We just saw (a few feet minutes from now, however)
Your address changed. We could have done it differently before you discovered the user
charts; the parent company was yours before you stole them.
You’re not going to be delirious are you?
Just for a stretch of disdain..
Robbing me from sleep where I rewrite chain letters you refuse to answer. Good for you.
Good for you — Making up a to do list! blinded by periodic breakthroughs,
Tho pragmatics circumvents the conscience to mend things —
The focus is on nothing we won’t do..
6/22/25
A valid socialist government is not that hot, spoken for in Slavic labials.
Apparatchiks speechifying shyly
With rabbity, squeaking voices, sounding like biblical
French — in cosmic circumstance French is just plain meaner. And they negotiate cash for
Rapprochement. Keeping one’s posture simple on the corner of a new pace. I
Am still there
As well, failing completely, openly.
Apparatchiks speechifying shyly
With rabbity, squeaking voices, sounding like biblical
French — in cosmic circumstance French is just plain meaner. And they negotiate cash for
Rapprochement. Keeping one’s posture simple on the corner of a new pace. I
Am still there
As well, failing completely, openly.
6/21/25
The contours are looking urbanely offhand and sounding normal, asymmetrically curt.
Pulling a change-up tantrum repurposed into conceptual deflation.
Psychotropic bios are commonly diagnosed as parallel course twists.
Now one concentrates on the next available thing
Until one like me goes broke; summarily I’m screwed.
I then center on perception (whether beauty or wit), sustaining losses out of causticity.
Pulling a change-up tantrum repurposed into conceptual deflation.
Psychotropic bios are commonly diagnosed as parallel course twists.
Now one concentrates on the next available thing
Until one like me goes broke; summarily I’m screwed.
I then center on perception (whether beauty or wit), sustaining losses out of causticity.
6/20/25
Celebrity stalkers are in the grips of mistaken identity, immune to sudden desire with intimacy. What have they got to lose?
Bags and bags of money for one paid to reflection in infinite battle with consciousness.
As a result, the named oceans are dated,
Pouting, getting better! When they come to — there will be perorations re-framing rainwater within fairer scents rammed w/ sunlight in suspension, ripped, a lot off
Amputated chutes!
Bags and bags of money for one paid to reflection in infinite battle with consciousness.
As a result, the named oceans are dated,
Pouting, getting better! When they come to — there will be perorations re-framing rainwater within fairer scents rammed w/ sunlight in suspension, ripped, a lot off
Amputated chutes!
6/19/25
6/11/25
Writers like me consume their own slapstick
when there’s a conceptual contingency to max, along
with requisite ethical structure to examine taste levels.
Now you know what to expect.
You can’t put limits on free-lancers’ exuberant leisure
within a theoretical commune of vengeance..
Smart money on the solo stiff up against the writing board.
The ethics staff sat this out, sweat-soaked, shaken.
when there’s a conceptual contingency to max, along
with requisite ethical structure to examine taste levels.
Now you know what to expect.
You can’t put limits on free-lancers’ exuberant leisure
within a theoretical commune of vengeance..
Smart money on the solo stiff up against the writing board.
The ethics staff sat this out, sweat-soaked, shaken.
6/8/25
The Globes
An inside scent of snow and sunlight, of loss — but what sinks in conclusion underlies the twisted and grouped maximum sciences.
Hyper-manly references (sailors, bunks, ballet) are scooped up from one segment of the sensate scale, motivated by an ambivert male persona more than all sex or proclivity. Joe Ceravolo is presented to The Golden Globes as he insists one comply with his reasoning (Supply it flowing out). That insistence enforced by repetition at the end, “in this rice Spring.” Let’s try slides of warm(ed over) rice piled up in a good grief of regrets, long regrets. What slushes to the surface is Ceravolo’s compression of physical acts, audacious desire (Supply me), and inconceivable, hoped-for spectacle (because there is in this rice Spring).
Spectacle, desire, necessities at The Globes. When we find them in another, we know we’re getting close.
An inside scent of snow and sunlight, of loss — but what sinks in conclusion underlies the twisted and grouped maximum sciences.
Hyper-manly references (sailors, bunks, ballet) are scooped up from one segment of the sensate scale, motivated by an ambivert male persona more than all sex or proclivity. Joe Ceravolo is presented to The Golden Globes as he insists one comply with his reasoning (Supply it flowing out). That insistence enforced by repetition at the end, “in this rice Spring.” Let’s try slides of warm(ed over) rice piled up in a good grief of regrets, long regrets. What slushes to the surface is Ceravolo’s compression of physical acts, audacious desire (Supply me), and inconceivable, hoped-for spectacle (because there is in this rice Spring).
Spectacle, desire, necessities at The Globes. When we find them in another, we know we’re getting close.
6/3/25
6/2/25
What happened in there?
Narrow rail, sheer curtains..
Step out of that church.
Never confess.
Close to our sources I believe in the healing power of unhealthy options. Percussive isolation. Resentment buried in a colossal physique. Orpheus, the overspontaneous, beating through a dinosaur theme park. Don’t care, I only lie about what I believe is without a theory of purpose, no gift of agency to promote his case. Masking vanity becomes his sidekick’s challenge. Outside
fizzy yet salient talking points soak toward a nudist beach hanging in as your escape hatch (always the last place you look!)
Narrow rail, sheer curtains..
Step out of that church.
Never confess.
Close to our sources I believe in the healing power of unhealthy options. Percussive isolation. Resentment buried in a colossal physique. Orpheus, the overspontaneous, beating through a dinosaur theme park. Don’t care, I only lie about what I believe is without a theory of purpose, no gift of agency to promote his case. Masking vanity becomes his sidekick’s challenge. Outside
fizzy yet salient talking points soak toward a nudist beach hanging in as your escape hatch (always the last place you look!)
6/1/25
Pantoum: given a key, you lose it
— shifting attention but staying in touch.
I forget functioning ghost towns caked with tire tracks,
I draw a blank on jailhouse interiors and decades of Tonka trucks.
[...there is no outside [...] only what’s already here [what we breathe] below...it’s
Immature, impulsive...] [as above]
— I forget empirical relationships the most, the visual force of
a “mottled taxonomy,”
Complaints and sworn declarations...
I forget meeting you.
— shifting attention but staying in touch.
I forget functioning ghost towns caked with tire tracks,
I draw a blank on jailhouse interiors and decades of Tonka trucks.
[...there is no outside [...] only what’s already here [what we breathe] below...it’s
Immature, impulsive...] [as above]
— I forget empirical relationships the most, the visual force of
a “mottled taxonomy,”
Complaints and sworn declarations...
I forget meeting you.
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