tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40498822024-03-28T03:00:31.263-07:00pantaloons:Jack Kimball Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comBlogger21888125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-64971391503022958422024-03-28T03:00:00.001-07:002024-03-28T03:00:00.155-07:00A truffle and goat cheese pizza, for all its ambition, feels contrived
next to Talking Chimp. <br>
The Talking Mallard Dogs sounded as good as they looked; they learned how to speak for thems<font color= EFF5FB ><font size=+4>el</font></font>ves, and they came off so authentic you and your pet would think they were Talking Chimps. But they produced only vowel sounds from a larynx implant device. <br>
Talking Chimp is laughing now unable to stop rubbing dow<font color= F6E3CE ><font size=+3>n th</font></font>ere.
Spa services await you, Talking Chimp! Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-68889115304218186882024-03-27T16:00:00.001-07:002024-03-27T16:00:00.138-07:00<font color= F5F6CE ><font size=+4>Cap</font></font>tain your thoughts <br>
then opt for an Ivy safety <br>
school. Push shyness aside, <br>
spiff up & sign the skee-ball of smog- <br>
sniffing affirmation. <br>
Regulate your embrace multi-nationally. <br>
<i>Es geshah am helichten Tag — </i>
<br> <br>
Never feel sorry for some diva <br>
who has brains and eats <br>
them. <br>
Hypoxia — the <font size=+3>p</font>oor, the lost make us sick. Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-2267828747756217092024-03-27T10:00:00.000-07:002024-03-27T10:00:00.287-07:00A disheartening work pile supposes its completion. A muse speaks up, tho, in dialog enhancer <br>mode, increasing the volume a good amount.<br>
We have to stop a<font color= F5BCA9 ><font size=+4>dju</font></font>sting the margins for your low, meadow voice... <br>
for giving up missing your skin
<br> <br>
...a good amount ... speaking of meaning? <br>
That wo<font color= F5DA81 ><font size=+3>uld</font></font> be as far as I get <br>
with you so solid a wonder, ending our aversion to near infinity. Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-13340815935852292202024-03-27T09:00:00.001-07:002024-03-27T09:00:00.139-07:00115: Devouring you and reckoning.. I love you best, but. A doubting aspect of my fiction holds. (I could not love you more in the course of altering anything.) I have no clear incentive to divert strong minds. Nay,<br>mindless myself of taking chances, I’ve already changed through fierce blun<font color= FACC2E ><font size=+4>t ta</font></font>lk — too much talk; I’ve raised a toast to loving you too desperately... A kind of madness profits as our judgment’s grown less certain over the course of a million accidents (how angry rewrite gets, afterward) and how it makes your tan beauty (and me) enflamed for pale, poker-faced poets like Rene.Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-11241912606466362582024-03-27T07:00:00.000-07:002024-03-27T07:00:00.145-07:00<img src="http://www.fauxpress.com/i/10/c/j80.jpg">Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-39936812233403911852024-03-27T03:00:00.001-07:002024-03-27T03:00:00.171-07:00Fun time. Is it time or times? <br>
Personally, I maintain a liber<font color=F8E0E6><font size=+4>al, a</font></font>political esthetic, one at a time.
The fun colony is firmly democratized, sir.
Slightly pitched voices from the wraparound porch reach to the sky.
The season seems and is interpenetrations of parallel scenery
et al running this.Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-34253462772515691702024-03-26T16:00:00.001-07:002024-03-26T16:40:51.997-07:00Instructions are errands in advanced circles, to tell or read it as fake v. the real fake sprawl with the naked around Marie Antoinette’s. They were <i>textually modern</i>, even respectable among Euro folk: They undressed for success <br> <br>
and survival. They avoided careers that were intellectually focused, peering <br>
back and soaking up the city among savages of their own des<font color= FECF6CE ><font size=+4>ig</font></font>ns.
<br>
<i>I’m my own boss.</i>
<br> <br>
The flamenco troupe darts of light & sweet algorithms in chunks.
<br> <br>
(The subtracted j-walkers return with renditions from a dense counterculture.)
<br> <br>
I’m thinking of giving head, until my spinal column heats up, thinking of you.Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-87891761739391961572024-03-26T10:00:00.000-07:002024-03-26T10:00:00.258-07:00Note: 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. <br><br>
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. What comes first on a bender is calm to recover and / or replace each close-to-noble escape route on ahe<font color=ECF6CE><font size=+4>ad</font></font>.Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-79574352767404968522024-03-26T09:00:00.001-07:002024-03-26T09:00:00.139-07:0041: An abstract, pretty temptation below gentle laughter: Ay, <br>
Beauty for your years .. Ah me. <br> <br>
Ay blizzard. <br> <br>
Together, you and I follow a twofold point of wooing / then-forced-absence, but I’m not that far from following your lead and therefore, like you, assailed. Ay.
Dating youth is tantamount to body snatching, another point. T<font color= CF5BCA9 ><font size=+4>emp</font></font>ting but false equivalence even: Ay. We chide the other’s choice — where this follows I cannot lead, leaving me in a riot of your beauty and my liberty where you are.Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-28236665591603020402024-03-26T07:03:00.000-07:002024-03-26T07:03:57.115-07:00<img src="http://www.fauxpress.com/i/10/c/j77.jpg">Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-43082986358381802922024-03-26T03:00:00.001-07:002024-03-26T03:00:00.249-07:00Bl<font color= CEECF5 ><font size=+3>am</font></font>e for his mockery — Orpheus thought a musician would deeply apprehend radiant, interactive forms (and defects, among a few variants) — soberly, having liberally looked over ornaments of beauty, alert to surface details, part of his work week. It’s all hideously exciting if you’re <i>fair, unstained and the sweetest.</i> <br><br>
Justice for all is as the crow flies only made to look uncalculated, seeming so it’s said. Liberty with caution, minuscule, unexciting.. again. Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-57161789276872033612024-03-25T16:00:00.001-07:002024-03-25T16:00:00.131-07:00Hands up. <br> <br>
On the corner of statue and the outer cape, there’s <br>
a beyond just passed <font color= CF5BCA9 ><font size=+4>an e</font></font>asy show of h<font color= 886A08 ><font size=+4>an</font></font>ds <br>
beyond what we imagined an hour ago (one mild altercation took it <br>
into a shade of de-constraining tease).
<br> <br>
A heyday of hands.Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-85760753182402248562024-03-25T10:00:00.000-07:002024-03-25T10:00:00.152-07:00To be a stronger critic I went to a dark place with you (universal reach). <br>
You gave me hiccups back then, up to floor s<font color= F5F6CE ><font size=+4>ix. N</font></font>ow, years in the future, my senses are restored. An unoccupied mind long overdue. <br><br>
And I’m back in my vertigo seat, reading over and writing disciplined boilerplate, fond of mnemonics. Why worry over explanation? <br> <br>
To explain is to run up against narrative: actually a proxy measurement, one affected by all other expressions of interest over future time.
<br>
As the future holds, I’m lying abou<font color= F5DA81 ><font size=+4>t t</font></font>he lies we’re telling.Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-68212212044819511302024-03-25T09:00:00.001-07:002024-03-25T09:00:00.246-07:00Sonnet 40: <br> <br>
When you read this, my injury appears prior to who prompts it. <br>
Not you.
<br> <br>
We were informed of your deceit in our sleep, a line from Aeschylus.
<br> <br>
We’re playing with new features and a few we move in any direction. <br>
But not you. <br> <br>
Take all my loves, my love. You steal from me and vice versa since all of us are in use. <br>
<font color= 886A08 ><font size=+4>Bil</font></font>lions of highly intelligent beings with high degrees of morphic freedom <br>
interest me only so far. More curious is why we approach poetry in English primarily in terms of understanding it. <br> <br>
As though propositions and semantics were key to poetry’s necessities. <br>
Not you. Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-13687112372283117382024-03-25T07:00:00.000-07:002024-03-25T07:00:00.136-07:00<img src="http://www.fauxpress.com/i/10/c/j68a.jpg">Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-59303431142533631312024-03-25T03:00:00.001-07:002024-03-25T03:00:00.139-07:00Sonnets are sizably ok — <br>
Let’s get through <br>
any ostentatious breakout from pensiveness. <br>
Your lab door is open.
<br> <br>
Lab animal overboard! <br>
Freaked by what lunch with you <br>
means and does, you’re under whose <br>
thumb? Handsome, <font color= FECF6CE ><font size=+4>on</font></font> the other hand <br>
your partial mind is a floating <br>
weapon. That’s why this syntax <br>
can relinquish human polarities <br>
as sonnets set traps..
<br> <br>
throbbing red traps, another the color azure, bright, digestible.
<br>They just coincide. Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-74303950211440624432024-03-24T16:00:00.000-07:002024-03-24T16:00:00.142-07:00You are part of what we hold.
And the evaluations are in.
Justice, liberty, rule of fitter enablers to soften the grid...
The air fills with top results we can pin on like tendrils. And you can use them later, maybe on blind dates.
And this is not a test. Every utterance is a collaborative impulse passing from desolating satire : even while little consonants in your throat falter, you’re holding firm.
It’s an argosy of what’s evolutionary before achieving insight.Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-49900607358883418552024-03-24T10:00:00.000-07:002024-03-24T10:00:00.133-07:00The air is sawed off, wishy and doing better. <i>We were dangerous, once.</i> <br>
Smooth rhetoric is purely blur. It’s too late to make it sparse. Now we’re appalled. Even our restraint is razed for it<font color= 848484 ><font size=+3>s ow</font></font>n sake.
<br>
We could see from a solid distance, your rakish notes to yourself, you mixed mediums .. no shit. None of mine.<br> <br>
As I understand it the exact second you insert the first-person, rotary forces of moral density will drill several meters down underground, a strafed, ethical spectacle falling into proverbial and natural coherence like a case of mumps, something you never saw and you <font color= F5BCA9 ><font size=+4>nev</font></font>er will, you gestalt freak.Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-91129092520218279092024-03-24T09:00:00.001-07:002024-03-24T09:27:01.483-07:0069: Kind eyes are deep deeds,
a small part of glamor all can see,
along with a backup watching you move
in tawny synthetic light.. daybreak.
<br><br>
We smile, neither laugh, extending our
praise, looking into a glamor farther than the eye..
<br><br>
Questions of where, when we’re all right in love.Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-78149223503112908692024-03-24T07:00:00.000-07:002024-03-24T07:00:00.145-07:00<img src="http://www.fauxpress.com/i/10/c/j66.jpg">Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-67089339970769210352024-03-24T03:00:00.001-07:002024-03-24T03:00:00.147-07:00Sundial-changing give-and-take contests a thousand bees st<font color= 848484 ><font size=+4>in</font></font>g<font color= FACC2E ><font size=+3>in</font></font>g our feet <br>
— after we improvised the text and handed it in.
The theory here, <br> <br>
pleasure is to ethics as Spode is to gastronomy <br> <br>
while across the terrain a recurring nightmare, film tunnels’re lifting wax paper (in wind) when the water is abusive — yet all ends adaptively. <br> <br>
The strategy is <br>
like an<font color= 848484 ><font size=+4>y la</font></font>ndscape, wait for mistakes (1) and (2) pounce. Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-17689339574150429352024-03-23T16:00:00.004-07:002024-03-23T16:00:00.147-07:00I believe I can see into the future.<br>
There is a civilizing process to space<br>
entered into by spotting it first. It’s<br>
a clear new world where character<br>
offers liberation, supports you<br>
from underneath. You<br>
can go rig<font size=+3><font color=f2f2f2>ht in.</font></font> They have an <br>
open table. Everything on sale.Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-3889547683324861662024-03-23T10:00:00.000-07:002024-03-23T10:00:00.131-07:00Side streets go down to hourly weather over the power grid; <br>
Rain’s over, its light flow an oily example. <br>
This extends through night rain to rain<font color= FECF6CE ><font size=+4>’s s</font></font>urrogacy, a more serious and newer down. <br><br>More anguish driving over to a panel on reasoning and not writing anything down, a stomach turning experience <br> <br>
in its emptied refraction through a taillight for syntactical beings (in a sentence) on a muddy drive.Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-32108242237585211302024-03-23T09:00:00.001-07:002024-03-23T09:00:00.249-07:00112: <font color=cccccc><font size=+3>Do</font></font> you like spiral staircases, scandals that strive to branch out to the un-alive, an abysm? <br>
Facts there are a marketplace whose figures look young and green when least derivative. Volatile objective content triumphs. Right or wrong it’s kind of a snob racket (Charles B). <br> <br>
Our nervous system can distort music in an adder’s sense, Charles might say, to emphasize changes in people who are snakes, radial evil neglected by the super ego. <font color= F8E0E6 ><font size=+4>B</font></font> is for Bukowski. Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049882.post-83908792164520424192024-03-23T07:00:00.000-07:002024-03-23T07:00:00.160-07:00<img src="http://www.fauxpress.com/i/10/c/j61.jpg">Pantaloonshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17847172475348277592noreply@blogger.com