First drafts are escape,
Part brightness (with a pulse),
Part average improvisatory dare.
That’s good. So far.
Now draw the strings. OK
— what do you know!
You? I was sent in the mail,
Hard to shovel, soft to fall,
Colors of blue and pale red.
Meanwhile a reddish glow and
Watchmen warm our discussion.
Did I ever fall at all?
7/26/24
Don’t we have an elevator to take (to greet you)?
Gavel to gavel hours turning the page. Hours.
What we do converts personality to stunt-craft.
What we act out through open discourse... W. B. Yeats calls the bestial floor. Please,
have your way. Have your composite gods who do it for the masses.
(This soon after a last breath, is it safe to call on you O Yeats?) (Maybe not.)
Some of us are too disgraced to save
the day.
Though not all of us will defriend you now or any time. Now there is only commutation of friendship.
It’s natural, a picnic in the outback.
The wilds... on all fours, all floors. Hours.
Gavel to gavel hours turning the page. Hours.
What we do converts personality to stunt-craft.
What we act out through open discourse... W. B. Yeats calls the bestial floor. Please,
have your way. Have your composite gods who do it for the masses.
(This soon after a last breath, is it safe to call on you O Yeats?) (Maybe not.)
Some of us are too disgraced to save
the day.
Though not all of us will defriend you now or any time. Now there is only commutation of friendship.
It’s natural, a picnic in the outback.
The wilds... on all fours, all floors. Hours.
34: I have a base feeling of comfort in disruption. One point of a number that overtake me in a way —
Together, you and I define arcs of ironic repentance but worked out in a series of tearful disputes. Just so, we’re still cloaked in our losses. Loss of shame, loss of grief. A salve may heal my storm-beaten face but not the offending wind smudging our wounds into a double-cross of smoke and rotten smoke signals. Why?
It’s not enough I lose, ransomed to disgrace. I’m scared; as such no relief. Not yet. I don’t travel well in grief. I hide from your face even as it’s shedding dry tears, breaking promises, still breaking me.
7/25/24
Lastly, to break this down, I’m always explaining the place where I work.
Gateau what’s his name is done (i.e., delivered) in a tangle of foxglove as you and I de-meadow.
A company like ours takes it into the astrophysics facility.
We’re in the flat present tense, account outlines in simultaneous perceptions —
Reciting new slang exponents as we have no major novel issues,
Making wave sounds we scout flyweights in a recursive landscape.
Gateau what’s his name is done (i.e., delivered) in a tangle of foxglove as you and I de-meadow.
A company like ours takes it into the astrophysics facility.
We’re in the flat present tense, account outlines in simultaneous perceptions —
Reciting new slang exponents as we have no major novel issues,
Making wave sounds we scout flyweights in a recursive landscape.
Sonnet 7:
Outgoing at noon, attending on what? I’m not going out. I’m about getting on (mouthing off) with or without you. Just look how my sight’s scripted by high pitched infantile alienation, falling over you. Again. It’s not too late! New optimism apparently pays gifting you burning head. Another way we’re both blackmailed over there is nothing low, nothing sacred.
Outgoing at noon, attending on what? I’m not going out. I’m about getting on (mouthing off) with or without you. Just look how my sight’s scripted by high pitched infantile alienation, falling over you. Again. It’s not too late! New optimism apparently pays gifting you burning head. Another way we’re both blackmailed over there is nothing low, nothing sacred.
Copenhagen interpretation:
Our clearest models are you & a perfect sweep I can live by w/out being
as it were sequestered or bitterly charged for my own shortcomings
distended in harmony around some parts of sky
I understand as profuse clouds.
Understand like take in.
Huh? Is it fire? Up in sparks,
the moon made indispensable for smearing its light
that travels down in a tiered border-like scrawl?
Our clearest models are you & a perfect sweep I can live by w/out being
as it were sequestered or bitterly charged for my own shortcomings
distended in harmony around some parts of sky
I understand as profuse clouds.
Understand like take in.
Huh? Is it fire? Up in sparks,
the moon made indispensable for smearing its light
that travels down in a tiered border-like scrawl?
7/24/24
0) Nothing horrible, just horrible
1) both perceptions of opposites leveraged simultaneously
2) meaning one and more original than none
3) causing internal illogic along w/
4) passing out on an ashen chaise to bring you back to your senses, shouting
5) I love your idea and I repent only to appease you
6) my adages are first thought / we never rethink / yet we lose both death and life.
1) both perceptions of opposites leveraged simultaneously
2) meaning one and more original than none
3) causing internal illogic along w/
4) passing out on an ashen chaise to bring you back to your senses, shouting
5) I love your idea and I repent only to appease you
6) my adages are first thought / we never rethink / yet we lose both death and life.
We already have what we ask for.
Vainly but not fast in never induce italics:
We gave it up at the Office.
Driving home this point is hardly ever for the 1st time
disappearing into immense molecules like our other words, just molecules ago.
Sitting down delivers the good news, stateliness while steering already had its faint say. Now we can text and ‘drive’ over time and zeta functions mowing down hedgerows like highway dividers along an infinite axis.
Vainly but not fast in never induce italics:
We gave it up at the Office.
Driving home this point is hardly ever for the 1st time
disappearing into immense molecules like our other words, just molecules ago.
Sitting down delivers the good news, stateliness while steering already had its faint say. Now we can text and ‘drive’ over time and zeta functions mowing down hedgerows like highway dividers along an infinite axis.
121: A friend writes, assurance from dharma augments the sport of being & being extends
to reproach general evil and vile absence : I am & most humans are not that bad, not that adulterated
if we reckon our being accelerating just pleasures, and ok —
Quote, straight, rank feeling has a point & I see how others see it.
Count your own abuses, bevel-ers.
I may count on my thoughts, not others whose eyes seem false —
I think it good I maintain the human I am. End quote.
to reproach general evil and vile absence : I am & most humans are not that bad, not that adulterated
if we reckon our being accelerating just pleasures, and ok —
Quote, straight, rank feeling has a point & I see how others see it.
Count your own abuses, bevel-ers.
I may count on my thoughts, not others whose eyes seem false —
I think it good I maintain the human I am. End quote.
Caspar continues,
I’d rather not trouble you with my impressions of resource hoarding, so dependent on flow of daytime into night. Shades at midnight can ‘almost’ whisper faintly but I botch capturing even a fraction of their directive. My willingness to keep watch through the evening keeps up only to find your granting me permission to maintain my distance. I’ll let you go then. I knew you would understand.
I’d rather not trouble you with my impressions of resource hoarding, so dependent on flow of daytime into night. Shades at midnight can ‘almost’ whisper faintly but I botch capturing even a fraction of their directive. My willingness to keep watch through the evening keeps up only to find your granting me permission to maintain my distance. I’ll let you go then. I knew you would understand.
7/23/24
After you, a burst of daft tone substitutes for info.
Wait. There’s nothing.
I lower your voice to closest saturnal parity
plucked out of adversative brutality ..
Yet nothing is forbidden.
Finalists like you quit general practice — off to privacy
with little or no honor left, one laughed. And yet not you, your honor...
Summer’s actuaries record having a good time as vicarious, no
moving figures. (Vicarious isn’t strong enough.)
Inner, outer merge in our honor system, no shadows, o praise the light flow drawn
in odor and hue! After you.
Wait. There’s nothing.
I lower your voice to closest saturnal parity
plucked out of adversative brutality ..
Yet nothing is forbidden.
Finalists like you quit general practice — off to privacy
with little or no honor left, one laughed. And yet not you, your honor...
Summer’s actuaries record having a good time as vicarious, no
moving figures. (Vicarious isn’t strong enough.)
Inner, outer merge in our honor system, no shadows, o praise the light flow drawn
in odor and hue! After you.
55: A living record, a period sonnet doubts softness but addresses enmity — nor can we outlive this, against death, advancing slowly.
Not marble nor rhyme so move. Dropping my nor mood... the fun workout once was of a soul, a tone cucumber, a hue not seen here nor in Lyon.
So why am I dwelling on posterity like a warrior groom?
My own lover’s eyes shine brighter than all the color coming into the poem...
You and I find room in this prospect — oblivious, uninvited, I bring guests — death and memory, statues overturned. I...
Even now in our eyes, we find fire for wearing out memory’s velocity — ask (or shall I ask) shall I?
Nor wills posterity rest.
Not marble nor rhyme so move. Dropping my nor mood... the fun workout once was of a soul, a tone cucumber, a hue not seen here nor in Lyon.
So why am I dwelling on posterity like a warrior groom?
My own lover’s eyes shine brighter than all the color coming into the poem...
You and I find room in this prospect — oblivious, uninvited, I bring guests — death and memory, statues overturned. I...
Even now in our eyes, we find fire for wearing out memory’s velocity — ask (or shall I ask) shall I?
Nor wills posterity rest.
Whom will we discover? How?
Do you both laugh? Per rules,
regs of sounding it out
it’s overdue.
You’re back in vertigo
yielding authority with no proxy.
Like a minimalist practicing karate high noon
: any mote of your remedy gets exaggerated, desert marsh = a bespoke presence...
What’s this the (x) about?
You say yay (for x).
Do you both laugh? Per rules,
regs of sounding it out
it’s overdue.
You’re back in vertigo
yielding authority with no proxy.
Like a minimalist practicing karate high noon
: any mote of your remedy gets exaggerated, desert marsh = a bespoke presence...
What’s this the (x) about?
You say yay (for x).
7/22/24
How did Auden begin? Green song of ourselves...
The dumbfounded rush in when he’s around. It’s not their fault.
He has that look-for-it itch. Garish tulip brocaded w/ physics.
One presumes Auden’s elements are strung together out of capital’s desperation and a deeply ingrained will to dominate the known and unknown, much as technology takes on all comers...
From news daily, graphic measures of tragic-comedic obliteration.
All this time the dumb and dumbfounded are not so different.
How did Auden begin? Green song of ourselves...
The dumbfounded rush in when he’s around. It’s not their fault.
He has that look-for-it itch. Garish tulip brocaded w/ physics.
One presumes Auden’s elements are strung together out of capital’s desperation and a deeply ingrained will to dominate the known and unknown, much as technology takes on all comers...
From news daily, graphic measures of tragic-comedic obliteration.
All this time the dumb and dumbfounded are not so different.
How did Auden begin? Green song of ourselves...
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 totality of economic pull.
So there’s no lack of constancy in experimental states of mongrel forgery & the totality of economic pull.
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.
En route to the dogs, there’s the apocalypse within; pushing deeply.
Our lot’s in a hurry.
No future arouses chaotic phenomena rooting for any singularity ahead until there is no threshold. Matter persists, no dissonance, no disruption, a new status quo: perpetual and vital amid meanderings that are ordered appearances gone dormant, nearly, or running off with fresh incentives for a frontier in more unboundedness, optics unravelled in dissolving attitudes behind all the good times forward.
Our lot’s in a hurry.
No future arouses chaotic phenomena rooting for any singularity ahead until there is no threshold. Matter persists, no dissonance, no disruption, a new status quo: perpetual and vital amid meanderings that are ordered appearances gone dormant, nearly, or running off with fresh incentives for a frontier in more unboundedness, optics unravelled in dissolving attitudes behind all the good times forward.
7/21/24
What’s curious style?
Engineered simplicity holds tho
Taken whole:
“Give in, dig it.”
(There’s a new policy to highlight deletions.)
I’m waving on a wave’s behalf,
Taken your lead. Word processing wind-in-tent-flap sounds
All the time in staggering prose!
Tomorrow I’ll
Tap out more deletions I forgot to close —
Engineered simplicity holds tho
Taken whole:
“Give in, dig it.”
(There’s a new policy to highlight deletions.)
I’m waving on a wave’s behalf,
Taken your lead. Word processing wind-in-tent-flap sounds
All the time in staggering prose!
Tomorrow I’ll
Tap out more deletions I forgot to close —
A social progressive is today’s depressed comedian, a big abnormal mess, product of one’s time. He or she wins all the half-eaten take-out left on the table. 40% 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?
141: Heart to heart:
I’m dating other members while we go thru systems — I love you.
I say it thru my eyes.
Our speech acts and faux pas aside, in spite of foolish tunes, no pain, no taste, there’s always
desire.. it’s self-invited within faith. It’s inside us like sin. We’ve gone
over this. But I’m dissuaded of less tender feelings by you alone.
And most of your views look great as text — I promised my five senses more, as your proud heart’s slave ...
Thus far — my gain — I am solely yours, unswayed by slaphappy-proof likenesses to-be, I love you
pleased, delighted, you only.
I’m dating other members while we go thru systems — I love you.
I say it thru my eyes.
Our speech acts and faux pas aside, in spite of foolish tunes, no pain, no taste, there’s always
desire.. it’s self-invited within faith. It’s inside us like sin. We’ve gone
over this. But I’m dissuaded of less tender feelings by you alone.
And most of your views look great as text — I promised my five senses more, as your proud heart’s slave ...
Thus far — my gain — I am solely yours, unswayed by slaphappy-proof likenesses to-be, I love you
pleased, delighted, you only.
The seasons like before are morally exigent, shivering in a synthetic valence, coming back, never.
Their thoughts praised us for our purpose —
Scribes were 1st to jot this down — who shall hanker after whom.
Like before, seasons work outdoors among diamondbacks. If you don’t believe me ask them.
In the change-up old seasons are repurposed having lost to conceptual deflation and impassioned stratagems. Add the rank
I confer on the notably next available beauty, living in the future,
because that’s how beauty works.
Their thoughts praised us for our purpose —
Scribes were 1st to jot this down — who shall hanker after whom.
Like before, seasons work outdoors among diamondbacks. If you don’t believe me ask them.
In the change-up old seasons are repurposed having lost to conceptual deflation and impassioned stratagems. Add the rank
I confer on the notably next available beauty, living in the future,
because that’s how beauty works.
7/20/24
An outline of foreign service starts at once, as its top ashes flow upwards, looking sketchy as well as appealing to broad tastes. I hope all are happy. Don’t be sad. Bag a good one.
A foreign friend flicks on the sunlamp
to countermine zooms.
Her neck and collarbone are burning
to show their softness. Her hair seems partible
emitting an innocence that lasts.
That’s an outline.
A foreign friend flicks on the sunlamp
to countermine zooms.
Her neck and collarbone are burning
to show their softness. Her hair seems partible
emitting an innocence that lasts.
That’s an outline.
Spacetime.
Totally never-in, our keyless Platonism won’t stand up as practice /
not while evangelic angles of light conscientiously make a big deal taking us home.
Vaccinated, I have a merciless itch.. just what is this collapsed satori we travel into?
Quote: Passing the “casting
of cities,” thinking past us — end quote.
I’m never sure. I’m still a novice,
numb to knowing what time of conscience is.
Totally never-in, our keyless Platonism won’t stand up as practice /
not while evangelic angles of light conscientiously make a big deal taking us home.
Vaccinated, I have a merciless itch.. just what is this collapsed satori we travel into?
Quote: Passing the “casting
of cities,” thinking past us — end quote.
I’m never sure. I’m still a novice,
numb to knowing what time of conscience is.
41: An abstract, pretty temptation below gentle laughter: Ay,
Beauty for your years .. Ah Y.
Ah blizzard.
Together, you and I follow a twofold point of wooing / forced absence, but I’m not that far from following your lead and therefore, like you, assailed. Y. Dating youth is tantamount to body snatching, another point. Tempting but false equivalence even there: Y. We chide the other’s choice — where this follows I cannot lead, leaving me in a riot of liberty where you are.
Beauty for your years .. Ah Y.
Ah blizzard.
Together, you and I follow a twofold point of wooing / forced absence, but I’m not that far from following your lead and therefore, like you, assailed. Y. Dating youth is tantamount to body snatching, another point. Tempting but false equivalence even there: Y. We chide the other’s choice — where this follows I cannot lead, leaving me in a riot of liberty where you are.
The status quo models verse as living matter re-involved with impulsive energy coursing around flecks of appropriated ideas, especially when it comes to appearances, tones and language use itself. I might call this artful transmutation of intelligence if it were just that, if poetry weren’t a history of folk enslaved to procedure.
7/19/24
Meredith Monk’s Falling causes injury. ‘Intimation, insinuation, deep innuendo.
Perhaps glissandos.
Perhaps on lavish nights, like this, it’s what you eat.’
Boo hoo. Obsessive intimidation...
Not quite a change we readily see, a string conjecture (sleeping thru zoom meets, maybe)
W/out inference, compressed from an AI “fount” of contradictions:
One answer is a question, Why gestate palpable beauty
In a way that feels like games?
Perhaps glissandos.
Perhaps on lavish nights, like this, it’s what you eat.’
Boo hoo. Obsessive intimidation...
Not quite a change we readily see, a string conjecture (sleeping thru zoom meets, maybe)
W/out inference, compressed from an AI “fount” of contradictions:
One answer is a question, Why gestate palpable beauty
In a way that feels like games?
What’s semiology? unless we’re in life to gnarl all that sparkle to figure it out? laboring for invention?
No futures present new phenomena — what older worlds once could say —
I have a tiny soft view of holding to their path, a core harmony of former days, purring yet put aside. (Other chords after another.)
No futures present new phenomena — what older worlds once could say —
I have a tiny soft view of holding to their path, a core harmony of former days, purring yet put aside. (Other chords after another.)
106: In love, a practice of counterclockwise seems like not much at all, only sustained focus, innovation of hand, foot, lips, of eye, of brow, nowhere expressing all your beauty ...
Nope.
From the outside the sky hints of hinges, bolted prophesies that you master
— all right, I lose. I’ll open in complete command of nothing, no skill to praise you.
I can’t waste time — we’re tethered here. Mostly.
For love we’ll ingest all of you, prefiguring present day,
inflating while we info dive, I could say
exhaling descriptors
w/ eyes to wonder on the full worth of your beauty making beauty.
Nope.
From the outside the sky hints of hinges, bolted prophesies that you master
— all right, I lose. I’ll open in complete command of nothing, no skill to praise you.
I can’t waste time — we’re tethered here. Mostly.
For love we’ll ingest all of you, prefiguring present day,
inflating while we info dive, I could say
exhaling descriptors
w/ eyes to wonder on the full worth of your beauty making beauty.
The vulnerable and maligned muses were not held enough as children growing up on a moonscape of beaks. Ever notice? Certainly I wasn’t. Now I have to make excuses for friends of mine buried below their own livelihoods without heirs.
They’re donning synthetics, and only half familiar, and just too intense, plundering the transport of their ambience.
Hands up.
There’s a beyond just passed an easy show of hands
beyond orgasm overdue an hour ago (one mild altercation took it
into a shade of de-constraining tease).
A heyday of hands.
They’re donning synthetics, and only half familiar, and just too intense, plundering the transport of their ambience.
Hands up.
There’s a beyond just passed an easy show of hands
beyond orgasm overdue an hour ago (one mild altercation took it
into a shade of de-constraining tease).
A heyday of hands.
7/18/24
Your bromide is familiar. Let me text this. You’re gaining attention for the wrong infinite reasons, dummkopf. Stay where you are. Exploit the familiar, even an inkling. Glow fast.
The cosmos is unwilling to go far, now or later, this way or that — what we inhabit is neither a stoner planet nor merely a plywood-and-particulates object flown in time (w/ fewer and fewer court intrigues).
There’s so much history.
Shadow sensory awareness, a chosen medium.
Flowers are em-poisoned by design, grateful astrochemists oozin’ adrenaline
for the audience, saboteurs of the heart.
The cosmos is unwilling to go far, now or later, this way or that — what we inhabit is neither a stoner planet nor merely a plywood-and-particulates object flown in time (w/ fewer and fewer court intrigues).
There’s so much history.
Shadow sensory awareness, a chosen medium.
Flowers are em-poisoned by design, grateful astrochemists oozin’ adrenaline
for the audience, saboteurs of the heart.
92: To my love in constant revolt, stealing away...
Our life together won’t work. I’m almost happy, I guess. Love pours a 120 proof — intramural scars, a heightened blush, and hard labor. Staying power we dread the most, having had your love — now... what’s a fair question? ...is there another, more thoughtful stage to live through?
Depends on you and me, always. Yet I find lifetime love is formally difficult and, o oops... I just heard others happy to die are on fire.
Happy to die! — do we take their place?
Our life together won’t work. I’m almost happy, I guess. Love pours a 120 proof — intramural scars, a heightened blush, and hard labor. Staying power we dread the most, having had your love — now... what’s a fair question? ...is there another, more thoughtful stage to live through?
Depends on you and me, always. Yet I find lifetime love is formally difficult and, o oops... I just heard others happy to die are on fire.
Happy to die! — do we take their place?
Traffic turns reflect the city. Off work,
Making a turn, heads in the clouds is too liberal. Head guards are way up. I keep going.
Why make so much of political origin here? Only a few bird enthusiasts left and / or is it their fragile ambiguity?
The answer will be payload we’ll steer home.
Before that, how will corollaries threaten an antecedant on so and so page?
There’s dumb honor, still, mining homilies and off-color
-ness, imitating / exercising our chops on the evening drive.
Making a turn, heads in the clouds is too liberal. Head guards are way up. I keep going.
Why make so much of political origin here? Only a few bird enthusiasts left and / or is it their fragile ambiguity?
The answer will be payload we’ll steer home.
Before that, how will corollaries threaten an antecedant on so and so page?
There’s dumb honor, still, mining homilies and off-color
-ness, imitating / exercising our chops on the evening drive.
7/17/24
I don’t know that much about you, but you remind me of someone
relaxed as meringue shaking this neap vapor.
The imbued billiance recalls profound formality taking shape not that far away or far off,
quelling fear. Half a day goes by and still you resurface,
rustling rain from within. Splashing, you are unattainable.
You are hypersensitive to chaos, a thing to uphold.
relaxed as meringue shaking this neap vapor.
The imbued billiance recalls profound formality taking shape not that far away or far off,
quelling fear. Half a day goes by and still you resurface,
rustling rain from within. Splashing, you are unattainable.
You are hypersensitive to chaos, a thing to uphold.
Sonnet 10: We lodge now (holding evidence of physics-oblivion)
like headless pedagogues hammering out Bo Diddley —
Sap repairing top figureheads top speed. The murder option more centered per theorem.
Panning back fast to grant your audience your evident presence, the love you bear — as your beauty grew
beloved of many. But tampering w/ these modern thought experiments.. you love no one? Not me or him?
We think not. It’s a regulatory equation = hating him =
ruining yourself feeding on non sequiturs as kind-hearted concepts (only a few
repairable through nominal trivia and fresh paradox).
For you change your mind repeatedly. Your changes of heart, so many — ruinously, murderously possessing English poetry so you can be taught .. (a disgrace — a conspiracy partaken in by such impassive numbers for centuries, all of us.. ) So many!
like headless pedagogues hammering out Bo Diddley —
Sap repairing top figureheads top speed. The murder option more centered per theorem.
Panning back fast to grant your audience your evident presence, the love you bear — as your beauty grew
beloved of many. But tampering w/ these modern thought experiments.. you love no one? Not me or him?
We think not. It’s a regulatory equation = hating him =
ruining yourself feeding on non sequiturs as kind-hearted concepts (only a few
repairable through nominal trivia and fresh paradox).
For you change your mind repeatedly. Your changes of heart, so many — ruinously, murderously possessing English poetry so you can be taught .. (a disgrace — a conspiracy partaken in by such impassive numbers for centuries, all of us.. ) So many!
Nice, brushed off the immense highway.
A moth / its one rule for flight is mostly uniform.
That is mostly a stmpede for a bolt out of cloth.
Never defined by dressage (quantum mechanics).
Wind angles down, shaken nice.
It was nice
That changed a lot.
The questions are mostly the same,
Em, I’ve misplaced em.
A moth / its one rule for flight is mostly uniform.
That is mostly a stmpede for a bolt out of cloth.
Never defined by dressage (quantum mechanics).
Wind angles down, shaken nice.
It was nice
That changed a lot.
The questions are mostly the same,
Em, I’ve misplaced em.
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