.
The rest of identity is stress related in as many directions.
9/21/18
Song for arrested insects living well: In the beginning stages
Blushing with breaking news
One time I was inconsonant. Or.. otherwise
I was found holding a lodge of doing-splits glossary
Over extreme wakefulness — why
Does a face arrest?
You had on your fabulous eyeliner from a while ago. Cunning
Everybody had it goes without saying a probability before
Good news of patria
And all of us now are blown up by
Getting wind of Ghislanzoni.
Blushing with breaking news
One time I was inconsonant. Or.. otherwise
I was found holding a lodge of doing-splits glossary
Over extreme wakefulness — why
Does a face arrest?
You had on your fabulous eyeliner from a while ago. Cunning
Everybody had it goes without saying a probability before
Good news of patria
And all of us now are blown up by
Getting wind of Ghislanzoni.
In full bloom, full blown. There’s too much junk in triangles. (Conductors, maestros at least, know this.)
That’s how I live alone anticipating mind control as disingenuous. As
my own adverb creator I found action prosody within alter-egos,
exact asides, and decorative indeterminacy.
Love memorials are cool.
The smitten dissipate. What is it like here w/out you?
I’m a fan without chemistry.
That’s how I live alone anticipating mind control as disingenuous. As
my own adverb creator I found action prosody within alter-egos,
exact asides, and decorative indeterminacy.
Love memorials are cool.
The smitten dissipate. What is it like here w/out you?
I’m a fan without chemistry.
Let’s see what we get at top of that chain of proxies.
There you go again. Tax and spend. Death panels. Lyin’ Hillary. Toxic concepts infuse social ideology and organize perception. Political samples predict voter behavior.
The kings are crazy dudes. Party “extras” play along or rue it.
Turning to outdoors there’s a wholly hidden idiom of renderings, highlighting themes out-of-focus, left to twist in the leafy apolitical acreage.
Art director’s cut.
There you go again. Tax and spend. Death panels. Lyin’ Hillary. Toxic concepts infuse social ideology and organize perception. Political samples predict voter behavior.
The kings are crazy dudes. Party “extras” play along or rue it.
Turning to outdoors there’s a wholly hidden idiom of renderings, highlighting themes out-of-focus, left to twist in the leafy apolitical acreage.
Art director’s cut.
84: Partnerships were counterparts, 1st a little lunatic, more than most...
Worse, hotly culled. Who can say?
Let me copy what’s writ clearly, how it lends some small glory, substituting natural praise
— you’re admired everywhere! Fame dignifies your story.
Add a curse, I lower my voice to approximate parity.
To such immured an example, who can say more? You alone are you
As your story goes. And you let it go.
Rich in style, but penurious compared to what is writ in you.
Worse, hotly culled. Who can say?
Let me copy what’s writ clearly, how it lends some small glory, substituting natural praise
— you’re admired everywhere! Fame dignifies your story.
Add a curse, I lower my voice to approximate parity.
To such immured an example, who can say more? You alone are you
As your story goes. And you let it go.
Rich in style, but penurious compared to what is writ in you.
Been holding our tongues for the future. That’s how it works.
Non-interference is in charge, under which an authentic kindergarten language, genetic dance and bourgeois charades get raised and quest is forcibly asserted. Working against deadline shaped the last phase of withdrawal from our deadlock with impending attributes.
Oedipus meantime, our founder, targeted a fan like me because of ageless obligations to familial platitude, his camouflage in plain view, the better part of stiff winds over centuries-old middle ground.
Non-interference is in charge, under which an authentic kindergarten language, genetic dance and bourgeois charades get raised and quest is forcibly asserted. Working against deadline shaped the last phase of withdrawal from our deadlock with impending attributes.
Oedipus meantime, our founder, targeted a fan like me because of ageless obligations to familial platitude, his camouflage in plain view, the better part of stiff winds over centuries-old middle ground.
9/20/18
There is no name then it’s absence and torment. His life is built around sane choices w/ a sense of a person, even though in a few seconds, I’m in memory * of that person to come. Haw.
That a fact?
Some don’t hear clearly when one’s own “voice” joins others’ to deepen ultimately anonymous expressions of desire. * The memory part is without forests or it’s forests with no memory, mostly vice versa.
That a fact?
Some don’t hear clearly when one’s own “voice” joins others’ to deepen ultimately anonymous expressions of desire. * The memory part is without forests or it’s forests with no memory, mostly vice versa.
The times call for action.
Not
Caliginous faces, doubts, pleasantly high alerts.
No tedious script but liberation from horror!
We heard from the ‘producer’ under his own death trap rubric
that is also an icon of his intentions.
And yet stuck at this end I’d settle for a shorter text than this,
a preface to a cookbook, perhaps. Straying from the trap but within lines.
We’re feeling besieged, a little called out
in the great rift’s meaning of no revolution now.
Not
Caliginous faces, doubts, pleasantly high alerts.
No tedious script but liberation from horror!
We heard from the ‘producer’ under his own death trap rubric
that is also an icon of his intentions.
And yet stuck at this end I’d settle for a shorter text than this,
a preface to a cookbook, perhaps. Straying from the trap but within lines.
We’re feeling besieged, a little called out
in the great rift’s meaning of no revolution now.
51: Movement, not lineage — war seems unjust when there is only one side to wage it.
Gleaned from what war is, my desire keeps pace.
I’ll be an angel investor in spontaneity, no need but love, for love.
This is strictly deliriously business, self-realized adventure
losing battles daily, no excuses.
What time do you get off work in verse? Shall I know?
Speeding up when swift extremity can seem but slow
I hastened to run to you
even before starting to..
Gleaned from what war is, my desire keeps pace.
I’ll be an angel investor in spontaneity, no need but love, for love.
This is strictly deliriously business, self-realized adventure
losing battles daily, no excuses.
What time do you get off work in verse? Shall I know?
Speeding up when swift extremity can seem but slow
I hastened to run to you
even before starting to..
Focused. Demented.
No shortcuts. Nope.
It’s regrettable, they say —
Twin Peaks doesn’t add up
under binge watch...
Not entirely, but it seems unforced holding to an ideally liberal weirdness.
David L through Kyle M is an observer with an uncapped fortune,
reflecting what adolescents do when their backbones ice up,
raising all boats, all antisocial levels.
No shortcuts. Nope.
It’s regrettable, they say —
Twin Peaks doesn’t add up
under binge watch...
Not entirely, but it seems unforced holding to an ideally liberal weirdness.
David L through Kyle M is an observer with an uncapped fortune,
reflecting what adolescents do when their backbones ice up,
raising all boats, all antisocial levels.
9/19/18
Ode to love:
I wish you had taken that job singing of thingness. You there?
All financial doubts are overcome.
Even so, if you could eat only one food for life, what sad unrest would you take up? “Take notes,” you recalled. You were holding back first throbs as we forced extra fonts from your abdomen. Then our fears increased. Mist in pockets.
I miss the walled city where an operator like him looks up when you arrive at this next step. . .
Try to remain calm. I’m going to talk you down. The place is improper.
We’ll take the stairs; the elevators refuse to go with asterisks in them, friends of friends.
(Ok, you there? Bye.)
I wish you had taken that job singing of thingness. You there?
All financial doubts are overcome.
Even so, if you could eat only one food for life, what sad unrest would you take up? “Take notes,” you recalled. You were holding back first throbs as we forced extra fonts from your abdomen. Then our fears increased. Mist in pockets.
I miss the walled city where an operator like him looks up when you arrive at this next step. . .
Try to remain calm. I’m going to talk you down. The place is improper.
We’ll take the stairs; the elevators refuse to go with asterisks in them, friends of friends.
(Ok, you there? Bye.)
Fair, dark warning.
None of this is pressured by déjà vu. It seems rational, with a little prep you can achieve more intimacy with a poet you’re initially wanting to know. If you want. And, of course, you’re helped by the other, the other’s writing, I mean, since poetry is one medium for splendid self-introductions of a framed sort. No, what I am about to say ...I want to put here and it’s not entirely rational .. there may be a blushing-waif-zeit and atmospherics, but certainly a range of collective empathy (psychosis?) with a potentially or partially vulnerable social manner.
Wanting together with his and your own empathy and vulnerability, will put you both a way forward; you’re talking fast and can’t control your eyes, even before you have intentions. This happens fast but not forever, especially with one who has submitted to selection-pressure before, one who misapplies both your moves and language to enact motives beyond the immediate speech act.
None of this is pressured by déjà vu. It seems rational, with a little prep you can achieve more intimacy with a poet you’re initially wanting to know. If you want. And, of course, you’re helped by the other, the other’s writing, I mean, since poetry is one medium for splendid self-introductions of a framed sort. No, what I am about to say ...I want to put here and it’s not entirely rational .. there may be a blushing-waif-zeit and atmospherics, but certainly a range of collective empathy (psychosis?) with a potentially or partially vulnerable social manner.
Wanting together with his and your own empathy and vulnerability, will put you both a way forward; you’re talking fast and can’t control your eyes, even before you have intentions. This happens fast but not forever, especially with one who has submitted to selection-pressure before, one who misapplies both your moves and language to enact motives beyond the immediate speech act.
39: Sing how in your absence, thoughts on love with him hint of torment. Separation seemed brilliant manners far back, before today. Thought of that now is oblique, divided but pointedly, singly alive.
One difference, then, sing: you are the better part of me that changes — I’ll praise you while praising him.
Even divided we prove we’re the same. We live to entertain thinking of our love at times. Yet even this is separation. I dream w/ you.. as you sing.
One difference, then, sing: you are the better part of me that changes — I’ll praise you while praising him.
Even divided we prove we’re the same. We live to entertain thinking of our love at times. Yet even this is separation. I dream w/ you.. as you sing.
Ovid called youth a positive influence.
Reading and living
Ontologically under-simulated his senses —
He should be doing flips,
Be furious w/ the world w/ dogfood boxes.. get
Angry at keyholes, too, w/ their conservative
Counterviews to earnest alignment as his sure timing slips
Under the prowess of floating unquietly
Into apothegms, into sidesteps of fine voice,
“A voice and nothing more.”
Reading and living
Ontologically under-simulated his senses —
He should be doing flips,
Be furious w/ the world w/ dogfood boxes.. get
Angry at keyholes, too, w/ their conservative
Counterviews to earnest alignment as his sure timing slips
Under the prowess of floating unquietly
Into apothegms, into sidesteps of fine voice,
“A voice and nothing more.”
I go for the moody and unexpected.
The color of the spine goes ultimate, high and below, unlikely yet
I put my name in. Am I fit for the scenario? Are you and I? I ran out of balls rating you. I found so much of what you say emancipating, but the data are hardly unadulterated. You’re driving me nuts.
The color of the spine goes ultimate, high and below, unlikely yet
I put my name in. Am I fit for the scenario? Are you and I? I ran out of balls rating you. I found so much of what you say emancipating, but the data are hardly unadulterated. You’re driving me nuts.
9/18/18
Frag-mento steps in, We came from coming back, he says,
never the same last excuse when you like to stay
running on a folk classic with breathy cult components,
listening and showing we both are here. One part
synergetic Weltliteratur giving less weight to fantasy —
another now is where the renaissance part sways.
37: ‘Feelings are empty’ .. still / they’re
entitled − here is where many motifs help.
Despite our comfort and wealth
I told the boss he should go to hell
(after all), protecting shareholders from hock.
What’s a game emotion? the hang off it.
The contours. Nothing month. T’on. The shadows ’n
the lame, the poor, the despised will have
none of it.
Not a one in the cards can bend. Simply phrased.
Emotionally poets always knew, ‘knowing
they have not made a point’ —
Should I continue to enjoy happiness at dinner
having intercourse by
Missing motifs? Any or all of yours? Enjoy how
people say they’re living to be admired..
Have a child? This wish I have..
How people talk?
entitled − here is where many motifs help.
Despite our comfort and wealth
I told the boss he should go to hell
(after all), protecting shareholders from hock.
What’s a game emotion? the hang off it.
The contours. Nothing month. T’on. The shadows ’n
the lame, the poor, the despised will have
none of it.
Not a one in the cards can bend. Simply phrased.
Emotionally poets always knew, ‘knowing
they have not made a point’ —
Should I continue to enjoy happiness at dinner
having intercourse by
Missing motifs? Any or all of yours? Enjoy how
people say they’re living to be admired..
Have a child? This wish I have..
How people talk?
[adverb not here] I can’t face facts auf deutsch. I invented my elbow railing
thru intimation, insinuation, innuendo.
Also it was something I ate control-grouped in overlaps.
Never believe quite a theory, we never say it’s conjecture.
To translate costs a constellation or a bundle of heart, faint of.
(Inauspicious string, translation und fear.)
Also it was something I ate control-grouped in overlaps.
Never believe quite a theory, we never say it’s conjecture.
To translate costs a constellation or a bundle of heart, faint of.
(Inauspicious string, translation und fear.)
By future standards don’t-I-wish
is disgusting.
How so? we failures inquire. Clad to the hilt in gray-to-black cashmere, we aren’t discussing business at table. Taciturnity in such morbid surroundings is statutory, you howl. “Mm,” the man says. He was staring at my clogs, wondering how they’re embossed.
When struck a lightning rod emits dust, after that a solution, a chemical substance that squiggles down to my feet. That’s how.
is disgusting.
How so? we failures inquire. Clad to the hilt in gray-to-black cashmere, we aren’t discussing business at table. Taciturnity in such morbid surroundings is statutory, you howl. “Mm,” the man says. He was staring at my clogs, wondering how they’re embossed.
When struck a lightning rod emits dust, after that a solution, a chemical substance that squiggles down to my feet. That’s how.
9/17/18
Focused. Demented.
No shortcuts. Nope.
It’s regrettable, they say —
Twin Peaks doesn’t add up
under binge watch...
Not entirely, but it seems unforced holding to an ideally liberal weirdness.
David L through Kyle M is an observer with an uncapped fortune,
reflecting what adolescents do when their backbones ice up,
raising all boats, all antisocial levels.
No shortcuts. Nope.
It’s regrettable, they say —
Twin Peaks doesn’t add up
under binge watch...
Not entirely, but it seems unforced holding to an ideally liberal weirdness.
David L through Kyle M is an observer with an uncapped fortune,
reflecting what adolescents do when their backbones ice up,
raising all boats, all antisocial levels.
We just saw (a few minutes from now, however)
your address changed.
We could have done it differently before you discovered uses of when all is said (the parent corp was yours before) you took over.
You’re not going to be delirious, are you?
Just for a stretch of language... good for you long ago
taking me from sleep hectic and hurting,
where I rewrite chain letters you refuse to answer...
Good for you!
your address changed.
We could have done it differently before you discovered uses of when all is said (the parent corp was yours before) you took over.
You’re not going to be delirious, are you?
Just for a stretch of language... good for you long ago
taking me from sleep hectic and hurting,
where I rewrite chain letters you refuse to answer...
Good for you!
Yes or no, certainly. & all right
All attempts to throw your voice were patently dumb & of a special force,
Interventions & addictions too disproportionate
To unknown risks. What’s semiology chanting?
No futures present advanced phenomena — what older worlds once added —
I have a tiny soft view of holding to the new path, a core harmony of former days, purring yet put aside. (One chord configuring another.)
All attempts to throw your voice were patently dumb & of a special force,
Interventions & addictions too disproportionate
To unknown risks. What’s semiology chanting?
No futures present advanced phenomena — what older worlds once added —
I have a tiny soft view of holding to the new path, a core harmony of former days, purring yet put aside. (One chord configuring another.)
9/16/18
The other sun, authentic each day, is too direct to prefer less than disorder
beside a confection of labs, East Cambridge..
Obliqueness shows up around access to felt
authority. It’s fair if you can’t say why.
The new job title appears evenhanded getting back here.
This is an essay forgetting that mess nevertheless. I’m searching
new categories to enter in with you uninvolved.
beside a confection of labs, East Cambridge..
Obliqueness shows up around access to felt
authority. It’s fair if you can’t say why.
The new job title appears evenhanded getting back here.
This is an essay forgetting that mess nevertheless. I’m searching
new categories to enter in with you uninvolved.
149: Cruelty goes by a few worshipful metaphors. Not loving you down the road.. going against myself.. all due to future Mars invasions!
Heavenly and new, classic, easy, unforgettable metaphors to our surrounding revenge for taking off, fawning over you / fawning under you, quiet and respectful in everyday nudity. For nudity earned your just respect, commanded by your eyes. It’s always a swing reunion in that ritual expanse, a whole new side of narrow and hollow at center, a vacuum spinning on wheels!
Heavenly and new, classic, easy, unforgettable metaphors to our surrounding revenge for taking off, fawning over you / fawning under you, quiet and respectful in everyday nudity. For nudity earned your just respect, commanded by your eyes. It’s always a swing reunion in that ritual expanse, a whole new side of narrow and hollow at center, a vacuum spinning on wheels!
Heart asleep, little love, I remember looking up at you, at —
ahem — feeling an urgency in ideas taking heat. Women, men:
Legions warmed living in a debt growing city state. Maximum restraint
= get it done and don’t talk to any of me.
This pumped with mandatory inflows of feel-
oops, they’re metering to block counterfeiters’
hen of steam: From which — from art of algorithms — all
personnel will
have to be shifted or fired,
coming to work anyway, achieving a remedy, a seemly
bliss of the non-willed state. Enlightened but as it is,
lacking the middle way or new age.
ahem — feeling an urgency in ideas taking heat. Women, men:
Legions warmed living in a debt growing city state. Maximum restraint
= get it done and don’t talk to any of me.
This pumped with mandatory inflows of feel-
oops, they’re metering to block counterfeiters’
hen of steam: From which — from art of algorithms — all
personnel will
have to be shifted or fired,
coming to work anyway, achieving a remedy, a seemly
bliss of the non-willed state. Enlightened but as it is,
lacking the middle way or new age.
Do I have a taste for disharmony and disproportionality? No, I elect to be ignorant. As a singularity
I believe in undertones and the mimicking hidden force of gravity. You guys go ahead.
I’m going to walk on w/ Gilbert, that’s the best stunt.
You see, G Ryle asked (and w/ this new knowledge he still asks), “might not every action or reaction be a piece of shamming?”
I believe in undertones and the mimicking hidden force of gravity. You guys go ahead.
I’m going to walk on w/ Gilbert, that’s the best stunt.
You see, G Ryle asked (and w/ this new knowledge he still asks), “might not every action or reaction be a piece of shamming?”
We were wondering about invention of the planets, empathizing
Often that’s a normal baritone and determinative passage to sing.
Not a foe, no spite
Sing: Pigeons pattern heaven where detachment got cut! Getting
To there uproots the light series, exalted then stiffened into parody..
Reminding my love of a few contingencies we picked up from a tray
Of bright boomerangs that tantalize in the feasible, wanting nothing;
This was not true showing you touched, you took me.
What go around and come around left to their own desires and systems.
Often that’s a normal baritone and determinative passage to sing.
Not a foe, no spite
Sing: Pigeons pattern heaven where detachment got cut! Getting
To there uproots the light series, exalted then stiffened into parody..
Reminding my love of a few contingencies we picked up from a tray
Of bright boomerangs that tantalize in the feasible, wanting nothing;
This was not true showing you touched, you took me.
What go around and come around left to their own desires and systems.
9/15/18
In not struggling with comparative vulnerability to vie for solitude,
I pursued insight by your ‘grant’; for how do I hold you? That’s one for liberal arts.
Secure oases cannot be considered in terms other than liberal;
with great laughter impelling knowing, not knowing, comfortable
indeterminacy.
All a given. Someday.
I pursued insight by your ‘grant’; for how do I hold you? That’s one for liberal arts.
Secure oases cannot be considered in terms other than liberal;
with great laughter impelling knowing, not knowing, comfortable
indeterminacy.
All a given. Someday.
By the way, every right wing worm thinks every owner of a worm is subject to restitution
even as most tax experts evoke cuddly breeder values in brute ecrus..
I’m here too, waiting for everyone I can’t stop waiting for.
I live in a container house near a few others
and wait on nothing at all, only sustained focus and innovation in nowhere equivalent to a disc. I won’t do it, nah, abrigado.
I work on text.. I’ll grieve later on, turn to pen and ink for human voice breaking glass in an r v to drown out the dog track,
nah.
even as most tax experts evoke cuddly breeder values in brute ecrus..
I’m here too, waiting for everyone I can’t stop waiting for.
I live in a container house near a few others
and wait on nothing at all, only sustained focus and innovation in nowhere equivalent to a disc. I won’t do it, nah, abrigado.
I work on text.. I’ll grieve later on, turn to pen and ink for human voice breaking glass in an r v to drown out the dog track,
nah.
Your reading was beautiful, well pronounced. Perfect make-up. Had .. humm? Your boredom is poor experiment; that’s what we said to snap out of joy, lightness, eyes-open dream. Knower and known no longer clean, osmosis in reverse! It’s clearer every day we’re way behind others, our others. And I’m less affected by less meaning, un-giddy like you. Duly of course sounded, I cover my throat.
“It’s nice to be interrupted twice.”
88: Patriarchy expands fraternal allegiance. You & I so belong.
We’re well acquainted with our own double weakness. Well, I really enjoy it. 9 out of 10.
What do you look like now? It’s right to ask? For your right I can set down our story, bending all my loving thoughts onto you.
We both gain an advantage (all wrong) to prove you virtuous.
We’re well acquainted with our own double weakness. Well, I really enjoy it. 9 out of 10.
What do you look like now? It’s right to ask? For your right I can set down our story, bending all my loving thoughts onto you.
We both gain an advantage (all wrong) to prove you virtuous.
Our atmosphere squeaks common sense.
I sensed him and he liked me. It’s an eye popper, a new
Use for fumy italics — fumy on the outside,
Different inside, just repeating, just on nerve, just on time.
Like him I leave my stamp for no reasons, for nothing spurs dreams.
Here take a wild guess.
A young monk will then say,
Tell us about your imitating experience.
I sensed him and he liked me. It’s an eye popper, a new
Use for fumy italics — fumy on the outside,
Different inside, just repeating, just on nerve, just on time.
Like him I leave my stamp for no reasons, for nothing spurs dreams.
Here take a wild guess.
A young monk will then say,
Tell us about your imitating experience.
Deep in the dream shines.
This is not a test. It’s the blues. But who can tell if it goes well.
We’ll leave it at that, happy, hatless.
The place was beautifully democratized with process.
Yet our processes blow decorum of moving info...
Also, it’s easy for you, suddenly, brief minutes from now, to have less to tell
to soften your last interruption I ignored.
Elsewhere alien drag parallels scenery we communalists push our way thru,
looking fine.
This is not a test. It’s the blues. But who can tell if it goes well.
We’ll leave it at that, happy, hatless.
The place was beautifully democratized with process.
Yet our processes blow decorum of moving info...
Also, it’s easy for you, suddenly, brief minutes from now, to have less to tell
to soften your last interruption I ignored.
Elsewhere alien drag parallels scenery we communalists push our way thru,
looking fine.
9/14/18
No punishment without reward, sorrow over death.
Only your own meets you halfway, morning blurring promises in
An aftermath of the long hiatus, letting your adages cool.
Is this a document or did you make it up?
Frozen water on Mars is the smoking gun.
Another question
Of where should I hurt?
Once and be done.
Only your own meets you halfway, morning blurring promises in
An aftermath of the long hiatus, letting your adages cool.
Is this a document or did you make it up?
Frozen water on Mars is the smoking gun.
Another question
Of where should I hurt?
Once and be done.
The door to the exchange was left ajar.
Fizzy purviews haunting harbingers that hang around from The Inferno. Quantum waves beat our eyes off. Don’t you care structured improvisation vibrates thru personal diaries (volumes) over time? I’m chatting up my repressed side to save you from all our early decisions. The charge is to pass / not fail to remember our nonironic ignorance.
Fizzy purviews haunting harbingers that hang around from The Inferno. Quantum waves beat our eyes off. Don’t you care structured improvisation vibrates thru personal diaries (volumes) over time? I’m chatting up my repressed side to save you from all our early decisions. The charge is to pass / not fail to remember our nonironic ignorance.
154: I’m sick from love, disarming my love god once asleep; I’m diseased, too hot a votary for you.
I’m sick to vow a life of heart-inflaming desire never touching you..
Trompe l’oeil conditions I now know approximate maiden
hand abstractions.. (tripping by..
each note taken up hot as a brand) ..and so well inflaming we grow
mind and body worship by your side, truth un-quenched, a general idea to warm us, bathing you in a healthful belief system. Or do
we prove a chaste remedy never cools, but heats hearts for perpetual cure?
I’m sick to vow a life of heart-inflaming desire never touching you..
Trompe l’oeil conditions I now know approximate maiden
hand abstractions.. (tripping by..
each note taken up hot as a brand) ..and so well inflaming we grow
mind and body worship by your side, truth un-quenched, a general idea to warm us, bathing you in a healthful belief system. Or do
we prove a chaste remedy never cools, but heats hearts for perpetual cure?
9/13/18
108: Admit you miss smoking, drinking boy.
You miss that first drag. Have you heard,
Taking other lovers you become multilingual.
The smoke tows you in its stride, in its spirit
Among the underemployed in hyper décor —
Your glass half full. Your hair’s on the brink.
Your eyes fill with fresh manpower.
Counting no old thing old,
Stay informal in no time,
Stay new so to speak..
I’m yours, I merit you’re mine —
What now to register?
Stop waving that grape drink.
You miss that first drag. Have you heard,
Taking other lovers you become multilingual.
The smoke tows you in its stride, in its spirit
Among the underemployed in hyper décor —
Your glass half full. Your hair’s on the brink.
Your eyes fill with fresh manpower.
Counting no old thing old,
Stay informal in no time,
Stay new so to speak..
I’m yours, I merit you’re mine —
What now to register?
Stop waving that grape drink.
— I see your potential; can’t wait to be huge. Time is temporary; eternity
Later .. it’s not much.
Get your share,
knocking love-moments down with small talk, unscripted, unpredictable.
But there are standards.
Shined asides.
Pick the bests of show to set the timeframe for a prize bowl,
Really a vase,
Set it, let sunlight pitch in its foam, infer
Poetry goes thru many drafts.
Later .. it’s not much.
Get your share,
knocking love-moments down with small talk, unscripted, unpredictable.
But there are standards.
Shined asides.
Pick the bests of show to set the timeframe for a prize bowl,
Really a vase,
Set it, let sunlight pitch in its foam, infer
Poetry goes thru many drafts.
In descending order of indefensibility...
(a) Poetics is democracy.
Evasion in poetics, as in prose, foregrounds style, motive — subjects for close attention. (They have tied me to a tree.)
(b) Friendship is a job (like writing) and, more elevated, craft (writing despite the signs). To illustrate, job is to craft as field praxis to theory kicking a signing agency when the signer is down. Don’t get me wrong I think free speech is nominal. I’m for it and against impingement. What tree? There’s no workaround to the observer influencing the observed except later, so much later. (Signing in hilarious light.)
(a) Poetics is democracy.
Evasion in poetics, as in prose, foregrounds style, motive — subjects for close attention. (They have tied me to a tree.)
(b) Friendship is a job (like writing) and, more elevated, craft (writing despite the signs). To illustrate, job is to craft as field praxis to theory kicking a signing agency when the signer is down. Don’t get me wrong I think free speech is nominal. I’m for it and against impingement. What tree? There’s no workaround to the observer influencing the observed except later, so much later. (Signing in hilarious light.)
9/12/18
What do we mean ‘quest’?
Each year corrupts the ultra-field, infatuated mostly with active measures. The elders have rules. Stay funny and comfortable is one.
Another is also fancy, more or less fun. Insert handkerchief. Shave twice a week. Does your dad look selfless to see you slung in the eyes of other men?
What can we do without sleeping around in our measured subculture? Serve meaning with omission thru science and art for all.
Last, best, fair in gay love. Then I wanted to ask you about immaculate being, rondure and cold feet. That’s dashing on to allegory, the one they call Stepping Up, Acquisitive Quest Giving Ourselves, Keeping Ourselves.
Each year corrupts the ultra-field, infatuated mostly with active measures. The elders have rules. Stay funny and comfortable is one.
Another is also fancy, more or less fun. Insert handkerchief. Shave twice a week. Does your dad look selfless to see you slung in the eyes of other men?
What can we do without sleeping around in our measured subculture? Serve meaning with omission thru science and art for all.
Last, best, fair in gay love. Then I wanted to ask you about immaculate being, rondure and cold feet. That’s dashing on to allegory, the one they call Stepping Up, Acquisitive Quest Giving Ourselves, Keeping Ourselves.
Sonnet 105: We express idolatry as science. Fair, kind, true.
Amazing to meet you as well as science, two, all in one. Two!
Amazing to touch your penumbra, feel influenced by funky themes, o many songs. Lawyers
Define pleasure you communicated thru love to last a lifetime.
Take care, and take your time;
likewise, inspire small talk between you
while keeping your sum of sums under surveillance. You
look good together.
Amazing to meet you as well as science, two, all in one. Two!
Amazing to touch your penumbra, feel influenced by funky themes, o many songs. Lawyers
Define pleasure you communicated thru love to last a lifetime.
Take care, and take your time;
likewise, inspire small talk between you
while keeping your sum of sums under surveillance. You
look good together.
You sit languidly, the other side of the room. You’re locked in circumstance.
Your argument last night was great. You like to dwell publicly on crispnesses in whispers in the air. Not only that, you may already be a criminal laureate.
You underscore the single most meticulous details for me. You chill the sorbet and warm the surf insidiously. Your sleep is like a language recognized by flowers at evolutionary distances.
Mercury is wow! Mars.
Your argument last night was great. You like to dwell publicly on crispnesses in whispers in the air. Not only that, you may already be a criminal laureate.
You underscore the single most meticulous details for me. You chill the sorbet and warm the surf insidiously. Your sleep is like a language recognized by flowers at evolutionary distances.
Mercury is wow! Mars.
9/11/18
Free translation.
Beside the observation tower, here from which one can see in good weather far over the Baltic to Danemark, by the Forest House Hessen Stone lies. Previous foresters got their insensible blush withal from its sailors — sad I see — lords of life. From that foresters with salts on Hessen Stone glowed with barbarian misrule.
Today one can eat excellently on the spot and jazz friends come also.
Beside the observation tower, here from which one can see in good weather far over the Baltic to Danemark, by the Forest House Hessen Stone lies. Previous foresters got their insensible blush withal from its sailors — sad I see — lords of life. From that foresters with salts on Hessen Stone glowed with barbarian misrule.
Today one can eat excellently on the spot and jazz friends come also.
High on sandwiches.
Platypus, cough, the kiss —
Justice w/ passion, seltzer
foaming in mercury selenide... I told you these were blocking ideas.
I kept going, barefoot & outdoors
the tuba bits are detouring into surf & compact surfaces
— praise & the opposite grow acrostic, slightly rife
after doublecrosses. I grab my pen & clamber over to
your jet gate where you’re holding sound-
tracks w/ pulleys over aromas of civet & benzoin.
My fly is open. I feel overextended & we forget big words —
under whose thumb might this be? This decimal of a nook
is a stretch of dark matter — Careful! the glove-as-puppet is a transition error
while phys ed shifts one martial art at a time
into the present. Right, a physical affair is supported by steamy looks,
heat, & it promotes sea plankton. Bookmarks aren’t supported.
Platypus, cough, the kiss —
Justice w/ passion, seltzer
foaming in mercury selenide... I told you these were blocking ideas.
I kept going, barefoot & outdoors
the tuba bits are detouring into surf & compact surfaces
— praise & the opposite grow acrostic, slightly rife
after doublecrosses. I grab my pen & clamber over to
your jet gate where you’re holding sound-
tracks w/ pulleys over aromas of civet & benzoin.
My fly is open. I feel overextended & we forget big words —
under whose thumb might this be? This decimal of a nook
is a stretch of dark matter — Careful! the glove-as-puppet is a transition error
while phys ed shifts one martial art at a time
into the present. Right, a physical affair is supported by steamy looks,
heat, & it promotes sea plankton. Bookmarks aren’t supported.
104: You’re fair doing this, my friend. Etc.
I saw both of us stop dials, reset our actual pace. Still one..
..you and I may be deceived, turning toward the season’s
purebreds for fresher figures, good times and hot pricing, unless
deception or envy is perceived better.
Burn for me, friend. Hues balance details to your green motions.
Since.. I have seen shaken flares express fear and beauty in your eyes.
I eyed your figure before you were born
off perfumes of April standing as axioms for June and later — in cold pride
you’ve already processed.. stolen for future use.
You turn summer into spring, one’s first guided
tour — such a future is never old, never overdone.
I saw both of us stop dials, reset our actual pace. Still one..
..you and I may be deceived, turning toward the season’s
purebreds for fresher figures, good times and hot pricing, unless
deception or envy is perceived better.
Burn for me, friend. Hues balance details to your green motions.
Since.. I have seen shaken flares express fear and beauty in your eyes.
I eyed your figure before you were born
off perfumes of April standing as axioms for June and later — in cold pride
you’ve already processed.. stolen for future use.
You turn summer into spring, one’s first guided
tour — such a future is never old, never overdone.
You & I wonder about one summer’s eternal
possessions, oblivious buds, shade & a day
staying chaste .. it’s on the house.
Feels great out ahead until there’s a threshold.
In those same terms there’s too hot
a reliance on making out
Optimizing the center where death dies.
Vice or virtue will take more than a single changing course
through the ambiguities of code-switching, aping
to snatch life from time, breathing freely if we could see.
possessions, oblivious buds, shade & a day
staying chaste .. it’s on the house.
Feels great out ahead until there’s a threshold.
In those same terms there’s too hot
a reliance on making out
Optimizing the center where death dies.
Vice or virtue will take more than a single changing course
through the ambiguities of code-switching, aping
to snatch life from time, breathing freely if we could see.
I can’t make enough, cannot make it. I’m staying home.
I once said goal!
We can’t always keep gathering this way but we do.
New wilderness tracing a wistful landscape, hum-vacuumed, cuddling escalations in body movement, ledgers of age.
The lucky take the pain, live on then perish. More will, fudging abasement in clean restraint serving a purpose within supernumerary states of being (re-wombed).
I once said goal!
We can’t always keep gathering this way but we do.
New wilderness tracing a wistful landscape, hum-vacuumed, cuddling escalations in body movement, ledgers of age.
The lucky take the pain, live on then perish. More will, fudging abasement in clean restraint serving a purpose within supernumerary states of being (re-wombed).
9/10/18
It takes a while. Day by day. The way 23 hours ago the multiplicity of writing today took a while. Times itself: A brainset, no doubt, occupied .. & this just in — jokes turn into dreams. It’s dreams that forgive us for everything (except melancholia). That’s because multiplicities, ‘sleeping while awake,’ get downgraded to icy normality, farthest from sight, trapping you & me inside a force field owing to our expertise.
So there’s no lack of constancy in experimental states of mongrel forgery & the economic pull.
So there’s no lack of constancy in experimental states of mongrel forgery & the economic pull.
Sonnet 3: Now is the time.
Image & posterity aren’t everything. But they call you back. Same for dying. Stop Pisces & piscean disdain. Face to face
Mark self-love as no fond option. Unearned. Yet thru windows seeming nearly your
Own age April will renew another golden time that forms
Single light flows, now “Could you be more specific, autumn viewer?”
Fair, prime, all calling you back, repairing for you
Your face, ear, all forms of yours remembered.
Image & posterity aren’t everything. But they call you back. Same for dying. Stop Pisces & piscean disdain. Face to face
Mark self-love as no fond option. Unearned. Yet thru windows seeming nearly your
Own age April will renew another golden time that forms
Single light flows, now “Could you be more specific, autumn viewer?”
Fair, prime, all calling you back, repairing for you
Your face, ear, all forms of yours remembered.
There are faith that’s gone on and consequences. There comes an enrollment
point you caught your waxwork hologram in a partner’s eyes.
Ventriloquating is something.
No one’s favorite word yet — nice aftershave, Rene
..I got wind of it and put you in —
Can your artistic behavior be “copied” or even “cited” in any meaningful sense?
We have two arrays for time/money & harmony:
The ass comment — I know you meant juniper
within a philosophy (in movement thru spatial dimensions)
(& the aura of an assumed scent) forward!
Draft 14
point you caught your waxwork hologram in a partner’s eyes.
Ventriloquating is something.
No one’s favorite word yet — nice aftershave, Rene
..I got wind of it and put you in —
Can your artistic behavior be “copied” or even “cited” in any meaningful sense?
We have two arrays for time/money & harmony:
The ass comment — I know you meant juniper
within a philosophy (in movement thru spatial dimensions)
(& the aura of an assumed scent) forward!
Draft 14
Psychotropic bios diagnosed as bare truth-
Stratagems. Siphon starters. Add the rank
I confer on the next available beauty, living and perhaps dying with one
Until he goes broke — summarily I’m screwed of what beauty was.
I center then on perception (for another purpose), sustaining losses out of irony.
Stratagems. Siphon starters. Add the rank
I confer on the next available beauty, living and perhaps dying with one
Until he goes broke — summarily I’m screwed of what beauty was.
I center then on perception (for another purpose), sustaining losses out of irony.
9/9/18
Whom will we discover? How?
Do you both laugh? Per rules
& regs of sounding it out
it’s overdue.
You’re back in vertigo yay!
yielding authority with no proxy
Like a minimalist practicing karate high noon
: any of your remedy gets exaggerated for good :
What’s this the (x) about?
Without your knowledge you say yay. (For x!)
Do you both laugh? Per rules
& regs of sounding it out
it’s overdue.
You’re back in vertigo yay!
yielding authority with no proxy
Like a minimalist practicing karate high noon
: any of your remedy gets exaggerated for good :
What’s this the (x) about?
Without your knowledge you say yay. (For x!)
The sun maybe
Burning you, other brilliant dislocations TBA, expected. Alternate forms go
Beyond predicates fixated on loud procedures
But in their giddy case they look into a surfeit of space..
A sumptuous, soilless bond,
Angels — a happy title..
*
Maybe it’s only words, assembly, to quote you.
They are real actors, culminators, without our enzymes.
Burning you, other brilliant dislocations TBA, expected. Alternate forms go
Beyond predicates fixated on loud procedures
But in their giddy case they look into a surfeit of space..
A sumptuous, soilless bond,
Angels — a happy title..
*
Maybe it’s only words, assembly, to quote you.
They are real actors, culminators, without our enzymes.
97: Before apologizing, pre-winter is fantastic, like summer for wanton beginners, a civilizing pleasure messing up eternal categories, removed by you. Your absence offers waiting rooms (decoherence), libations & it supports how I feel from within. & speaking of the pure land, it’s freezing. Barely recognize the place.
I am lewd,
in a blink in my ‘true mind,’ stinting
claimant of photogenic vitamins to embellish the bleeding,
lacking historic truth tho settling in —
in a way — in a raincoat of moods.
Warm-bodied, visually queuing up.
So you get it now, assigning de facto completion thru catharsis
is no yes vending grafts about dualism —
Send in the marines with hand and finger gestures to boot
and never complete, never shaken in how they prolong dulling pleasure
but at higher altitudes.
claimant of photogenic vitamins to embellish the bleeding,
lacking historic truth tho settling in —
in a way — in a raincoat of moods.
Warm-bodied, visually queuing up.
So you get it now, assigning de facto completion thru catharsis
is no yes vending grafts about dualism —
Send in the marines with hand and finger gestures to boot
and never complete, never shaken in how they prolong dulling pleasure
but at higher altitudes.
9/8/18
Physicalism (neural brand continuity) adapts to schemes (thought control). Government, absent your liberty, is not that impregnable. As background, your charter is one colorful PROCESS shot. A lethal-to-pallid vassal group locksteps to your scent, you yourself clothed less formally, tame, save motives for eagerness. Prologue shadows.
And this is what I did not want to say.
There is product on the loose.
And this is what I did not want to say.
There is product on the loose.
The sun maybe
Burning you, other brilliant dislocations TBA, expected. Alternate forms go
Beyond predicates fixated on loud procedures
But in their giddy case they look into a surfeit of space..
A sumptuous, soilless bond,
Angels — a happy title..
*
Maybe it’s only words, assembly, to quote you.
They are real actors, culminators, without our enzymes.
Burning you, other brilliant dislocations TBA, expected. Alternate forms go
Beyond predicates fixated on loud procedures
But in their giddy case they look into a surfeit of space..
A sumptuous, soilless bond,
Angels — a happy title..
*
Maybe it’s only words, assembly, to quote you.
They are real actors, culminators, without our enzymes.
116: One’s {most-
Ly random swagger looks on marriage as a catch which alters one’s worth unknown to}
Staff who encourage sampling equipment —
Never coerced by marriage of stars or rosy forms, fixing this mark: Love is not love.
No one, nothing concentrates like love followed to its edge. That’s if I’m never hit by what I can feel
In the a.m. Then I believe you, I’m a fool no man ever loved...
But let me take our love’s musical temperature — wanderings of your true mind bear this out —
What are you and I fixing up? reaching a few heights in a few weeks, brief hours;
For others find soft alterations, removing they’re removed.
Love is no fool. Love goes off the boards like water lilies that kick off their boots while women rule,
Snipers crouch,
The end of lips and cheeks.
Ly random swagger looks on marriage as a catch which alters one’s worth unknown to}
Staff who encourage sampling equipment —
Never coerced by marriage of stars or rosy forms, fixing this mark: Love is not love.
No one, nothing concentrates like love followed to its edge. That’s if I’m never hit by what I can feel
In the a.m. Then I believe you, I’m a fool no man ever loved...
But let me take our love’s musical temperature — wanderings of your true mind bear this out —
What are you and I fixing up? reaching a few heights in a few weeks, brief hours;
For others find soft alterations, removing they’re removed.
Love is no fool. Love goes off the boards like water lilies that kick off their boots while women rule,
Snipers crouch,
The end of lips and cheeks.
Ode: I’m sleep. An only hill
I’ve been researching
Awake most nights:
A clean face in the morning − caped
W/ sounds. Sounds caped w/ light that’s the best.
Dogs and woods by the ocean
Together, like them and like us.
Can you dig the stillness? Can you keep an eye out, the ocean over.
Repeat this until approved.
I’ve been researching
Awake most nights:
A clean face in the morning − caped
W/ sounds. Sounds caped w/ light that’s the best.
Dogs and woods by the ocean
Together, like them and like us.
Can you dig the stillness? Can you keep an eye out, the ocean over.
Repeat this until approved.
9/7/18
What’s semiology? unless we find felicity to figure it out? laboring for invention?
No futures present newer phenomena — what older worlds once could say, new and interesting, difficult.
I have a tiny soft view of holding to their difficult path, a core harmony of former days, purring yet put aside. (One shared flame after another.)
No futures present newer phenomena — what older worlds once could say, new and interesting, difficult.
I have a tiny soft view of holding to their difficult path, a core harmony of former days, purring yet put aside. (One shared flame after another.)
Sonnet 10: We lodge now (in the presence of physics-oblivion)
a headless pedagogue hammering out Bo Diddley —
Sap repairing figureheads top speed. The murder option centered more per theorem.
Panning back fast to grant your audience more of yourself, your love to bear your beauty
tampering w/ thought experiments.. you love no one? Him.
We think not. It’s a regulatory equation = loving or hating him =
hating yourself feeding on non sequiturs as concepts,
sticking to what’s un-enclosed in nominal trivia to locate fresh paradox.
For you change your mind repeatedly enslaving romantic English so you can be taught
(for shame a conspiracy loved so long by such an impassive number, so many..) ..
a headless pedagogue hammering out Bo Diddley —
Sap repairing figureheads top speed. The murder option centered more per theorem.
Panning back fast to grant your audience more of yourself, your love to bear your beauty
tampering w/ thought experiments.. you love no one? Him.
We think not. It’s a regulatory equation = loving or hating him =
hating yourself feeding on non sequiturs as concepts,
sticking to what’s un-enclosed in nominal trivia to locate fresh paradox.
For you change your mind repeatedly enslaving romantic English so you can be taught
(for shame a conspiracy loved so long by such an impassive number, so many..) ..
Tattoos first, 2nd, his hair.
The plot leaves the door to irresolution ajar —
Guess what, the grabber is un-belted in segments like a sex rattle
spinning to take effect. It adds an all night ring to our narrative, id est,
the needle breathing hard, leaving the hole
open to mas irresolution
and topspin for picking up the dissolved thread.
The plot leaves the door to irresolution ajar —
Guess what, the grabber is un-belted in segments like a sex rattle
spinning to take effect. It adds an all night ring to our narrative, id est,
the needle breathing hard, leaving the hole
open to mas irresolution
and topspin for picking up the dissolved thread.
9/6/18
One enclosure without a pulpit, no dogma...
outdoor passages to enter then exit self sponsorship
spreading out in willful overloads of language design —
Skilled decor, de-simplified, or notional contracts
between science and who knew?
ironic technologies without precedent —
a corporate hold across manners and adaptations, restrained praxis
and hermetic syntax, all noun phrases.
outdoor passages to enter then exit self sponsorship
spreading out in willful overloads of language design —
Skilled decor, de-simplified, or notional contracts
between science and who knew?
ironic technologies without precedent —
a corporate hold across manners and adaptations, restrained praxis
and hermetic syntax, all noun phrases.
Sonnet 119: Software permeates adolescent philosophy. This madder hell points to asphalt perimeters, why error messages commit to structures (applying fears to hopes)
:
building up un-manacled distraction so amor in the head is amazing, far greater madder fever!
:
Some ways syzygy rounds this off in latinate — evil still made better — for amnesia’s fixed width, blessed never, rebuked to our heart’s content!
:
And ruined we kept losing, true, losing you .. spent, shaken tame.
:
building up un-manacled distraction so amor in the head is amazing, far greater madder fever!
:
Some ways syzygy rounds this off in latinate — evil still made better — for amnesia’s fixed width, blessed never, rebuked to our heart’s content!
:
And ruined we kept losing, true, losing you .. spent, shaken tame.
I am citizen physicist to an inner antecedent for shorthand deadpan.
Drowsiness may be my great escape or I may just walk it off, forgetting evolution never optimizes what you already think.
Your face, the trains I ride, it’s furthermore good. Even if you’re allergic and our staying casual definitely has the appearance of progress.
(The above interlude rules us both shifting variants.)
Drowsiness may be my great escape or I may just walk it off, forgetting evolution never optimizes what you already think.
Your face, the trains I ride, it’s furthermore good. Even if you’re allergic and our staying casual definitely has the appearance of progress.
(The above interlude rules us both shifting variants.)
Farewell, a king wanting sleep. A foot of sleet, mush, your estimate
From the royal window, eyebrow roughened.
My views are compatible with yours, that’s the idea, only
I’m leaving us in sleet all over
Outdoors for your extrication from delirium.
Tho like other inheritors you’re still a pebble mahogany,
Vulnerable in all good faith,
& all the bobwhites in Appalachia hush...
From the royal window, eyebrow roughened.
My views are compatible with yours, that’s the idea, only
I’m leaving us in sleet all over
Outdoors for your extrication from delirium.
Tho like other inheritors you’re still a pebble mahogany,
Vulnerable in all good faith,
& all the bobwhites in Appalachia hush...
9/5/18
In my illusion of minimalism, hammering steel,
I scored a first wormhole on schedule, a hell of time. The frayed entity, o
no, I should say the accretion settled down, humble salve
soon spread over us both, lost, scattered trying to remember and
Simply put, to understand now where early wounds from speech are
pronounced, which sort hits or fits, kind friend .... mimesis within nature,
uppermost.
How is sorrow possible, otherwise?
I scored a first wormhole on schedule, a hell of time. The frayed entity, o
no, I should say the accretion settled down, humble salve
soon spread over us both, lost, scattered trying to remember and
Simply put, to understand now where early wounds from speech are
pronounced, which sort hits or fits, kind friend .... mimesis within nature,
uppermost.
How is sorrow possible, otherwise?
Oil, vinegar, mistakes, which in religion ..
become defects in the emulsion. Well, pairs of prime numbers have different sapors, pots, odd sets, syrup-simple to complex, some devolving into a brawl, randomness, others’ chaos. Chaos as well as outs a game of self-similarities... can't make it out, call them alloys of function routing. I’ve highlighted this one, Apollonian male familiarity that will never feel safe, topped with a Mainline ranch dressing fabricked in aromas of surfboard polycarbonate.
become defects in the emulsion. Well, pairs of prime numbers have different sapors, pots, odd sets, syrup-simple to complex, some devolving into a brawl, randomness, others’ chaos. Chaos as well as outs a game of self-similarities... can't make it out, call them alloys of function routing. I’ve highlighted this one, Apollonian male familiarity that will never feel safe, topped with a Mainline ranch dressing fabricked in aromas of surfboard polycarbonate.
102: You’re the matter at hand merchandized within isomorphic rotations from green hues perpetual to earth.
You’re asking a lot.
Still our love was new.
Well, most of these “notes” are literal, based on trying to sit down [starting to sing] “Baby, you’re still the matter.”
The access air of inevitability around more advanced codes shattered. I hold my tongue. Shattered seemed inauthentic in the first mustache sense. You are more than sex. You’re holding me, the middle of the throat..
I kiss the air. This.
You’re asking a lot.
Still our love was new.
Well, most of these “notes” are literal, based on trying to sit down [starting to sing] “Baby, you’re still the matter.”
The access air of inevitability around more advanced codes shattered. I hold my tongue. Shattered seemed inauthentic in the first mustache sense. You are more than sex. You’re holding me, the middle of the throat..
I kiss the air. This.
9/4/18
Treatment.
We reach elements (at full sail) within the (verse) set where touch management is unleashed. But the scenery surges out of diagram while the crew chills.
There’s a dual nature of invertebrate anonymity that makes most of us disappear, a seeming pulling apart at the summitry of escape.
What’s semiology? My silence unrehearsed unless we’re in life to gnarl sparkle to figure it out?
Our power script then will be about reading, a traveled world, not sick of fear, of exercise, of birthing a slave, volunteering undressed — except for slacks —
We reach elements (at full sail) within the (verse) set where touch management is unleashed. But the scenery surges out of diagram while the crew chills.
There’s a dual nature of invertebrate anonymity that makes most of us disappear, a seeming pulling apart at the summitry of escape.
What’s semiology? My silence unrehearsed unless we’re in life to gnarl sparkle to figure it out?
Our power script then will be about reading, a traveled world, not sick of fear, of exercise, of birthing a slave, volunteering undressed — except for slacks —
13: Father or son, if you were yourself
you’d go up against big-eyed instincts.. So
hard
to get out of a paltry valise. We pirated the code.
I can’t say we did it willingly but with frantic determination.. any port in a storm
holds to the lease.
(Who lets it says so.)
When you were there.. your love held against a fall,
against death and bare winter cold, O dear...
Now we prepare against our love itself,
a mere semblance bearing no results. Here.
you’d go up against big-eyed instincts.. So
hard
to get out of a paltry valise. We pirated the code.
I can’t say we did it willingly but with frantic determination.. any port in a storm
holds to the lease.
(Who lets it says so.)
When you were there.. your love held against a fall,
against death and bare winter cold, O dear...
Now we prepare against our love itself,
a mere semblance bearing no results. Here.
The inscription reads you’re my business. This means the writing is clean, the continuity architecturally intact, mirrored in jumps for meantimes.
But calming down, there’s a dual rule of justice gone aground with a moral philosophy we won’t erase, a jittery appliance in the occipital lobe, active within the ‘human grain’ when touch management was unleashed.
I’m just commenting. Your forehead (pre-perpetuity) is boarded up still
the inscription reads you’re my business.
But calming down, there’s a dual rule of justice gone aground with a moral philosophy we won’t erase, a jittery appliance in the occipital lobe, active within the ‘human grain’ when touch management was unleashed.
I’m just commenting. Your forehead (pre-perpetuity) is boarded up still
the inscription reads you’re my business.
9/3/18
The gist in a slurry, plump, downy evanescing in an elevator. Up the slurry rises above affixes and notation. Helium released — pushed in reverse come fall — trees light up then darken amid writhing worms. Better to heal resentment buried in colossal Orpheus, the spontaneous summer of man. With his gift of sullen madness signing everything in burlap, compounded and upcoming in percussive isolation. An upshot.
128: How often the ear stands tacit partner confounded with sweet concord, which I know jacks about.
To be in concord, how often envy falls off, as tho changing acts — wiry but fluid motions for a living harvest:
Blushing to be tickled I kiss the tender inward of your hand that sways in and out,
Either side of my poor lips, more than nimble, blessed, tickled! so happy for your lips to kiss.
To be in concord, how often envy falls off, as tho changing acts — wiry but fluid motions for a living harvest:
Blushing to be tickled I kiss the tender inward of your hand that sways in and out,
Either side of my poor lips, more than nimble, blessed, tickled! so happy for your lips to kiss.
In evolution we have an i.d. crisis
when who knows I’m doing this
for our agenda? How near the teary top we crate
handiwork, cover it with a power tarp, draining it all of weight?
I could use another i.d. if any of the artistry touches either of us. Or any of ours.
I used to have a power dependency that’s reasonable to regret.
I think it’s polite to say ‘power,’ not ‘ostentatious pensiveness’ boggling handiwork for ours.
when who knows I’m doing this
for our agenda? How near the teary top we crate
handiwork, cover it with a power tarp, draining it all of weight?
I could use another i.d. if any of the artistry touches either of us. Or any of ours.
I used to have a power dependency that’s reasonable to regret.
I think it’s polite to say ‘power,’ not ‘ostentatious pensiveness’ boggling handiwork for ours.
It takes a while. Day by day. The way 23 hours ago the multiplicity of writing today took a while. Times itself: A brainset occupied, love to call .. this just in — jokes turn into dreams. It’s dreams that forgive us for everything (except melancholia). That’s because multiplicities, ‘sleeping while awake,’ get downgraded to icy normality, farthest from sight, trapping you and me inside a force field owing to our expertise.
So there’s no lack of constancy in experimental states of forgery and the mongrel pull.
So there’s no lack of constancy in experimental states of forgery and the mongrel pull.
We’re for a more open openness with plenty of recreation.
(Humanist discourse is indirect.)
I’m also out on the bluejeans end in my leftwing head where consensus flies around like the flu. (Harder to stay immune now.) There’s a glow in my argumentation like a red mountain avalanche of progressive tools and bots that fuck over the machine age.
I’m also out on the bluejeans end in my leftwing head where consensus flies around like the flu. (Harder to stay immune now.) There’s a glow in my argumentation like a red mountain avalanche of progressive tools and bots that fuck over the machine age.
9/2/18
The skinny review from last night avoids defining any parts obscure or complex.
Yet I admire 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 admire 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.
20: Like voices & solitary genius in the workplace (seaside, e.g.) — smart, amazing particles sleep it off in traffic, affecting shifting hues up to the rolled bridge lattice. On you
& by you, nature’s face is warm & bright. All hues, charged & painted brilliant to the eye. Purpose that’s stuffed with pleasure, not needing love, except when it comes altogether!
Thereupon we control our handiwork, less false than one’s life, almost like passion’s master-&-mistress gazing on as it grew.
& by you, nature’s face is warm & bright. All hues, charged & painted brilliant to the eye. Purpose that’s stuffed with pleasure, not needing love, except when it comes altogether!
Thereupon we control our handiwork, less false than one’s life, almost like passion’s master-&-mistress gazing on as it grew.
We could see from a solid distance, your rakish note to yourself, you mixed mediums .. no parochial shit.
We all have our own crowds that relish lyricism mounting a central stairway. Sour notes suggest quick detours and offsides. A couple of hours pass. There’s been vintage aversion within the pulsar, around a corner noise from sirens lifts up the galaxy. Sunshine starts to feel like a slap in the face.
Milling around is jammed.
We all have our own crowds that relish lyricism mounting a central stairway. Sour notes suggest quick detours and offsides. A couple of hours pass. There’s been vintage aversion within the pulsar, around a corner noise from sirens lifts up the galaxy. Sunshine starts to feel like a slap in the face.
Milling around is jammed.
Tattoos first, 2nd, his hair.
The plot leaves the door to irresolution ajar —
Guess what, the grabber is un-belted in segments like a sex rattle
spinning to take effect. It adds an all night ring to our narrative, id est,
the needle breathing hard, leaving the hole
open to mas irresolution
and topspin for picking up the dissolved thread.
The plot leaves the door to irresolution ajar —
Guess what, the grabber is un-belted in segments like a sex rattle
spinning to take effect. It adds an all night ring to our narrative, id est,
the needle breathing hard, leaving the hole
open to mas irresolution
and topspin for picking up the dissolved thread.
9/1/18
In my illusion of minimalism, hammering steel,
I scored a first wormhole on schedule, a hell of time. The frayed entity, o
no, I should say the accretion settled down, humble salve
soon spread over us both, lost, scattered trying to remember and
Simply put, to understand now where early wounds from speech are
pronounced, which sort hits or fits, kind friend .... mimesis within nature,
uppermost.
How is sorrow possible, otherwise?
I scored a first wormhole on schedule, a hell of time. The frayed entity, o
no, I should say the accretion settled down, humble salve
soon spread over us both, lost, scattered trying to remember and
Simply put, to understand now where early wounds from speech are
pronounced, which sort hits or fits, kind friend .... mimesis within nature,
uppermost.
How is sorrow possible, otherwise?
Politics & dignity of appearances don’t mix. The financial & party pacs are just kidding. Nothing personal. Trump is the sustained concussion version of civic charity thru animal chaos as vacuum... I also give a lily for what’s not available, a cabin in the launch for recondite sentiments, whinnying for pleasure. Or I cry when it ebbs.
Government is the emblem of an economy of duress.. South of Palm Beach.. I discredit everything from the engine without a message..
Government is the emblem of an economy of duress.. South of Palm Beach.. I discredit everything from the engine without a message..
On mortality,
I’m a big baby. That’s a big b, for clarified as black-and gold pelage, married and vulnerable, exploring reiterations of my own duality.
I’m alive feeling the swansdown of DNA. Soon I’ll be comically dead — that’s married to a triplicate database — sinking into forest behavior, giving up fish, emotionally shot .. devoted to background intelligence in seamless disproportionality.
I’m a big baby. That’s a big b, for clarified as black-and gold pelage, married and vulnerable, exploring reiterations of my own duality.
I’m alive feeling the swansdown of DNA. Soon I’ll be comically dead — that’s married to a triplicate database — sinking into forest behavior, giving up fish, emotionally shot .. devoted to background intelligence in seamless disproportionality.
144: You and I model language as living matter, two loves we have re-involving impulsive energy that courses through particles of appropriated wit and spirit, especially given appearances and language given itself. Still. Never in doubt, you and I may never directly tell of synthetic transmutation of fiendish intelligence if better anglels were just that, if poetry weren’t folk history of our subjugate pride and procedure.
Social progress is depressed, a big abnormal mess, a product of one’s time. It wins all the half-eaten take-out left on the table. 40% made of obdurate hardly-ever voters like you and me. And how long can one live folding up conversation, conjecture perpetually minimalist verging on filth and circumstance? Who isn’t one?
I’m late for my gown fitting, my bra weeping on the inside. Outside, I’m late,
Impetuous, from costive stock, unflappably happy, brusque.
I floated here while my toys were asleep. I voted for change.
Injecting their blood was just crazy but I won’t go off schedule.
Time now to stir toy fluids with a respondent gavel. Then back to the bench.
Judgment is a big puzzlement for suspects of natural selection.
Only the jury rises.
Impetuous, from costive stock, unflappably happy, brusque.
I floated here while my toys were asleep. I voted for change.
Injecting their blood was just crazy but I won’t go off schedule.
Time now to stir toy fluids with a respondent gavel. Then back to the bench.
Judgment is a big puzzlement for suspects of natural selection.
Only the jury rises.
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