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Friday, August 06, 2004 turning away beats it. us. we're
here in the words. tall enough for the moonrise. but an angle plods in. home studies. us. we're nine feet away. then sky a screwy compulsion to type clouds. assorted reams. that sound
and then blind... i am one. for the passing. comes calling and deaf. for the signals at night. in a sleep. one of the forests. coarse. free. not some small symbol of. impatient. but to hold. that sound and then... twenty-six
fingers and toes. as mad-making congeals or flourishes tumbling. i'm a plate of smothering goo. yr a guided missile. yr a hookah sentence. sleepy at the inn of the twenty-seventh hello. Thursday, August 05, 2004 attentive to differences. my critic
made of harsh germs. dialed something new into precious company. and we got sick of patterns. broke our tongues said enough terror. i want content in his absence. in level memory i'm hip.
to what trees get. figure the oughts into dailyness. that winter spelled only. control. the next sentence didn't. fear. to the difficult.
birds. and paper. a thin border then an opening for play. we've got the best jams and preserves. tell me again that the sun says. breathe. Wednesday, August 04, 2004 what versus
attention you called me stupid. well then resurrection. i'm pattern upheld. you can count it. on me forgetting what you. but the pencil
broke. or i never had one. for example when it's very wet. or. just because you paid me to. then suffer. then the pome made a comeback. and sold. turn the
problem. justification or this abstract. i'm reading what you wrote and finding it here. then a cloud formation. then a flicker off left. the issue folded looks. calmer in the overcast. Tuesday, August 03, 2004 threw my book to the window. harped
it then broke a plane. in a second. threw a book and the mirror. strummed the nightshade. down with new joy. all pocked from the running. here's a mad one running. its intention
to follow sight lines established in the nineteenth century still interested to become. packed my cinema with flowers. packed my cinema with blurting. signs of. trouble.
near boxes in the detritus. time. disguised. undistinguished small parts. say this comes every day. daily come the drafts with winged or. with a plan. Monday, August 02, 2004 two parts just as one. follows
a rough road home. brakes for small theories. our wild yes on the limb. confuses and pleases. a spin for the night calls. our short spelling. heart. devises earth for height not width. and burns. if you have
to look it's not. to recognize yr here. whose advice tips the sales. my big board selling. and smiling. face the fact. we're sold and looking. Sunday, August 01, 2004 why. don't you talk about jesus. o. i need. to do. some of. that. just as we. say. a river's edge. or sky. that keeps
coming no matter what fountain or metaphor pouts into the morning. keeps at it. pricked into light. sound as an if. and matters in seconds. in the way.
always. still. harmless enough. a moon gets fired for timidity. a boy lost his reasons. by the way. it smiles. you can measure yr plot. Saturday, July 31, 2004 the diagonal heaves. a stretch gone lighter than a black pot. irregular as i'm. ovoid but tough on. the block we pushed. off. from. youth
will be served as in italy where excellent design and old stone chaos on the radio in the camera dei still for youth the somber expectations mustn't stumble as here we've given everything to pleasures punk and stout there isn't
any more i than a poke. and we're ground up for it. i put it under your roses. you pulled my left gear. and suddenly the door knocks. and suddenly locks. no us. no more. capable and
incapable. of the ground that takes us. sooner and later. any pace. by the river dump we loitered. singeing swallows for their song. o. back to finish your phrase currently  |