Imperialism

The last emperor had sex with multiple staffers. And.

We have one of the most advanced distribution systems.

Our virtual agents are crazy for the bigger paradigm to hijack lawmakers that make a mockery of their bodies. That’s like what it would be O you decimated, beaten but breathing of what’s to come next season.

Anyone can see that fat truncation is in question, both crusader and victim in the crossfire, that anything you answer will stomach the fair use doctrine or what age plays, but the resurgence is going to be an elaborate gerrymander where ambiguity vanishes a seeming long time.

Tense breaks, and the mutt of infancy regenerates, feeling there’s a beginning, and there’s an end, don’t fix it. Try to look better.

An aperture opened up and a lovable perspective is achieved. You disappear, and you have children and they disappear.

Snap

The happiness of one bright red chair with a table in one corner washes up in our DNA. Small islands serve as hideouts. You’ll need a new camping saw and hood scoop. And I’ll invade your space and just leave.

I am inoffensive, and most of the time my headlamp is on, but you know, what if it’s good we met..

How does it resume?

I overheard you say it’s unwrapped at the top with jaded lyrics. Go this way. It’s remarkably ambitious, it’s just off the boards, like when the water lilies kick off their work boots and women rule. Snipers crouch, the idea of Burberry’s.

Why rich or clear?

I wasn’t orphaned, I decided to pursue

business: insight by the numbers; that’s the hard part.


Mrs Meaty.. The oasis just passed, a brilliant life

of enough laughter impelling comfortable indeterminacy.

Given. Someday I will have a pomegranate thermostat.


It’s not torture unless it causes organ failure.

We shall read over the presentation, juggle a few heads

in panic, and the you know what are restless. Excellent.

Response to the Supremes Striking Down Section 4 of the Voting Rights Act

The art types you mention are old and that could be a problem if you shift from one prison part to another, like what I do, ultra altered..

as well as crack open alloys of function routing

levitating the landscape during the game renaissance. Had we been game for its premiere. So supply more, David, for historical justice.

Lefties are feeling cornered (not to say conned) by a milquetoast and a court that just doesn’t ‘get’ the left’s style. The government looks terrible. (from August 2009)

To save a life you can break the law to shoulder perfection.

Therein the last nonpoem eases on down the dress code, a bow tie that pays for itself. Context becomes the e.r. Something is definitely going on.

Like a race of giants, welcome to we’re not friends.

Not now. We are made up of pieces of one another in other names.

The brightness shunts the day the emotional exchange began, crested, and vanished like emissions administering the right thing to do, close to you.

Capacious, breathtaking anxiety, yup, refusal to arbitrate glamour, okay... I’m done.

I’ve waded out above my welcome, which was special. And behind stuff there’s an interaction lab as if meta-trigonometry were an essentialist’s incarnation..

Has gender identity hit a pothole? The Raven’s narrator asks. Am I in some experimental state of forgery? And how do I maintain the balance sheets and my resolute informality?

Life is short and drives you. Love and money go down together, yet our fortunes survive the rescue party.

When It Comes to Half-dog Leitmotifs

I can only take care of my misnomer, for voter registration.

Inattention to posturing belies underdevelopment. I’m a failure sometimes.

Freedom is personal. My supply chain is fatalism. I go for .. No, wait, here comes a big glob of bubble gum crashing down.

This was the night after the super moon — diodes in crimson, a soft spot for its cool success. The beach is magnified, ironically revived! losing track of good assets, one’s cognitive handbag, one’s climactic identity, as well as the roadside. To keep up we can’t find a compromise, just initiations in self-similarities. I’ve highlighted one in a box (moon-glob). A rolling bit of Apollonian familiarity unwrapped in aromas of polycarbonate like tall men in raining birdscapes. There’s this rule-of-thumb assortment with natural stenches, along with hidden dimensions in smells exploding while serving no one at Window 11.

The moon shining with its belle-lettriste metamorphosis in the street, damning loose ends everywhere giving wind sheer every opportunity..

I’ll let you out. In.

Vote often.

Sea Festivals

Before cymbals came up and the 1st song reached out, and long before verse gets parsed, there were snores of ancestors and their coughs and grunts crowding in together in caves. Back then the body taught itself speech with shrieks and groans to signal pain, humming to sign comprehension and varietals of cognition.

Teamwork. Our people are what make us great.

I’m out on a date with Mittens. I too go thru assembly.

The taking of whatever works to exchange the hand that feeds me.

My fiber is malnourished now thanks to wind of the locals.

Our sunset in coconut milk hurts according to slung allegory. So why does it get processed thru history?

Scruff breaks off to play Live Fire.

The sea festival pieces had long been sounded but were back dabbling in capitalist craftwork and, that’s if I hit what I feel crazy fancy, and headed for greatness in the morning. It’s different from the evening on and you hit back.

Along with you I’m sad about this being push-notified by memorized drill: pluralizing by the converted. We’ve turned into clients. Then came the filching of imitation in existence..

...We let you aggregate everything.. brief punches of text look great on the phone!

& visuals, production-geared and prosaic at base, that is, atheoretical, factual. Broken, misunderstood.

Down here we let this happen, instantly, phonemically.

Where the 舞踏 Were You

Trulia voices wake me up.
It’s too embarrassing

pulsing in is the deep mirror
a light snow performing butoh.

(Ethical and esthetic boundaries pertain.)

— I don’t want any fun
or to get to know you
ultra-excited to be enthused / am..

web-mincing a response
one thinks on the way to

— the oppressor in his plumage
(I was up in the house
— I saw his softening machine)

how many pounds in a week?

I was hit in the face when he turned on himself.
I knew I am unhappy and not —

A toe-tap to signal potential
Demon Puffs that you are not occupied,
that you are on their side in the I-Be area.

A head with no moving parts, transfixed silhouettes,
plight dwellers’ outlines — indexes to the gentle
varieties that keep steely details to a minimum.

Let’s leave.

I Can’t

Bad news, I was
struck by federal property. You know,
plagiarism in quotes.

It’s cold in one direction,
but metabolism really took off, along
with moving sticks from a huge transcript
for freezing hand shapes into claws.
3-D printing.

To conserve my dubs
of an alpine rant amid cool ceramic
sculpture, to conserve or not?

... it’s all kept grizzly right and left

clumsifying hours of letting be —

Am
sure you could tell.

We’re Not That Stupid

Damn, can’t complain, when your children
left we had chipmunk..

A crane and a white winged crossbill
went berserk. They’re wet bubbles as yes food.

We made contact for a time
inspired by sleeping w/ them

Whatever we thought about speaking,
it’s better than swelling

Watching you spin like sentience
“refined by distance” since this is the last of it.
We have no idea of here and now

And everything is the right answer
within the new priority (and it’s easy)
were we before all of this.

After mint, online somewhere.

Striped Volume

We had slowed down where they went,
Tides ago, twenty-eight seconds. Sea lions, quasi.

I don’t think we’re there yet.
The title matriculates into an argument, for

This is how Benji takes over, a full-time hobby.
A beach boy after 30.

It’s a happiness problem let go on a technicality,
The dichotomy produces a smooch-valid punch

Per a bantam partisan in uncalculated terror of
When he’s to face someone he loathes, or more

Hospitable, changing plans, ready to fall into a love-
Bracket toweling off in most-

Ly random swagger for the catch

Pointe Ball

Discovering a continent and sea slowly determined
Our team of trend-spotters that are debased.

So I can’t be Martin Sheen or Bashir.
Who’s ashamed what? the coach
Office had Box Seat written against it

Time to dys-ornament the scene,
We’re a dog person..

The inner exurb is that the house?

Dashing from the room is a bad deed (second from the left}
For undressed parts of monetizing : (we both hoped you had.) It

Leaves our chair jackets off here

Against the trees like flowers animals
Beyond the clouds quickly explored.

Vinyl Film Stairwell

Math] expresses everything. Seeds will be along in a mo ..

Coda’s a darting endnote on drums. & pity nowhere now w/
dark engendered power .. Cavaradossi!

I will get a spanking. Yes.

I’ll misfile my principles under stretch rigs, w/ others,
the higher ones, in baroque-neurotic drift put to sleep.

Any higher are not talking
There’s tighter discipline)

Then it’s said repetitive motion has gone too far blah
and some at all levels are enclosed,
climbing into casual spectacle, ritually putting
their lives together keeping something.

[Trained} staff encourages sampling
sharpened by social interaction.

That was the life of the party speaking. Highly attentive,
morally camouflaged.
None of the above.

You Reside in an Institute

Our boarding the T.. is it in memory or fear?
It’s a hypothetical of passively
putting you first, smaller than the original.

Aggressive government heals forgetting what’s less to happen
if citizens get to pay for their something. And blurring it reaches.

Boat the memo, commuting while being Derek Jeter.

Steering is good, home town prom night,
holiday windows : legacy dockers
become a voiceover.

Even still-life elements seem in honor
of the tourist book calling, Nothing is lost.

& there is the beauty of computer snowflake maidens
preparing for combat to make it happen.

Sonnet

I was never in 2 places enough to ask permission
(trying to please paid better)

so that got to you. The back strings of time-space shout some limit.

Got that myself.

Totally now a petting zoo cannot stand for practice —
not while the restless recover from numbness :
blessed are the thin angles of light made identical, emotionally,
extrapolated to driving that home. That’s the super-definition :

Vaccinated, merciless itch, what is the homeland we travel?
Passing thought immortalizes the X+one “casting
of cities” thinking past us. A true 2 years before
messing with you. Why did we wait?

I’ll Take My Clothes off

To smoke a keepsake(*) is
to drive recklessly.

We saved civilization for last.
Good start.

Grr, possibly ten people felt well enough
to change some hollow bluntness one got around them

: I mostly remember an atrium recruitment center far off across yours.
How was it elevated?

It’s where they conserve tongues.

And there was a streamline for famous pleasure, wooden enclosures, a caricature to you —
yeah yeah makes it cynical. Play hard, focus on th 2 computers —

The ___ say it’s mostly laid out, that means you in indecision (never cool)
off in medschool’s Watteau duets in the eco-imagined historic moment

(*)before the point

Prayer w/ Sen-sen

What’s the extent of driving off
in getaway hybrid, uberpower?

It could be a lunatic yarn to move around
northern flickers and masked ducks or.

Modulating the self comprises an apotheosis
according to the list. What is a replica?

I’m neutral re: dreaming w/out words,
types of daring and protection w/ no outreach.

“In each house he has a different
name.” Note to self, stop taking umbrage.

We came from coming back

running on a breathy cult classic by folk without a component,

listening and showing we are listening, one part

synergetic Weltliteratur that gives less weight to any fantasy,

another I guess is where we part ways.


You and I changed very slowly with a shower curtain,

in televised football. The management didn’t tell enough

raising our pulse rate. Or is it just to remind you?

An etude like celebrity.

Ancestors understood by these shelves we housesit,

the last thing said a guitar hero patched in, receiving resistance, creating busy, making chaos “work,” enacting a more cautionary life, absent trifles, his sobbing, one but all. He was unsuitable to fit,

The odd delay repeated.

The music took off about here. It looked wonderful along the quays with embarrassed breakpoints to the past, thinning out in the style of ending (Otto Dix).