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Friday, November 12, 2004 when i stop being smart i'll say
enough and cough. have you wondered what counts as too many too much in any given. ordinary day or heaven. which is just as boring. not smart. as i've been in perpetua speaking. as mastering the lightning arts of. distance i'd say it
over. but your looks. said. i'm the hero. i stood up. money comes simply. around the neighborhood. finds we're sleepy friends when everything smells like burning still. i'd say what's true. but it's too sad. too mad for friday. Thursday, November 11, 2004 a pod here. insufferable. demonish
as turbulent. for the wind says we're final. impermanent so. me. i'm momently gone. but in a minute back. to cut a space. more breathing than anyone's a right to. a pod. unlegislated. proficient here. Wednesday, November 10, 2004 which tetherball flung out. mine
is fancy. yrs not so new but obedient to flight. and a purple patch in the face for days. now we're ready. riper fruit. whatever
turns up. some time in jail. a big scare. we're finally handled. as the principals of our time. a pocket of stones. set loose. whatever storms complete the day. finally home in our living room. Tuesday, November 09, 2004 with climbing you get to laugh.
a feudal engine plucks us into gigantic fens. but we don't care. we're graceless. unintentional on the pink side. more trees knowing more and saying. ok. here. but getting
out of poetry. as poetry getting out believes in itself and we. unwound or frightened into. have cancelled our subscription. because. look these trees and normal clouds won't limit the day. extra ice for the nether lines. but carping nudges me deeper in. Monday, November 08, 2004 and sons. who could never choose
and tired feet blue stones in a tiny aluminum pot three novels. just ask and I'll be flicking off death the juicey eye to get you out of a very old man when you finally closed your skies your fingernail your memorable skin. Sunday, November 07, 2004 at choking time for the wrought.
phrase. be me. or collapse into farmer john's. thistle patch no. everybody brings their botany back. in a blunt fragment. forgotten line. foreign chimps compose. in fire.
go red and take it. given wild as leaf. never use blood to make your point. be fire or a plank in the hull. suffer noise and make it. put reason in the mason jar. grow it furzy on a dark shelf. watch what happens in the trees. Saturday, November 06, 2004 not more specifically a character.
pushing a chair. his grayness and a rope tells something. her dead lips in a crisis. painted as from a height or under big lights. look closer there are spiders. but not understood so we won't paint them. this is not a soap opera but in some warmer countries. people do know what they want. 12 hours
of mystery and suspense. as coverage of the glistening barn. vehement beetles. dragons on the edge of color. i'm looking at you in folded hands. yr symbolic. of a tendency to alphabetize. yr the 13th hour. a burst melon of life. instructive just to fit the spanish or portugese models. fully illustrated as i am companionable. secret. operatic. stepped back
unusually. and put the phone back on the book. pages and pages of goo in the voice. hear it and then. get some for all yr friends. good goo. put the phone back in the twentieth century. make words clubs if just. in that borrowed moment. wasn't we an army back then. o wasn't we a force to. back to finish your phrase currently
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