70: I don’t blame you. Much.
Alone in your ‘kingdom’ flying backwards. You’re facing the street, passing it... A science fiction flushed hollow, cankers along with buds look prime outside and you’re still passing thru, unstained by ambush, adhering neatly to nothing, just passing. Yet suspects’ approval always ornaments tacit impurities of state. Heaven’s sweet hush.
Who are they who might envy you? Slanderers, even wooers — and such charged discourse! Don’t hold it in. Talk to me, shatter me, touch.
9/16/24
To a spiritual father in the future,
Deal with our failures.
The ruddiness of brown shingles looks right at us.
A house down the street, the “sadly” restored one —
If you lit a fire there, for real, and wrote it down,
Our faces would limn how today is going.
Writing forced to the surface for an earthly face off.
Deal with our failures.
The ruddiness of brown shingles looks right at us.
A house down the street, the “sadly” restored one —
If you lit a fire there, for real, and wrote it down,
Our faces would limn how today is going.
Writing forced to the surface for an earthly face off.
9/15/24
To a spiritual father in the future,
Deal with our failures.
The ruddiness of brown shingles looks right at us.
A house down the street, the “sadly” restored one —
If you lit a fire there, for real, and wrote it down,
Our faces would limn how today is going.
Writing forced to the surface for an earthly face off.
Deal with our failures.
The ruddiness of brown shingles looks right at us.
A house down the street, the “sadly” restored one —
If you lit a fire there, for real, and wrote it down,
Our faces would limn how today is going.
Writing forced to the surface for an earthly face off.
62: No remedy surmounts heaven where detachment was trimmed. Swimming there uproots a whole series, bright, tanned & then defined by sympathetic parody & praise, indeed, contrary to less gracious remedies.
We have functional emotions, I think, grounded by self-love & this choppy word list of love’s close affects. Also, there’s a hint of possessed falsetto. Shields up. I’m reading the last place you are … you’re open wide, here in my heart. Shifting from heaven’s iniquity to self-query, you & I read you!
We have functional emotions, I think, grounded by self-love & this choppy word list of love’s close affects. Also, there’s a hint of possessed falsetto. Shields up. I’m reading the last place you are … you’re open wide, here in my heart. Shifting from heaven’s iniquity to self-query, you & I read you!
Having only a sec, you never know the glutton that needs you.
Someday tho the fragile male coloration returns as a feminine force with tinctures and inaudible signs from a long history of decision making, preparing us for more retrospective behavior, more implicative speech and strict anger management.
It’s a blabbing amateur that needs you — until
his time is up.
Someday tho the fragile male coloration returns as a feminine force with tinctures and inaudible signs from a long history of decision making, preparing us for more retrospective behavior, more implicative speech and strict anger management.
It’s a blabbing amateur that needs you — until
his time is up.
9/14/24
If every frontal move forward were interrupted, we’d never get back to bed.
This is a transparency first to seeing speech as transparent. (‘This’
is a relative of frontal opportunism. “It is.”) When you’re young
clemency is rampant in meaning maybe.
Maybe not as opaque.
Ok. I hear voices in the kitchen. My thoughts freeze in a total makeover
as all ‘this’ recedes — putting “it is” back, mockingly — heading back w/ nothing.
This is a transparency first to seeing speech as transparent. (‘This’
is a relative of frontal opportunism. “It is.”) When you’re young
clemency is rampant in meaning maybe.
Maybe not as opaque.
Ok. I hear voices in the kitchen. My thoughts freeze in a total makeover
as all ‘this’ recedes — putting “it is” back, mockingly — heading back w/ nothing.
62: No remedy surmounts heaven where detachment was trimmed. Swimming there uproots a whole series, bright, tanned & then defined by sympathetic parody & praise, indeed, contrary to less gracious remedies.
We have functional emotions, I think, grounded by self-love & this choppy word list of love’s close affects. Also, there’s a hint of possessed shrill. Shields up. I’m reading the last place you are ... you’re open wide, here in my heart. Shifting from heaven’s iniquity to self-query, you & I read you!
We have functional emotions, I think, grounded by self-love & this choppy word list of love’s close affects. Also, there’s a hint of possessed shrill. Shields up. I’m reading the last place you are ... you’re open wide, here in my heart. Shifting from heaven’s iniquity to self-query, you & I read you!
It’s pie for you now to set yourself free through what you don’t know — that takes a kind of unfinished aplomb, needing practice and achieved overviews. Your verbatim relishes living among a slew of lucky design ideas orphaned to an alien auhenticity, busted out of place, in the wrong skin and age.
(Welcome home.)
(Welcome home.)
9/13/24
9: No form of you
Felt anything but used, average.. a spent, destructive sort, blandness also a problem.
Your world consumed less with guilt for political experience / current status / winning outright =
Hey here I am! Staying married, single you and I may change our minds!
I already forgot to.
Could ..ah! you and I are loved by many. I’ll commit, in sleep ...
We are watched over and settled into a kindly already new shifting
Still enjoying practice, wailing, banging triangles and drums ...
Your private voice as wet as many eyes we can sleep with. Look.
I wake [Ah!] — My own voice a bit hoarse
..a life talking with you,
But no spec of you tonight.
Felt anything but used, average.. a spent, destructive sort, blandness also a problem.
Your world consumed less with guilt for political experience / current status / winning outright =
Hey here I am! Staying married, single you and I may change our minds!
I already forgot to.
Could ..ah! you and I are loved by many. I’ll commit, in sleep ...
We are watched over and settled into a kindly already new shifting
Still enjoying practice, wailing, banging triangles and drums ...
Your private voice as wet as many eyes we can sleep with. Look.
I wake [Ah!] — My own voice a bit hoarse
..a life talking with you,
But no spec of you tonight.
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, on a bender. What comes next 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, on a bender. What comes next is calm to recover and / or replace each close-to-noble escape route on ahead.
9/12/24
Dark stamina turns out a soulful lab mix of you and me. The further we go on
Descriptors peel away, earning extra penumbrae with trace synonyms.
What a night. No problem
Expunging the storied narrative and
Ordinary one-in-a-million stuff that appears normal, believable.
Then that
Rolling out of bed far off across
You and yours, just dreaming it up
putting you in mind of an imminent photo realism.
Descriptors peel away, earning extra penumbrae with trace synonyms.
What a night. No problem
Expunging the storied narrative and
Ordinary one-in-a-million stuff that appears normal, believable.
Then that
Rolling out of bed far off across
You and yours, just dreaming it up
putting you in mind of an imminent photo realism.
87: Sodajerks. Their stock was luminous. Once adding
a noun phrase furthered ambition (we’re sure any goal was theirs), amusing
vim shaken out from the inside. Each jerk had a skeleton curse, after all; the lot growing
fewer over time. (Youth — not occupation, no greater riches, nor better judgment — remains the determinate object of love.) An emotional matter
language models for 3 dimensional firewalls while waking you
then not knowing you. You jerk.
a noun phrase furthered ambition (we’re sure any goal was theirs), amusing
vim shaken out from the inside. Each jerk had a skeleton curse, after all; the lot growing
fewer over time. (Youth — not occupation, no greater riches, nor better judgment — remains the determinate object of love.) An emotional matter
language models for 3 dimensional firewalls while waking you
then not knowing you. You jerk.
9/11/24
We blame birds’ beaks trumpeting
stemming the tide, ruining our own rails.
Also our headboard with no utility, other than hooks.
Sing: can we cut to the creation?
Then a chorus becomes plural en scene where our fiction holds.
So if darkness “must take a wider horizon of use,” why not be kind to the top actors? Who would tell?
Astronomical and infinitesimal sums of matter compelling our work that front-loads knowledge construction (to reform poetry), quite a remote number of quiet spaces and good times, fed and oppressed by day, by night, off and on.
stemming the tide, ruining our own rails.
Also our headboard with no utility, other than hooks.
Sing: can we cut to the creation?
Then a chorus becomes plural en scene where our fiction holds.
So if darkness “must take a wider horizon of use,” why not be kind to the top actors? Who would tell?
Astronomical and infinitesimal sums of matter compelling our work that front-loads knowledge construction (to reform poetry), quite a remote number of quiet spaces and good times, fed and oppressed by day, by night, off and on.
137: Love is a blind fool among the true and false. You never see what they see. You’re wide awake thinking this through until a subfocus gets lost. You can’t see, you grow accustomed, so to speak, directly oblique : but pointedly there’s no one name escalated or united w/ the width of what beauty is! And where it lies!
Bon équilibre, someone else can choke (and in a common language at that), one a 2nd person, your “someone else,” comprehends. What do you say? Why falsehood, tell me, speak to the wide world where several are over-partial to my judgment. Why should my heart do anything?
Yet I give up my weak words thinking they seem right, hack at reasons to try for more with the grit of fairer and fouler understatement, neither the worst or best..um...
And you know, that’s what’s wrong then. Over-partial over you I too can’t see what the world sees..
Bon équilibre, someone else can choke (and in a common language at that), one a 2nd person, your “someone else,” comprehends. What do you say? Why falsehood, tell me, speak to the wide world where several are over-partial to my judgment. Why should my heart do anything?
Yet I give up my weak words thinking they seem right, hack at reasons to try for more with the grit of fairer and fouler understatement, neither the worst or best..um...
And you know, that’s what’s wrong then. Over-partial over you I too can’t see what the world sees..
Diffuse claims from the storm-injured outer sky, yet
during the break we reached the claims officer. Big
thick crazy eyebrows, a swelling voice, easier than the rest.
Planet Earth has been coined Taoist hell. Coinage ringed with grassy estates where men with money like you and the c.o. can tiptoe or fall further. If you invite me... Tag, you’re it, absorbed in my desire to sleep with anybody great.
during the break we reached the claims officer. Big
thick crazy eyebrows, a swelling voice, easier than the rest.
Planet Earth has been coined Taoist hell. Coinage ringed with grassy estates where men with money like you and the c.o. can tiptoe or fall further. If you invite me... Tag, you’re it, absorbed in my desire to sleep with anybody great.
9/10/24
Ridiculed by sycophants & inferiors, RM Rilke talked to whom?
I rank his output very high, filled in with Teutonic expressionism
off the scale, 9 plus or more to exaggerate
(if I could, hmm).
Duino. No lacunae needed, Rilke’s asyntacity sets an extreme standard atop
maximally tall orders, looking down over his sprawling,
immersive, dark & smoky project-for-good, I say 10 or higher.
— Empress Eugenie
I rank his output very high, filled in with Teutonic expressionism
off the scale, 9 plus or more to exaggerate
(if I could, hmm).
Duino. No lacunae needed, Rilke’s asyntacity sets an extreme standard atop
maximally tall orders, looking down over his sprawling,
immersive, dark & smoky project-for-good, I say 10 or higher.
— Empress Eugenie
80: ...cross-pollination of English and psychology wracks up a revitalizing boundless deep. I’ll assume you suspect I faint when writing this. Situationists use the shallowest fare (as fact) and re-chart it onto subterranean lit. When I write about you, I’m in worthless sympathy, humbled and worse, tongue-tied while I try a couple of poses — ha — there are great, pure 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, all teasers and the teased but goodly proud, cast away.) ha
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 shoveling the drive
as a voiceover to operate prophesies of doom humanely,
stacking pessimistic ideas like alembic tubes that mate
over magnets. Tubes lit with disentanglements.
No prayer in all directions.
The quartet’s on a formal mission; higher
up, the mission’s part scribble / disassociation.
I can hear Johnny shoveling the drive
as a voiceover to operate prophesies of doom humanely,
stacking pessimistic ideas like alembic tubes that mate
over magnets. Tubes lit with disentanglements.
No prayer in all directions.
9/9/24
Note: It’s impossible to separate understatement from early programmed utterance; both are newborn in an admissible pitch. So that’s how pretending v coming close can be felt, my sovereign.
Warning: The underground minimizes special-purpose thinking within a dominant tribal i.d. or trance. The opium is waiting, for a bender. What comes next is calm to recover and / or replace each close-to-noble escape route on ahead.
Warning: The underground minimizes special-purpose thinking within a dominant tribal i.d. or trance. The opium is waiting, for a bender. What comes next is calm to recover and / or replace each close-to-noble escape route on ahead.
76: In flight, the framework would be told on telling.
How can varsity expend their tribute? How spent? Why?
This café, I think, is going to answer that & help the weather from getting lost on me.
I know the framework of my notes craves attention, that’s why I always write of you.
Why I finish a stretch and new and old lines get confused, showing their new birth.
Fuse the way they
Continue as light rain. My argument.
How can varsity expend their tribute? How spent? Why?
This café, I think, is going to answer that & help the weather from getting lost on me.
I know the framework of my notes craves attention, that’s why I always write of you.
Why I finish a stretch and new and old lines get confused, showing their new birth.
Fuse the way they
Continue as light rain. My argument.
9/8/24
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, on a bender. What comes next 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, on a bender. What comes next is calm to recover and / or replace each close-to-noble escape route on ahead.
50: A hip cast of super angels strumming harps, an encore of Zeus Arrhenothelus
Bringing up larger journeys for the stretch and preen in vigilance onward —
So far the miles to me are measured from my friends and joy left behind.
I fall back tired, breathe while new cast members come on —
They are casually let go as they finish groaning bearing my weight.
Our joy restored at a slight remove from sharp pain and darkness in grief, putting this in mind,
Since we answer to manifold waves that weigh in:
Unprovoked, a heavy vacuum still.. you are far away while I am on my way at my travel’s end.
Bringing up larger journeys for the stretch and preen in vigilance onward —
So far the miles to me are measured from my friends and joy left behind.
I fall back tired, breathe while new cast members come on —
They are casually let go as they finish groaning bearing my weight.
Our joy restored at a slight remove from sharp pain and darkness in grief, putting this in mind,
Since we answer to manifold waves that weigh in:
Unprovoked, a heavy vacuum still.. you are far away while I am on my way at my travel’s end.
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 shoveling the drive
as a voiceover to operate prophesies of doom humanely,
stacking pessimistic ideas like alembic tubes that mate
over magnets. Tubes lit with disentanglements.
No prayer in all directions.
The quartet’s on a formal mission; higher
up, the mission’s part scribble / disassociation.
I can hear Johnny shoveling the drive
as a voiceover to operate prophesies of doom humanely,
stacking pessimistic ideas like alembic tubes that mate
over magnets. Tubes lit with disentanglements.
No prayer in all directions.
9/7/24
— Let’s be fair, the partnership was an accident, joining boosters of equity.
Runic, compared to language proceedings now.
It just snowballed until all frontiers on Earth were taken under one rule.
Our slogan has been restated: Bodies of formulae destroy discursive fruit until only style prevails.
(Yay..)
Runic, compared to language proceedings now.
It just snowballed until all frontiers on Earth were taken under one rule.
Our slogan has been restated: Bodies of formulae destroy discursive fruit until only style prevails.
(Yay..)
9/6/24
60: Sing: On a human landscape, time feeds on us and ants.
It’s unparalleled to the end.
Sing: this changing place, this pebbled
shore is in the repair shop because
it is the repair shop — as miles streak by...
We contend and confound — in the hands of light,
set on the rarity of natural youth and beauty.
Each changing place against such slim odds.
Almost the same as hopeless in a place of hope.
Yet younger guardians that follow grow tired of interruptions and self-
reflective outreach; wherewith their hold on the land comes late
and threatens.
When? as soon as a sec now or ago, today.
It’s unparalleled to the end.
Sing: this changing place, this pebbled
shore is in the repair shop because
it is the repair shop — as miles streak by...
We contend and confound — in the hands of light,
set on the rarity of natural youth and beauty.
Each changing place against such slim odds.
Almost the same as hopeless in a place of hope.
Yet younger guardians that follow grow tired of interruptions and self-
reflective outreach; wherewith their hold on the land comes late
and threatens.
When? as soon as a sec now or ago, today.
Savant and scribe know where all glory goes.
If we’re lucky, principles of mediocrity rule our larger commitments.
Then both can devise a poem for a period of guesswork.
Finish a stretch and my theory gets confused. Confused the way
A rusted barge dries off in sun orange. Or
Danzig is the Wallace Stevens of evil urban clusters..
Ok, this is not Danzig. Clinically proven.
But theory is somewhere else.
If we’re lucky, principles of mediocrity rule our larger commitments.
Then both can devise a poem for a period of guesswork.
Finish a stretch and my theory gets confused. Confused the way
A rusted barge dries off in sun orange. Or
Danzig is the Wallace Stevens of evil urban clusters..
Ok, this is not Danzig. Clinically proven.
But theory is somewhere else.
9/5/24
What’s my business? The pin numbers told me to go off, and that led to my holding
all these volatility models from A.I., an omnibus vocalism in a sense.
Points ahead are to enable passing tourneys among tense Fu dudes
to nuance hidden risks when shifting weight (a merging accounts request).
Modern proceedings are bated like these, day after day, not stopping, not finishing..
all these volatility models from A.I., an omnibus vocalism in a sense.
Points ahead are to enable passing tourneys among tense Fu dudes
to nuance hidden risks when shifting weight (a merging accounts request).
Modern proceedings are bated like these, day after day, not stopping, not finishing..
49: Let me hold you ... or better not, I’m a defect in future law before and against your time.
If ever that time comes within my own knowledge, know, I’ll know
love is no more, no less the thing it was...
and no cause alleged.
I raise my hand now, called to, on your part
when you scarcely greet me as we pass.
That’s how with all due respect works in both our times.
If ever that time comes within my own knowledge, know, I’ll know
love is no more, no less the thing it was...
and no cause alleged.
I raise my hand now, called to, on your part
when you scarcely greet me as we pass.
That’s how with all due respect works in both our times.
One’s god and partner
is a doomed villain — twice one’s weight.
Runs down to the water’s edge, sticks his head in. Stays in.
On a second take he and other strangers gain their godly presence
thru tendon appeal that initiates delaying tactics.
Delayed, one sees what Buckminster Fuller means
sensing the curve of the earth.
One gets the pretty steep sense
god has gone one’s way.
is a doomed villain — twice one’s weight.
Runs down to the water’s edge, sticks his head in. Stays in.
On a second take he and other strangers gain their godly presence
thru tendon appeal that initiates delaying tactics.
Delayed, one sees what Buckminster Fuller means
sensing the curve of the earth.
One gets the pretty steep sense
god has gone one’s way.
9/4/24
Hail, love, I was in hell with you.
I’ve seen again all the mud we throw.
We’re not living there now; it’s too far to drive, leaving us drenched to the waist, hanging, down on the sidewalk looking a little ‘filmed over.’
The now is? I don’t know where it went or was. I wonder if it’ll show up near here.
These questions are battered about.
I’ve seen again all the mud we throw.
We’re not living there now; it’s too far to drive, leaving us drenched to the waist, hanging, down on the sidewalk looking a little ‘filmed over.’
The now is? I don’t know where it went or was. I wonder if it’ll show up near here.
These questions are battered about.
Sonnet 119: Software permeates adolescent philosophy. This madder hell points to asphalt perimeters, why error messages commit to wretched Skinnerian structures (applying blindness to hope)
:
:
building up un-manacled distractions so amor in the head is amazing, far greater, madder fever!
:
:
Some ways syzygy rounds this off in latinate Greek — evil still made better — for amnesia’s fixed width, blessed never, rebuked to our eye’s content!
:
:
And ruined, we kept losing, true, losing you .. rebuked, my eyes out, sphereless.
:
:
building up un-manacled distractions so amor in the head is amazing, far greater, madder fever!
:
:
Some ways syzygy rounds this off in latinate Greek — evil still made better — for amnesia’s fixed width, blessed never, rebuked to our eye’s content!
:
:
And ruined, we kept losing, true, losing you .. rebuked, my eyes out, sphereless.
Let’s break up.
Broken, giddy up, trouble maker.
Today I face no opposition. How to pay homage...
My instinct when asked is to inch back
To the moody raw nation where prosody
Jettisons its own use. No half-soothing opponents awake
On top,
No heights at all outside, only a few problem solvers
Off looking into what we broke —
Today I face no opposition. How to pay homage...
My instinct when asked is to inch back
To the moody raw nation where prosody
Jettisons its own use. No half-soothing opponents awake
On top,
No heights at all outside, only a few problem solvers
Off looking into what we broke —
9/3/24
39: Sing how in your absence, thoughts on love hint of sour leisure, even torment. To live in some deception seemed brilliant manners far back, before today. Thought of that now keeps us divided but pointedly, singly alive.
One difference as you sing — you are the better part of me
holding back — tho I’ll obliquely praise you when praising me.
Divided, we’re the same. We live to entertain others, thinking back to our love. Still. There’s this separation. I dream w/ you alone.. as you sing away from me.
One difference as you sing — you are the better part of me
holding back — tho I’ll obliquely praise you when praising me.
Divided, we’re the same. We live to entertain others, thinking back to our love. Still. There’s this separation. I dream w/ you alone.. as you sing away from me.
Every cent in our scheme is fungible.
But not in all cases. This brings on what works mostly. Life is short and good investment prospects drive you all over. Recent example — no longer victims, you and I grabbed the momentary offer as a ladder we shouldn’t overuse —
A moment to stare out the top windows, a lamp over our shoulders to herald the swindle in American wind farming.
But not in all cases. This brings on what works mostly. Life is short and good investment prospects drive you all over. Recent example — no longer victims, you and I grabbed the momentary offer as a ladder we shouldn’t overuse —
A moment to stare out the top windows, a lamp over our shoulders to herald the swindle in American wind farming.
9/2/24
Avoidance with a message sounds personable, calm, also passably awkward. In the same robot call he reverses prerogatives, that is, his voice does. I’ll table the difference — a mixed result but with swift powers from two kinds of physics. I’m altogether devoted to the happiness of the robot first and then all our tech subs in the call center. The firm gives me focus, serves as a ‘hideout,’ while I search for a motive, working the ropes.
139: A poem fires up photoshop. Excuse me.
A poem is a picture as lack of love well knows.
That your cunning lays upon my heart...
That drowns me out, my kitten heart, but don’t wound me, not
this time, and never call me back to justify what’s wrong.
Your good looks attract enemies — It’s your eyes
yet glances aside — with your unkind tongue you overpower me,
kill me outright, never through a crossword. So I’m defenseless.
Also I’ve saved all your robocalls to prove it.
I’m not kidding. No calls, no pix, please.
A poem is a picture as lack of love well knows.
That your cunning lays upon my heart...
That drowns me out, my kitten heart, but don’t wound me, not
this time, and never call me back to justify what’s wrong.
Your good looks attract enemies — It’s your eyes
yet glances aside — with your unkind tongue you overpower me,
kill me outright, never through a crossword. So I’m defenseless.
Also I’ve saved all your robocalls to prove it.
I’m not kidding. No calls, no pix, please.
Did you catch the interim report?
One’s core keeps an eye out, part of industrial knowledge that considers prototype rain in crazy-fancy contexts plunked out on sheets of music. At first.
Moving forward we have all of an hour to take in sweetness made for infamous exposure (in costume) indoors then out.
Lights up — we take ourselves down a stretch in the libretto where we preserve disparities. You deserve it.
Sweetness is vacillating as usual after hours on clear nights. Robbers, cops
Though fragrant, turn opaque
And poof — still
..could rain.
One’s core keeps an eye out, part of industrial knowledge that considers prototype rain in crazy-fancy contexts plunked out on sheets of music. At first.
Moving forward we have all of an hour to take in sweetness made for infamous exposure (in costume) indoors then out.
Lights up — we take ourselves down a stretch in the libretto where we preserve disparities. You deserve it.
Sweetness is vacillating as usual after hours on clear nights. Robbers, cops
Though fragrant, turn opaque
And poof — still
..could rain.
9/1/24
I see your inside relevance, binary to binary autosuggestion.
When it gets dark rebooking happens fast.
The relevance we wanted to get to go to a naked singularity, that is
This abstract point now stabilizing outdoors — over the ocean
— smelling you in all your possible reassignments.
— A rank in heaven!
When it gets dark rebooking happens fast.
The relevance we wanted to get to go to a naked singularity, that is
This abstract point now stabilizing outdoors — over the ocean
— smelling you in all your possible reassignments.
— A rank in heaven!
129: That slap in the face harder to explain now,
on purpose laid to make the taker mad — a waste..
Traffic jammed under the apartments — tropical action —
A cruel lemon sliver caught in your savage nose, past reason,
Extreme, despised, tangy..
Romeo and Eurydice. A rude joy proposed behind a dream. Just a wedge.
on purpose laid to make the taker mad — a waste..
Traffic jammed under the apartments — tropical action —
A cruel lemon sliver caught in your savage nose, past reason,
Extreme, despised, tangy..
Romeo and Eurydice. A rude joy proposed behind a dream. Just a wedge.
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, #36, 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, #36, latecomer to the cultural line, all time subservience.
(It’s not easy being special.)
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