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Friday, July 09, 2004 that an album conditions memory
any way. that a room's wall punishes seeing any way. that we're tied up now but soon will not be. that an answer comes. that it is interpreted nicely. that you will understand any way. that and is turned over. that we become a string of answers. that we try over again and is understood firmly. that to play it on the stairs improves us. portrait
of young boy holding bow and arrow with drum on floor. a gender loss. the signal turns him into a toy. a tin. flat. junior green in blocky trousers. described. i wrote him out cold. and tipped the empty room. out. my century's loss. wilson's
flatness. a nearly uninflected plain wallpaper heart. a blues-free zone. or white on a wall. when beauty came. leaking tundras into clouds. saying stay and stay and Thursday, July 08, 2004 everybody screaming and thumping.
no it's the horns. we're modern and lack harmony. we voted the last time. against cruelty for horses. who'd nuzzle to the center on the xylophone. path. the merest sanity. saintly. all of what's
wrong with it. right here. one-stop. the end of the road. mutant kindling for the junkers. take a number. piano. pulled
my dry chicken. apart. pieces from black. stung awake so. these poets forgot the plumber's no. these notes overcooked. a string of Wednesday, July 07, 2004 sarge... this is tense in a
roundabout way. isn't it quiet enough or subtle. so. for the rangers here we're beaming out like moths into a bleary wet insurgency. we're knocking off tunes for bread. say. going over and under for the team. cranked on
a dream. he's the teacher and will not say a thing. probably enough. just to have arrived in camo. he's invisible. he cannot say how the little stones go. world of
things make me fly. big cloud head. plastic wings take me. it was one breath. was a fundamental dirge under me. going up. that kept us happy and concerned. sonorous as all beginnings. i'm here again. lavish. antic. Tuesday, July 06, 2004 inappropriate and. uninteresting.
both seconds from the tempest. bind it. bind it up and. go away. where we're not uninteresting or limp. in some shade- pushed lunacy lending to literacy a bruised earth-sea arm well the
ambiguity says a nice thing and a foul thing. but i'm perpetrated. i'm suddenly prismatic. okay in the last twenty minutes. or so. an agent such pushing
that the dirt comes up. with the light. even if you never did again. i'd judge. a blister. soul barrier. soul rush. soul demonstrations. make me nervous as the dirt. when it comes up. pre-recorded
for the flounces. a red explosion in these heady times. and a vote. made to break. i was in trouble and the newly bled vision too. we couldn't get started without murder. so tired. pre-recorded. set to go off like a book. or a dance. Monday, July 05, 2004 norther than a puddle. a cool inclusion
bridges. havens in heat. so the white called grey pretends a serious point. we're studied and released for going. moved like pieces. along the edge i'm seeming. swollen faces made me go. a vulgar
term is used here... don't read if such offend in these charming keyboard suites. the old poet is nowhere. a gorgon piety survives. elsewhere. but here there's none for the cure. only the old man. poet. can save that word. fuck. i'm sorry but it's likely. not a woman. this is not a challenge. but noted. somewhere. i-55. north of odell. soft and sacred in the ear. precise. Sunday, July 04, 2004 to be a minor. a thread in. a bit. this dust blown. or away in some black river. fishbait. made a minor bug. parted in the middle. photographed once. and that should be enough. one hair of the dog. who jumps. back to finish your phrase currently  |
