tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40498822024-03-19T04:35:45.200-07:00pantaloons:Jack Kimball Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comBlogger21843125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-78847422225856731482024-03-19T03:00:00.001-07:002024-03-19T03:00:00.158-07:00We just saw (a few feet minutes from now, however) <br>
your address changed. We could have done it differently before <br>
you discovered the user charts; the parent company was yours even before you took over.
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You’re not going to be delirious are you? <br>
Just for a patch of language..? go<font color= CEECF5 ><font size=+3>od</font></font> for you — <br>
taking me from sleep where I rewrite chain letters you refuse to answer... <br> <br>
Good for you!Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-59875323929013811422024-03-18T16:00:00.001-07:002024-03-18T16:05:47.068-07:00Then. This is a formlet of propositions. Like digital vinyl or handshake web painting. Or prayer warriors that are non-contagious.
Then I stumble over the “highbrow posturing” and “chin-stroking art crowd” noted by Nate Harrison. Harrison chronicles how names such as the Winstons whose original drum sequence, the Amen Break, from the 1960s has been copied over decades, sampled by 80s hip hoppers, and those samples diced and re-arranged by jungle-djs in the 90s. By the late 90s, dicing / re-arranging might be pushed to extremes, undanceable “fetishisizations” for chin-strokers — Harri<font size=+4>so</font>n cites Squarepusher, for instance.
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I surely wish you didn’t invite tradespeople over to the house.Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-61481221098007265562024-03-18T10:00:00.000-07:002024-03-18T10:00:00.143-07:00What is curious style? <br><br>
There’s a cool but thoroughly staged oral tradition that’s like trail mix, so rhetorically honey-sealed and narratively palatable anyone with a few years of good high school English has in. Its clear long jumps and pull-ups in tone signify irony and distance about avid prep and galley stainless. The gestalt is to flare up yet relax a while, stay urbanely offhand and sound normal, not superior in any overt way. I’ve been saving a few hours for you. <font color= F5BCA9 ><font size=+3>Do</font></font> hang on. Dig in.
Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-74432705173710793322024-03-18T09:00:00.001-07:002024-03-18T09:00:00.156-07:00102: You’re the matter at hand merchandized within rotations from green hues perpetual to earth. <br> <br>
You’re asking a lot. <br> <br>
Still our love is new. <br>
Well, most of these “notes” are literal, based on trying to sit down [starting to sing] “B<font color= F8E0E6 ><font size=+3>aby</font></font>, you’re still the matter.” <br> <br>
The access air of inevitability around more advanced codes shattered. I hold my tongue. Shattered seemed inauthentic in a merchandised sense. You are more than a song of sex. You’re holding me, the middle of the throat.. <br> <br>
I kiss the air. This. Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-33224985671760495222024-03-18T07:00:00.000-07:002024-03-18T07:00:00.145-07:00<img src="http://www.fauxpress.com/i/10/c/j48.jpg">Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-87846658920246243392024-03-18T03:00:00.001-07:002024-03-18T03:00:00.245-07:00Over the spring and summer construction advances. <br>
Uncivil also true, summer advances, supreme over the construction. <br>
Everybody <font size=+3>goes!</font> <br>
... inevitably constructivist and supremacist impulses are joined. Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-23918406076827033112024-03-17T16:00:00.001-07:002024-03-17T16:00:00.139-07:00Here’s one’s take on getting back together. It’s one part <br>
to tensive healing (a method) stitched to transparency (washes of shadow) <br>
& aspected by hedges, mostly. To go on shifting subjects <br>
— I whisper to you, falling myself for recovery — <br>
panicked a zillion light seconds soon — too late thinking literally <br>
in compliance w/ odds off bets already placed... where<font color= F8E0E6 ><font size=+4>in </font></font> <br>
chants, conflicts w/ breakfast, proverbial laughs, even laughs: <br> <br>
Nobody totally killed it. The bonuses were not reneged-on. It’s <br>
not that large an irony tho the freehold repaired to is offered only in over there or ‘thereabouts’ patterns...Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-54192646726933923932024-03-17T10:00:00.000-07:002024-03-17T10:00:00.143-07:00It’s up to future officials to unpack Zen’s base ironies. Where are they now, let’s see... I’m not picking up any .. acoustics. Where I am, they don’t hook up to supplies flowing ou<font color= FECF6CE ><font size=+4>t s</font></font>ince they make love too much — so and because every irony wants to stay on a comfort-slope, to live well too, too well and staying relaxed can lull you into a slippery tranquility. <br><br>
This’s Zen-not-Zen up to when?Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-61387703583778498322024-03-17T09:00:00.001-07:002024-03-17T09:00:00.130-07:0076: In flight, the framework is told on telling. <br>
How can verse expend tribute? How spent? Why?
<br> <br>
This café, I think, is going to try to answer that & help the rain stop falling on our wet skin. <br>
I know the framework around my notes craves attention, t<font color= CEECF5 ><font size=+3>hat</font></font>’s why I always write to you. <br>
Why I finish a stretch and new and old lines get confused, showing their new birth.<br> <br>
Fuse the way they<br>
Continue as light rain clears. My argument.Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-78865900335530272972024-03-17T07:00:00.000-07:002024-03-17T07:00:00.365-07:00<img src="http://www.fauxpress.com/i/10/c/j44.jpg">Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-15959933056880357992024-03-17T03:00:00.001-07:002024-03-17T03:00:00.132-07:00A poem is.. <br>
Does it matter a fe<font color= F5F6CE ><font size=+4>w mi</font></font>nutes ago I learnt to write (if not well). <br>
To tap on the keys and wander out above our welcome in a retrospective..
<br> <br>
Again there’s no title because nowhere <br>
Are my thoughts so hidden in use. <br> <br>
It’s a contraption. But that’s required.Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-59727628593547803822024-03-16T16:00:00.000-07:002024-03-16T16:00:00.134-07:00My soul’s on break, thinking in a style of leased boats,
Obsequious, sharpened, very<br> <br>
Few motifs — the wash of light might be exaggerated. <br>
I need you to wander on (some language aerie). <br>
At least our calls’re in the ar<font color= F5DA81 ><font size=+3>ea...</font></font> <br>
‘holding each other open’ formatting our interpretive devices to <br>
Moan on the boat surface. <br> <br>
There may be many areas...Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-50669099417656797172024-03-16T10:00:00.001-07:002024-03-16T10:00:00.137-07:00Waking up, hay-feverish, stuffed-up nonphysical servings <br>
st<font color=FACC2E><font size=+4>and</font></font>ing off <br>from having hay fever as a backdrop — nothing <br>
hidden, nothing. <br>
<font color= CEECF5 ><font size=+3>W</font></font>e leverage our last minute or two deeply missing you. There you are! Nothing<br>
to explain ignition inside a more collaborative framework..
<br> <br>
Adoring you as a full service enterprise assumes a moral politics where clouds of electrons follow us into a manner of simple orbit.Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-73835354291071205862024-03-16T09:00:00.001-07:002024-03-16T10:16:54.079-07:0080: ...cross-pollination of English and psychology wracks up a revitalizing boundless deep. I’ll assume you suspect I feint when I wrote this. Situationists use the shallowest fare and re-chart it onto subterranean literature. When I write about you, I’m in worthless sympathy, humbled and worse, tongue-tied while I try a couple of poses —<font color= F8E0E6 ><font size=+4>Ha</font></font> — there are great benefits spent by proud, broad-minded recruits afloat, ocean wide! Wouldn’t you know they are in an infinite series in the history of fame and naval bavardage. (Or from another angle they are the series — teasers as well as the teased but goodly proud, cast away.) Ha.Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-7387647941366211842024-03-16T07:00:00.000-07:002024-03-16T07:00:00.132-07:00<img src="http://www.fauxpress.com/i/10/c/j36.jpg">Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-28728719129087760822024-03-16T03:00:00.001-07:002024-03-16T03:00:00.129-07:00Back home we have Romulus a<font color=cccccc><font size=+4>nd</font></font> Remus. Appetite and style — <br>
these guys work the night shift thru classicism, romanticism too. Appetite <br>
includes style but style directs taste, other pretenses of appetite. <br>
A she wolf looks after style.
<br> <br>
I never use that word now. Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-138286217087680752024-03-15T16:00:00.001-07:002024-03-15T16:00:00.148-07:00Wool flowers <br>
Are harsh.
<br> <br>
Ducks flying down <br>
Splash some roots..
<br>
They are fla<font color=f2f2f2><font size=+4>tt</font></font>ened grey <br>
Popping on mauve
<br> <br>
As kennel light <br>
fences the barks
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Yet impassioned so <br> Nowhere
<br> <br>
Wind-<br>
In-tent-flap sounds.
<br> <br>
I count 9 windows in the dark. <br>
Here.Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-71445876920787041922024-03-15T10:00:00.000-07:002024-03-15T10:00:00.153-07:00The tallest paintings remeasure your height. <br> <br> Painting ideas. <br> <br> You had heard critics for hire eat accelerated paintings stretched onto canvases of different sides, gloomy jigsaws, severed threads, sticky placards in paint that’s a full view emaciated into planes of junk, splendor, restoring emptiness. <br>
<font color= FECF6CE ><font size=+4>Pai</font></font>nting double quotes. Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-43866487644203861672024-03-15T09:00:00.003-07:002024-03-15T09:00:00.135-07:0031: You remind me of lovers gone. A morning crew, weathermen <br>
Waving arms in endearing hidden patterns over their forecasts — <br>
This was their 1st stab at tan<font color= EFF5FB ><font size=+4>tri</font></font>cs, due many now. <br>
They merited love trophies — yours alone now, all yours.<br>
You have all of mine.
<br> <br>
My tears buried viewing you. They’re inside you, <br>
Removed, disguised as glare hung from all-in loving you.Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-41512548136324150132024-03-15T07:00:00.000-07:002024-03-15T07:00:00.151-07:00<img src="http://www.fauxpress.com/i/10/c/j24a.jpg">Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-66717981425056404542024-03-15T04:21:00.000-07:002024-03-15T04:21:45.562-07:00Walking thru <font color=F6E3CE><font size=+3>pa</font></font>nes of sunlight — <br>
how many hours are we talking? <br> <br>
Fog over my hair. <br>
Big-eyed instincts? <br> <br>
Nothing new. A feeling continues you write until you drop ... <br>
a feeling from in here buried below all the animation. <br> <br>
The half that’s not familiar but we’d like to pull off, <br>
replacing that half with stripping down, not talking.
<br> <br>
Speaking of you, with you, I like walking, being <br>
charmed and not worrying about what passes through me. <br>
You, me, of course, are an expansive subset of charm, trinkets I believe.Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-26162015833995019712024-03-14T16:00:00.001-07:002024-03-14T16:00:00.150-07:00You and I go over the graphemes. I also was thinking it’s hard for us to get foreign sports equipment or a new license without indices of suspicion and objurgating.
<br>
If you agree, I’m happiest procrastinating. We’ll have a plea<font color= F5F6CE ><font size=+4>san</font></font>t sencha. It strengthens our attention for doing so little. <br> <br>
Random influences could fill in our cancelled checks. Filling in on stretched hills, cute and cuter butterflies having at butterflies, why?Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-51445594417936890222024-03-14T10:00:00.000-07:002024-03-14T10:00:00.136-07:00I’ve been on a nihilism binge; this is while I’m doing only one thing at one time on a crazed errand-stream to a structuralist’s degree. <br> <br>
I won’t cry when it becomes...
<br> <br>
Greyhound hurling on seesaw but feels fine, <br>
Any footage balances when pushed, so it’s <br>
Bingeing is no ot so entertaining or serene. A maelstrom lights <br>
Up the foreground, no questions asked. <br>
Pit Bull sits tangled in tree w/leash & kites. <br>
Corgi spinning in <font color= F5DA81 ><font size=+3>wa</font></font>shing <font color=ECF6CE><font size=+4>ma</font></font>chine, a hairy fox. <br>
I’ll trade you all the noise in my hands, still shaking — scared of leaving you among the spoils.. <br> <br>
Being scared is a tradeoff, my trade. In the din hostility shuts the door 24/7 on indisputable birdsong. It’s a good thing for stopping messengers’ tears as the door to nihilism leads to the rescue of children and all it contains, all I could have told you.Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-57045348251107754022024-03-14T09:00:00.001-07:002024-03-14T09:00:00.130-07:00126: Don’t talk with your mouth full, fair one. Process self-disrupts into phrases and withering thought substitutes, fickle subcomponents and stiff, <font color= F5F6CE ><font size=+4>gno</font></font>mic atmospheres to bring all accoutrement to terms, wanting, not waning, to <font color= 6E6E6E ><font size=+3>gro</font></font>w! Hold on, hold your lovers there, minutes in pleasure or more! And go on, keep to your purpose, even in power, lovelier.Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-17119882413278342932024-03-14T07:43:00.000-07:002024-03-15T04:26:02.173-07:00The tallest paintings remeasure your height. <br> <br> Painting ideas. <br> <br> You had heard critics for hire eat accelerated paintings stretched onto canvases of different sides, gloomy jigsaws, severed threads, sticky placards in paint that’s a full view emaciated into planes of junk, splendor, restoring emptiness. <br>
<font color= FECF6CE ><font size=+4>Pai</font></font>nting double quotes. Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.com