Mobs and their terms of justice, um, I’m ..
Am thinking of some upgrade. For anything more cautionary and uncool we’ll have to shop politics further or some alternative interpretive search worked up into a deep steam of exploitative intros to enmity and death —

Combustion and dust spores filling avenues becoming identical, your honor. People borrow shelter in ice cream convenience stores, then bolt for the subway, running with asinine language (you can’t call it dialog). Ugly apartments. Life-draining clothes. New affections. Highly recommended. 

We can’t compress enough or too much, even if we were one people at one time. We also is I. This is how a toy psyche researches more conscientiously touching on an endearing intolerance in translation — living to read and reread pain extending to your one body one time.  A glistening index ‘of us’ advances thru living coordinates within a dominant identity tracing out how to refine / displace our contempt.  Most of the Marxist-self reaches irony here:   We are hooded folk deploying pneumatic hammers of misnomers.  Eating and breathing them too.

Full employment. Fully refrained.
We like new taps on the shoulder in a way when they leave imprints. Like how I graduated from this shame, a ceaseless point

in the going battle between the sexes? (The rich won.)

Can you place our names? Or I’ll trade you. I have a canoe I use for an alter-ego, asides and decorative indeterminacy. With various hats, I reached out to anticipating franchised mind control as disingenuous.

I don’t get what you want, teacher
— our lives are directionless without a group, a clan?  
     
The telling problem with engineered simplicity,  
You annoy others (doctored homepages.. I’m telling..).  
 
I don’t mean rampage in a civil sense,  
I mean surgically knocking other chanters  
Off, throwing knives, wrecking them  
From the inside, slicing up!  
 
I was kidding I’m not religious.

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.

Can we straddle the sorting divide between convention & unattenuated sense-making?
Every Harvey Keitel film substantiates you may have a gun, you could be reaching to get a gun, or you could just be, in essence, fronting.

Hail, love, I was in hell with you
Having seen again all the mud we throw.

We’re not living there now; it’s too far to drive, leaving us out drenched to the waist, hanging down on the roadwalk looking a little ‘filmed over.’
The now is? I don’t know where it went or was. I wonder if we’ll show up there.
These questions are battered about.

I’m a conservative about behavior. That’s before I spray on your fragrance —  
 
A calm never resolved —  
because we’re only one muppet and one marine  
reigning over Proustian project boards, cost curves, our endless waves of shame. 

for Rene
Heedless and highly egotistical —
Two good words. And too,

The beautiful person deals in opinions on redeeming enterprises and I’ll —

Conquest contributes to a wonderful unanimous
Just unnerving enough atmosphere
— an image of while.