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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.)

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.

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.

Pollution control. This medicine causes confusion.
Yes, we can fudge an alphabet from a dirty grid of circles.  
We can whip up an alphabet of symbols within other system alphabets  
helping us read from grids, other notions and more homonyms  
 
as well as take on upgrades for discoursing in colloquial physics.  
Yet a steel door stays open. Here are the last letters of bliss.  
We best defer to the upgrades to shake them off.  Back to the distracting alphabets.
Deep blues and silvers with biological shades perform as vowels;   
 
consonants are shown with senior upgrades,  
slurred with what is everpresent.

“Here I use my shaken my voice..”

First on wrong, quaint, then drenched though slackened



Janus was proud to sponsor Janus 



shaking this neap vapor through no shadow weighed, no 



ten or more fears on slopes 


meeting above the steps coincided with their light. 


A high-clip to the final base



atmospherics, their blast patching the thaw 



— spirals discharge, wind heats the ground and trees open.

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!