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Friday, February 27, 2004 quicker steps this animal grounded
black as my remembers... i'm the welterweight just about any night the wind signs... or elegance replaces mine... my hesitant deliveries all wait useless in the fire... burnt your remembers too... i'm trying to believe in facts but please... i'm losing blood more and more into the sandbox... say less and less... don't go into no light i'm praying...
haven't you noticed my black fingers... each of my angles is gibbous... crude... i'm praying under the corroded sink... earnest in the rubble... ready to corner all fifty-three versions of god... i'm counting on the cave the lateral bud the new bromide i'm not carving
anything... thin geographies must find their own brokers... isn't this a falling beast... screaming into the next place... hundreds of boys and girls marching into themselves... cannot be wrong but might be less certain... even less certain than this study... not carved... or gilt but terracotta and chrome... dust red... i'm praying for it all always begin
with A... no treason convicts me... i'm a good one... fair ball... quick track... less subtle but here... you on the other hand... have a serpent in view i'm not
a big fan... the doom of the day burbles... here's another tar pit... takes a picture with me... put your hands on the correct opinion... shiver... stage movement for fish... the director suffers... Thursday, February 26, 2004 i'm farming sublunar timidity...
you farming it... too quietly out back... settle down... says the lawn... settle down says the roof... we're counting out the profits... green deeps in the shade... words end... urgent looks
predisposed this morning terrible knickers under the canopy help we are supposed to be thinking junk in the wallow a big never moon one thing and then another nothing Wednesday, February 25, 2004 nature's gone... an argument
in the stairwell... she's tired of his immaturity... you're just... such a boy well... yeah... barking at the window all hours... laughing a crack in the bungled wilderness... all useless games... serious consequential... true enough for a youth of fourteen an island
a blue window handing us over... other morose concerns decide to seem... you pretend an island a blue window Tuesday, February 24, 2004 an awful bleach job... a risible
goon... tempting the calculus of stuffed peppers... anybody and various suspect others called a plenary session... we all stayed home because... the moon wet us... the television upset us... the heart a terrorist in ridiculous trousers... carved us into bubbles first our
time is precious then we forget something... depending on what we call it... this is my personal moment... my self nodding into a grainy dream... a room for growing formulas into children... they wrestle down the attendants... spray them with sticky paints... none in color... break out the door fly off... now insects... into the somber morning... Monday, February 23, 2004 personally... how could you tell
i wasn't at my best... there was no puddle... the usual birds... something crawls out and chooses the second door... teasing left a trail of grey mucous just inside the window... dust everywhere... none of the movies mattered... i was distancing... collaborating.... losing time... not this
sentence... the sax veers into italics... for free when our blind boy start to shiver... good news for a twenty-first century botanical icon... turn here begin with the story of your first and last kiss... rare flower stirring in the books... kicking past the snare... hop my next signature
will follow an old ravine... i'm cut without bleeding... i'm extending myself... toward a meaningful wilderness... chamomile... a smelly creek... this is the hardest path... seven teachers in the sky... telling tales now... listening for the next human breath it was...
an italian satisfaction... welling up from the south like rain... where we'd been diving and reading pasolini... taunting contempo translations of archaic figures... surfacing for thirst... how the nervous carabiniere wiggled then pulled his visor down... how our lire bought everything... come back... come back to the grappa dump... we're waiting Sunday, February 22, 2004 all these
matters underserved... follow me into the night... stranded citizens choking in sequence... hearts rising like venus in the south... follow me past the marginal beauty of hospital parking lots lit... i'm drawn in chalk and scorn... my reason's black and blue... for you... glistens in the jaunty mad carcass tonight... all bright... with chance... follow me to the perpendicular catastrophe... to dawn's narrow dance my fault
that the summer went all nerdy... in my heroic account... remember when we hovered... above the middle class... sliding our pennies and quarters down slick in the soft spring rain... my innovation out of focus... but laughing and clicking all the way Saturday, February 21, 2004 i'm the falling roman empire...
i'm the lusitanian princess... i'm henry in the garden... vernon under threat of law... cancel my subscriptions... keep the next cat outside... reason me back from the edge of this... mistake as a hole
comes up... its flower makes me jealous... time enough for routine delusions... you've always got to be talking to someone... or the impulse fails... and nothing... no flower just hole... and a white draft... a rattle here here's a
kid's game... active in the mouth... just now... bulbous... crushed... and detoxed in every filial groove... our hunger isn't just the kiss... but light morsel's nothing... oblivion's kid brother... my path to quietude resents all solitude... three unsteady voices say weakly... x... x... yes... to this able zone back to finish your phrase currently  |
