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Friday, March 12, 2004 testing my filament... now an improper...
pretty... critical pose a glide back to reason before dinner... clinking sordid metal binding gutters for rain merchants... you too... touched enough to qualify... an utterance... their deliberate threat... hot burrows... boxed... consider prose... please... prose worked in
wood... we throttled faith's cool design... and martyred all good sense... to serve a bleary hope... that somewhere a big sun would blister all smallness... my simple fumbling your black muddle... rapt... a globe soft corrosion
in the blinkering light... a stout bundle of what's been done... a tall order of thinking here's an energetic combination... the need to ponder a whim... the terrible dish of day Thursday, March 11, 2004 i'm ready and dancing... heroically
modern... alone forever... but i never play pinball... i sort my drought into theories... wounded as an other head... lacing ordinary shoes... you suck
and freely delimit the possible... but for breakfast it's... talk about ignition... paper fissures through which... we wonder how difficult seeming to mimic resistance... might be Wednesday, March 10, 2004 sorry... i meant the sky unseen...
the field paved for shopping... look for me under your new sofa... modern pomes are ugly pomes... radiator sung... motored toward conditional relief... a cocktail dervish swimmer under contract... sorry i meant the sky flash
gordon's theremin broke when his ship stumbled down to the crusty martian plain... no jiggy processional now for the minions of emperor ming... argh... hush... iconoclastic fog... go to commercial saturn's
delirious and invisible... here's the collapse of associate childhoods... he took us at our words... and strange skies came down... tempers cautions bleedings... fixed us... grateful... dissolute for now Tuesday, March 09, 2004 everything haggard everything swift everything roped and everything gone everything grown everything said everything bogus for everything mine everything homely cluttered and blank everything modern as everything spent everything certain everything sudden everything coughing like everything red everything standing everything cherished everything naked naked naked everything everything marching for everything taken everything closing and everything calm everything holy as everything runs everything everything everything runs everything pardoned by everything soft everything doing every thing everything it's his
class the elbows know how to sit with the salaries going up and the unions reasonable... home's a good word for feeling well... structured like a frontier necessity... we learn nothing's permanently safe or wrong Monday, March 08, 2004 say the city is not a cage or say
we're pigeons we're sharp enough any day to put on the sky in fact we carry it... modest in all honesty... up with us... and the traffic compels an effect... call it Evidence for the Existence of Ecstatic Things... or quantity
a nuisance... i haven't counted breakfast but i will count lunch a dreary bowl of fuel not fun... you... husband of terrible questions... why did jupiter... what replaces constancy... when do the northern tremors... now settled... a sum... so plain in flat light Sunday, March 07, 2004 before no body... there was light rain through the night... there was magnetic adhesion an easy problem... the sky was an easy problem... the test passed all questions... stone and the heat whiffled... before no body... sentence seemed unlikable... verb stumbled out to pee i was imitating
a string of birds then i was unnumbering the neighborhood backwards neither helped drive the tight willies off or cancelled this gulping mania... a film might resolve my disappointment but art likes an earnest mister... a new hand monumental in granite... imitating flight well you
can't be afraid anymore here's a blue flame saying questions here's a contorted mouth... reminds all the women to come back in a day or two once the boys have finished... you fear these deep deaths and inclusions... but you mustn't hold it so nervously up to the light... no one cares what happened mixed & a fortune in... collateral my class & you free thinkers merrily done time & temp a trying to dissolv... me pulling down
the wind of my god-face... here's the deal... i'm an emblem tattered to fade but kindling a red fire to scorch... or take a meal anywhere... these birds so flinging... tremble me in the yawning heart... faster Saturday, March 06, 2004 i'm getting ready to say something...
a true line with hands and feet... winter's deep... now all this has been warming and warming... ready for somewhere a binding fact... it will be as all these have been a nature poem... still quiet... more than these... have been... so frantic to say what's not happening next to what is... neighbors useless as a silhouette's heart... except it gets to say look over there... nothing here but there all light where the kids play... wholly bright sealt sent
delivert... under time under tentseam... a lisp too no lisp in the... gumbers and teet gone all the durning all the drug combinates a lurk t'day grows verdant sullied boys... all in a row & carted to the clink... warmed over again & settled like a terse one on the covers... under covens tune what did it mean what it might have... been huddled hunderds a little thunders... all the way down all this matterd to nights forced... monks the farce to got it gone... real gone as a game box shutterd back to finish your phrase currently  |