4/2/25
I sleep all night, chastened by my agenda in a stoned vein. Like everyone else I’ve got business waiting and new places to run over. Tender sprouts green and with sweat, sill alive, pierced to the root by tamarisk and peyote flowers at table, ample liquor and song. The sweetness outside not wavering in rain to any rational depth, I’ve got bed then business in my crosshairs.
91: Who owns property, names, anything under formalism? Boasting of birth,
of skill, we grew up 20th century, years before joy in mega-wealth
became the measure for every day, as adjuncts measure it.
Some glory still of hawks or hounds, pride to a category of leisure. Yup. More? Your love is of more delight than dreams of pleasures
that can’t exist — here we go — our love zooms in value.
Love’s body force is better, richer, prouder, to the top!
You and I own one property having love, finding this joy above the rest.
of skill, we grew up 20th century, years before joy in mega-wealth
became the measure for every day, as adjuncts measure it.
Some glory still of hawks or hounds, pride to a category of leisure. Yup. More? Your love is of more delight than dreams of pleasures
that can’t exist — here we go — our love zooms in value.
Love’s body force is better, richer, prouder, to the top!
You and I own one property having love, finding this joy above the rest.
4/1/25
At speech therapy you wear wet marks under your shirt — there you go — sent,
Slotted for long scream divisions raising heads and
.. bright debate
Drawing boundaries along dark areas of youthful propaganda. And ..
Our dual-cosmos line of argument self-inflates as a weather injector, fouling the atmosphere into beigest colors, pebble and pale lucent rays.
At this point, colors burn up, each measurement raging over acres of matrices, giving more access to haystacks you call the multiverse, which looks most imprisoned now.
Slotted for long scream divisions raising heads and
.. bright debate
Drawing boundaries along dark areas of youthful propaganda. And ..
Our dual-cosmos line of argument self-inflates as a weather injector, fouling the atmosphere into beigest colors, pebble and pale lucent rays.
At this point, colors burn up, each measurement raging over acres of matrices, giving more access to haystacks you call the multiverse, which looks most imprisoned now.
3/31/25
I don’t know that much about you [hh.. ] but you remind me of someone
Who can recall profound formality taking shape not that far off, quelling torture.
Half a day goes by and
You are [hh..] unattainable,
Hypersensitive to chaos, a thing to uphold.
Pull over, [hic aside] this is serious.
Soft fear and recurring despair, the flip end to formalism ...
Who can recall profound formality taking shape not that far off, quelling torture.
Half a day goes by and
You are [hh..] unattainable,
Hypersensitive to chaos, a thing to uphold.
Pull over, [hic aside] this is serious.
Soft fear and recurring despair, the flip end to formalism ...
4: Unthrifty = extravagant; nothing = nothing.
To traffic in deception, record your writing. Take fast notes
.. and I’m being fra nk, beauty lent to you
will oppose given facts of previous loveliness gone unused —
a perplexed legacy taken outside why or what’s acceptable
to audit profit and thrift. I’m lending you
my saddle for your extrication from delirium ..
Love whom else? Is it largess for me or you to go free? In a coin flip, we
traffic with fog to bequest lilac-dark in the air
spending upon you and me
so great a denatured octagonal gloom
by our own natures, sum of sums, we must take our notes alone.
To traffic in deception, record your writing. Take fast notes
.. and I’m being fra nk, beauty lent to you
will oppose given facts of previous loveliness gone unused —
a perplexed legacy taken outside why or what’s acceptable
to audit profit and thrift. I’m lending you
my saddle for your extrication from delirium ..
Love whom else? Is it largess for me or you to go free? In a coin flip, we
traffic with fog to bequest lilac-dark in the air
spending upon you and me
so great a denatured octagonal gloom
by our own natures, sum of sums, we must take our notes alone.
Beating rhythms in a voice for a glassy town of convoluted propaganda, repro-ed in fingered pigments.
With handbrush and oils you can throw dirt over the charged ecology — easier to pick up, stop feeding and dis-embrace after the climate hangs up.
Go on, as a corollary. Tell us about your reading in propositional aesthetics (debunked by snotty affiliates who you think are like you but aren’t in the least).
Jumping in, our best bout staff, shifted or fired, come to work anyway.
With handbrush and oils you can throw dirt over the charged ecology — easier to pick up, stop feeding and dis-embrace after the climate hangs up.
Go on, as a corollary. Tell us about your reading in propositional aesthetics (debunked by snotty affiliates who you think are like you but aren’t in the least).
Jumping in, our best bout staff, shifted or fired, come to work anyway.
3/30/25
Attention.
As you advance, there are four surveillance cultures from which to plagiarize a response, while downloads become more complex, building on what’s been edited out of the record.
Is that all you’re having for dinner? Explanations that transform?
One will need a simpler download for individual agency on the descent. There’s no humor in discretion. No wind in your hair makes us sick.
As you advance, there are four surveillance cultures from which to plagiarize a response, while downloads become more complex, building on what’s been edited out of the record.
Is that all you’re having for dinner? Explanations that transform?
One will need a simpler download for individual agency on the descent. There’s no humor in discretion. No wind in your hair makes us sick.
3/29/25
Athens is the cradle of alpha reality,
Hip, stolid, ordered smooth, unruffled for the taking.
I got married however without knowing the side effects.
The light darkens. I hate Greece.
It’s official, we’re its colony.
Ah, #136, latecomer to the cultural line, all time subservience.
(It’s not easy being special.)
Hip, stolid, ordered smooth, unruffled for the taking.
I got married however without knowing the side effects.
The light darkens. I hate Greece.
It’s official, we’re its colony.
Ah, #136, latecomer to the cultural line, all time subservience.
(It’s not easy being special.)
147: The impressive, impassive float seems to learn amour’s fever is a disease
as desire is death, unwelcome overnight:
“The float is radiant, jammed with wares,”
had we anticipated, not long ago, “but no, had I been
eloquent as to the radiant as well as to the sickly, the bright
— we’d need no captions.”
Mad, a lover’s discourse throughout anticipated that very base point, past cure, past care ..
Why does reason leave now when there’s one move to go?
Tho vainly expressed, longing is still well fed by our appetite to please.
as desire is death, unwelcome overnight:
“The float is radiant, jammed with wares,”
had we anticipated, not long ago, “but no, had I been
eloquent as to the radiant as well as to the sickly, the bright
— we’d need no captions.”
Mad, a lover’s discourse throughout anticipated that very base point, past cure, past care ..
Why does reason leave now when there’s one move to go?
Tho vainly expressed, longing is still well fed by our appetite to please.
3/28/25
Sonnet 26: My life is charged by your respect. A merit so great
I don’t sleep much, but I'm given an exemption, I hope.
My thought is tattered, then naked but mostly fair.
Dear you,
I send you this. Finer aspects lacking for a good generalist’s conceit... I’m wanting words to show I am barely half a wit. My writing addresses ... this itself deliberately to look made up, to look as if we need a hand skipping dinner, combing through jabs and moving high and low pressure points peeled back from getting our tenuous, jutting fingers into and under the interstate that brings us home.
I don’t think driving in my mind can be boasted of only moving from point to point but it’s great I don’t worry it gets easier, better.
Un-reproved, how I love you. I do.
I don’t sleep much, but I'm given an exemption, I hope.
My thought is tattered, then naked but mostly fair.
Dear you,
I send you this. Finer aspects lacking for a good generalist’s conceit... I’m wanting words to show I am barely half a wit. My writing addresses ... this itself deliberately to look made up, to look as if we need a hand skipping dinner, combing through jabs and moving high and low pressure points peeled back from getting our tenuous, jutting fingers into and under the interstate that brings us home.
I don’t think driving in my mind can be boasted of only moving from point to point but it’s great I don’t worry it gets easier, better.
Un-reproved, how I love you. I do.
3/27/25
A disheartening work pile supposes its completion. A muse speaks up, tho, in dialog enhancer
mode, increasing the volume a good amount.
We have to stop adjusting the margins for your low, meadow voice...
for giving up missing your skin
...a good amount ... speaking of meaning?
That would be as far as I get
with you so solid a wonder, ending our aversion to near infinity.
mode, increasing the volume a good amount.
We have to stop adjusting the margins for your low, meadow voice...
for giving up missing your skin
...a good amount ... speaking of meaning?
That would be as far as I get
with you so solid a wonder, ending our aversion to near infinity.
3/26/25
Note: It’s impossible to separate understatement from early programmed utterance; both are newborn in an admissible sense, pitch. So that’s how pretending v coming close can be felt, my sovereign.
Next, an inevitable database advances to burn out your swing — try living on meeting death half-way hapless (and deceitful), sensing value contingent. Warning: The underground minimizes special-purpose thinking within a dominant tribal identity or trance. The opium is waiting. What comes first on a bender is calm to recover and / or replace each close-to-noble escape route on ahead.
Next, an inevitable database advances to burn out your swing — try living on meeting death half-way hapless (and deceitful), sensing value contingent. Warning: The underground minimizes special-purpose thinking within a dominant tribal identity or trance. The opium is waiting. What comes first on a bender is calm to recover and / or replace each close-to-noble escape route on ahead.
107: Even tho you can’t concentrate, you’re in a balmy place, well..
A place I’ve never been before. You’re dreaming on things to come.
You look fresh. You have on your eyeliner again.
I like what you’re hoping to proclaim this time.
Down with tyrants, their crests and tombs.
No sad augurs, fewer uncertainties.
Suppose forfeiting doom, suppose
Peace with no death and personal rights, dreaming endlessly.
A place I’ve never been before. You’re dreaming on things to come.
You look fresh. You have on your eyeliner again.
I like what you’re hoping to proclaim this time.
Down with tyrants, their crests and tombs.
No sad augurs, fewer uncertainties.
Suppose forfeiting doom, suppose
Peace with no death and personal rights, dreaming endlessly.
3/25/25
To be a stronger critic I went to a dark place with you (universal reach).
You gave me hiccups back then, up to floor six. Now, years in the future, my senses are restored. An unoccupied mind long overdue.
And I’m back in my vertigo seat, reading over and writing disciplined boilerplate, fond of mnemonics. Why worry over explanation?
To explain is to run up against narrative: actually a proxy measurement, one affected by all other expressions of interest over future time.
As the future holds, I’m lying about the lies we’re telling.
You gave me hiccups back then, up to floor six. Now, years in the future, my senses are restored. An unoccupied mind long overdue.
And I’m back in my vertigo seat, reading over and writing disciplined boilerplate, fond of mnemonics. Why worry over explanation?
To explain is to run up against narrative: actually a proxy measurement, one affected by all other expressions of interest over future time.
As the future holds, I’m lying about the lies we’re telling.
Sonnet 26: My life is charged by your respect. A merit so great
I don’t sleep much, but I'm given an exemption, I hope.
My thought is tottered, all naked but mostly fair.
Dear you,
I send you this. Finer aspects lacking for a good generalist’s conceit... I’m wanting words to show I am barely half a wit. My writing addresses itself deliberately to look made up, to look as if we need a hand skipping dinner, combing through jabs and moving high and low pressure points peeled back from getting our tenuous, jutting fingers into and under the interstate that brings us home.
I don’t think driving in my mind can be boasted of only moving from point to point but it’s great I don’t worry it gets easier, better.
Un-reproved, how I love you. I do.
I don’t sleep much, but I'm given an exemption, I hope.
My thought is tottered, all naked but mostly fair.
Dear you,
I send you this. Finer aspects lacking for a good generalist’s conceit... I’m wanting words to show I am barely half a wit. My writing addresses itself deliberately to look made up, to look as if we need a hand skipping dinner, combing through jabs and moving high and low pressure points peeled back from getting our tenuous, jutting fingers into and under the interstate that brings us home.
I don’t think driving in my mind can be boasted of only moving from point to point but it’s great I don’t worry it gets easier, better.
Un-reproved, how I love you. I do.
3/24/25
The air is sawed off, wishy and doing better. We were dangerous, once.
Smooth rhetoric is purely blur. It’s too late to make it sparse. Now we’re appalled. Even our restraint is razed for its own sake.
We could see from a solid distance, your rakish notes to yourself, you mixed mediums .. no shit. None of mine.
As I understand it the exact second you insert the first-person, rotary forces of moral density will drill several meters down underground, a strafed, ethical spectacle falling into proverbial and natural coherence like a case of mumps, something you never saw and you never will, you gestalt freak.
Smooth rhetoric is purely blur. It’s too late to make it sparse. Now we’re appalled. Even our restraint is razed for its own sake.
We could see from a solid distance, your rakish notes to yourself, you mixed mediums .. no shit. None of mine.
As I understand it the exact second you insert the first-person, rotary forces of moral density will drill several meters down underground, a strafed, ethical spectacle falling into proverbial and natural coherence like a case of mumps, something you never saw and you never will, you gestalt freak.
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