The sun is gray. Divided, confused, I
signed up for a summer of love; the pills are
sweet, their force takes me out of bounds,
as well as interludes on the double.
I’m Matthew McConaughey, not perfect. It’s an every
hour regimen with that living unlocked stench.
I set the controls; the active ingredients are
soon not now, don’t. First thing prithee,
Noonish. I have a profane vocabulary,
a little nervous forced into the secondary
but I’m ecstatic I’m 19. I’ve been blocking
myself tho now it’s over. I’m all directional.
My head weighs 10 pounds.
Hold my earrings.
9/8/25
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.
9/7/25
— Let’s be fair, I’m not sure 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..)
8/25/25
You have a libido viewable within antic constructions...
A log cabin for paired centrists, a flight down,
A perimeter of memory foam and asphalt where metamorphoses are cast off.
Just for the deep ride we round this into latinate tendrils for amnesia’s willfully
Fixed width.
Spirals discharge. You were great, shook up, yoked.
A log cabin for paired centrists, a flight down,
A perimeter of memory foam and asphalt where metamorphoses are cast off.
Just for the deep ride we round this into latinate tendrils for amnesia’s willfully
Fixed width.
Spirals discharge. You were great, shook up, yoked.
8/23/25
Inundated with liberty, I talk thus in mocking forms. It’s well after the game. My face — like yours — sports layers of sleep relief, realizing exponents of our wildest ambitions.
I thought as a lyricist you’d follow the leftover radiant forms — and soberly, even liberally, interact with them in unitary joy (if you can still breathe) —
(I’ve made it normal getting to this next point in our ongoing bark, bar repartee.)
I thought as a lyricist you’d follow the leftover radiant forms — and soberly, even liberally, interact with them in unitary joy (if you can still breathe) —
(I’ve made it normal getting to this next point in our ongoing bark, bar repartee.)
8/22/25
8/21/25
Amerigo fell into swelter in untamed aromas
that led his black olive dogs to you, making clear
his off rhyme, his blank stare =
a blast furnace expending heat.
Amerigo pulls the curtains revealing the dog-permitted street
where pet people pass by in their walk-on roles.
My quandary repeats among aromas from hydrangea in labor
Yet it’s with Bonnard’s vision of pleasure I’d be holding you for conniving to carpet silence. O Amerigo —
Another wish unfulfilled as you and I round off contrasting demands of flimsy seriality and sequence, conquering death with more choices and repose.
that led his black olive dogs to you, making clear
his off rhyme, his blank stare =
a blast furnace expending heat.
Amerigo pulls the curtains revealing the dog-permitted street
where pet people pass by in their walk-on roles.
My quandary repeats among aromas from hydrangea in labor
Yet it’s with Bonnard’s vision of pleasure I’d be holding you for conniving to carpet silence. O Amerigo —
Another wish unfulfilled as you and I round off contrasting demands of flimsy seriality and sequence, conquering death with more choices and repose.
8/20/25
Solitary dark
when air pushes ..aside
— tilting your head with no untoward parts, transfixed silhouette
— the Demon Puff in his plumage / seafaring language.
I was hit in the face when he turned himself in.
When struck a lightning rod emits ballets of dust and solution, a chemical isomer that goes into itself and turns over in our thoughts as a hint there’s commotion in the back of what matters. What matter is. Who is loved.
when air pushes ..aside
— tilting your head with no untoward parts, transfixed silhouette
— the Demon Puff in his plumage / seafaring language.
I was hit in the face when he turned himself in.
When struck a lightning rod emits ballets of dust and solution, a chemical isomer that goes into itself and turns over in our thoughts as a hint there’s commotion in the back of what matters. What matter is. Who is loved.
8/19/25
[adverb not here] I can’t face facts auf deutsch. I invented my elbow railing
thru intimation, insinuation, innuendo.
Also it was something I ate control-grouped by coughing.
Never fully believe quite a theory, we never say it’s only conjecture.
To translate costs a constellation or a bundle of heart, faint of.
Also it was something I ate control-grouped by coughing.
Never fully believe quite a theory, we never say it’s only conjecture.
To translate costs a constellation or a bundle of heart, faint of.
8/16/25
A trivalent bond forms at birth that delays each death.
There are two ambient music cartels as well — both striking poses with all their rap-operatic powers. De rigueur for now is writing over known injury to outrank others in the trivalence of thieves. I won’t do your religion, good day.
Just piano and voice. Sunken gardens with a fountain of moods dedicated to each of four graves.
I wish you had taken that job singing of thingness.
Even so, if you could eat only one food for life, what would it be? “Take notes,” you called out. You were holding back first throbs as you forced his from the inside.
I miss the walled city where an operator like him looks up when you arrive at this loud next step . .
Try to remain calm. I’m going to talk you down.
We’ll take the stairs; the elevators refuse to go with operators in them. (Ok, you there? Hi.)
There are two ambient music cartels as well — both striking poses with all their rap-operatic powers. De rigueur for now is writing over known injury to outrank others in the trivalence of thieves. I won’t do your religion, good day.
Just piano and voice. Sunken gardens with a fountain of moods dedicated to each of four graves.
I wish you had taken that job singing of thingness.
Even so, if you could eat only one food for life, what would it be? “Take notes,” you called out. You were holding back first throbs as you forced his from the inside.
I miss the walled city where an operator like him looks up when you arrive at this loud next step . .
Try to remain calm. I’m going to talk you down.
We’ll take the stairs; the elevators refuse to go with operators in them. (Ok, you there? Hi.)
8/15/25
Conditions look gray — wanting you (I do), profane,
not out of calculation — how far & vast connivance
liberates us to oppose purring put aside.
In a fair coin flip, you
and I are leisure-loving. Nature’s doing.
It’s that easy
and so great I’m leaving you
my saddle in your extrication from hallucinatory delirium ..
Tho you’re still standing up front, in legacy jeans, what nature calls
trafficking with fog at my bequest lilac-dark in the air
along with offshore atmospheres yesterday and the day before.
not out of calculation — how far & vast connivance
liberates us to oppose purring put aside.
In a fair coin flip, you
and I are leisure-loving. Nature’s doing.
It’s that easy
and so great I’m leaving you
my saddle in your extrication from hallucinatory delirium ..
Tho you’re still standing up front, in legacy jeans, what nature calls
trafficking with fog at my bequest lilac-dark in the air
along with offshore atmospheres yesterday and the day before.
8/14/25
I’ve got to hold back. Not bob around.
This is in response to the commerce-vector coursing through pop concepts, bringing unique comfort to support our cushy position in the food chain, which is evermore in dispute.
I adhere to the same late-filing rule as you. We are keepers of decades at night.
Love is moaning all right. I’m almost a novice enthusiast.. but years from now.
Then, inscrutably I’ll break down and bob.
This is in response to the commerce-vector coursing through pop concepts, bringing unique comfort to support our cushy position in the food chain, which is evermore in dispute.
I adhere to the same late-filing rule as you. We are keepers of decades at night.
Love is moaning all right. I’m almost a novice enthusiast.. but years from now.
Then, inscrutably I’ll break down and bob.
8/13/25
Tonal jumps signify charity in a spatial
float off...
repurposing one’s alter ego, raising stakes
according to odds makers for daring.
Don’t show us
your simple skill. Make it work.
This is becoming god’s country.
A man in drag wearing a gown I tie.
Your cool red bones,
A cold star, partly the wind,
Your superb gall
And me, my feelings which move in time
While this lowest button erases...
There they go
When you say
Well stay well
Where they rang.
Anima to Anima, you couldn’t be ruder.
I’m not afraid of showing the much simpler, formless, inexact I degrade and dissipate into highly animate raw munition. My fingers are supposed to cohere in two fair hands I cull from hearsay. Raising one exudes only passion, which if you allow I agree with, with intertwined wilderness raising two...
float off...
repurposing one’s alter ego, raising stakes
according to odds makers for daring.
Don’t show us
your simple skill. Make it work.
This is becoming god’s country.
A man in drag wearing a gown I tie.
Your cool red bones,
A cold star, partly the wind,
Your superb gall
And me, my feelings which move in time
While this lowest button erases...
There they go
When you say
Well stay well
Where they rang.
Anima to Anima, you couldn’t be ruder.
I’m not afraid of showing the much simpler, formless, inexact I degrade and dissipate into highly animate raw munition. My fingers are supposed to cohere in two fair hands I cull from hearsay. Raising one exudes only passion, which if you allow I agree with, with intertwined wilderness raising two...
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