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Friday, September 12, 2003 trusting not enough... cans of
soup uphold a range of virtue... understood to be... one of the lucky morons adrift in the day... younger in confusion... what value fingered our questionable joys before the
denouement... we met in the maple... conspiring crows... their delicious eyes... ours... under blue clouds... our clouds... threat for the day... a slight obscurity... here none of our diction reflects... the enormity... of our condition... our branch dreams us hungry and
then... an instant puddle... our feet jump... we're watching them jump... for food... guns and butter... a decent splash reminds us of cherry bombs and harmonicas... go on... in the papers our faces go green... so pale Thursday, September 11, 2003 tangled and fell who flew and took or made holes gave knowing falling love... to float far or know what stood... open... today... a sudden... o all around... in... whose... air... fell... there... Wednesday, September 10, 2003 like these betrayals... these before
your eyes... a life riding blind ponies... is still... in motion... lazy man inside the tent... where all the sultans meet... asks for nothing... his hands quiver... his eye roars on the other
side... a direct and deliberate discourse... plain religion... remembering gods and god... the weather keeps inside... i mean... it keeps us inside... an ocean tongue... marking shells and kelp... their metaphors bind their ankles and eyes... all they know... they punish their words... for their words... or accumulation...
meant we finally went blind... there were so many interesting moments... or deaf to the drums... what they lacked in intelligence they made up for in barbarous languor... now see various auto-pilot playfully
ambi-meaningless experimental taste-defying word-gumbos
arrived with cigarettes, clouds, yellow teeth... a bag of dental floss and dice... thumping the desk the door the floor... what did you say... arrived in jockey shorts and auto exhaust... reduced the moon to muttering careful instructions... we all know what you're up to... slow down... arrived with eyes full of "quasi-Platonic dialogues"... destruction The greatest
and most influential of Plato's students was Aristotle. resembling history... i wore shoes this morning... managed teeth... pushed a pool ball backwards... remembered to stand in fresh sun... logically... rendered myself adequate... are you coming over... are you expecting me... regards... following
me... an umbrella... a fascinating fella... an orange very... orange... but no football... following my lead and falling... for a book of rocks and clouds... patience... geological... meteorological... imprecise Tuesday, September 09, 2003 not to be taken... seriously not
to be taken... as if... you knew how much to take seriously... he has not been to class lately... we didn't like him when he came the last time... and took us seriously... as if... we liked him far enough
down... when you remember to stop talking... everyone lines up for soup... give us... soup in our forgetfulness... give us soup down here... in our sadness... soup for soreness... soup for song or fog is
always different... and always... what if... the sun doesn't come... doesn't come again... ever... so seven hundred and thirty-two sentences finally have to cooperate in darkness... up and down the blind stairwell... was that a bird... no not here... Monday, September 08, 2003 not here... no place to... say...
it's not meant... just sent... from a jump to a lump... in a barrel... sparrow wings hum theory...
hum it... until you know it by hand... the library winters... used books... we broke up furniture to recall... theory's golden edges... which surprised us... volumes turned up... happily here a crafty
version... we have settled on a plot... now there's color to find... put the green girl on a horse... yellow kids fumbling in closets... if you want quality you'll have to review our circular... Hero and The Printer... a cautionary tale... Know Theory's Tune Sunday, September 07, 2003 blanking
up this morning... he's ready to bend you've seen it... and now... hear it coming... everybody's waiting... like friday afternoon... and still... he's ready to choose which light... i'll get there sooner or Later... on purpose and silent as dirt... when nobody's looking not one of
you...trunks and tusks... unconnected and feeling like a queer marine... blind and sweeping... what fell off... when we wrecked the basement... my story has no amazement... and my friends wish me well... of you not one... tapped our sieve... or laughed always a
Story... and forgiveness by the window... say to get Younger... you'd have to drink a lot of that Water.. a long Story picking its way across the Ice flows... turning back... When you had it... there blanking
up this morning... he's ready to bend you've seen it... and now... hear it coming... everybody's waiting... like friday afternoon... and still... he's ready to choose which light... i'll get there sooner or Later... on purpose and silent as dirt... when nobody's looking don't Step
Back... you were moving with Distinction toward Us... then turned... as if You had heard a Motor revving... far past the Window... a Voice Sad or angry... far from its own Words... just... called solid
grammar down on their heads... spoke participles over troubled water... and you thought she was only good for baking salads... mixing our failed business into all her secret codes orchidean
thoughts like subtle predication... no simple murders... our pretense... o look what i said... o look... our warriors have all gone down... these bloody flowers... which means we'll have to come again... dancing next time... singing Saturday, September 06, 2003 My sissy remnant
listens more carefully today... I am taller with Resources... and Ears like ripe vegetables... it hears Your tinkering... and the Bad Boys... never let go... I will not ever Let Go... o sissy remnant Vertigo... the net
had... the tale begins... you see Me... then it Said... had a Special Collection of objects broken confused but also receptive to an Aesthetic Pulse... recombined... as some wear Hats... Gloves to forget... what the machines have Accomplished whom I...
suggested by the flicker... was I that Geographical Emotion... you Knew my usefulness... was I Carotid Necessity... then pumped for export... a dangerous future... was I losing your Sincere Appreciation... was I new and certain...
i come and i go... a flourescent slumber while the talk goes on... in the next room... my place taken... all windows half open... what happened when he peeled it? ...they arranged my vanishing pomes in semi-serious order... i found them hunkered down... snickering back to finish your phrase currently  |
