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Friday, September 03, 2004 o how the turtle bolts work. turning
box turtles bolted as wonder. brown goddie slinging worry up in a viscous pool. says look... the good duck... so eager to please. far as the
red action pushes home. then obeys. a tissue always gets me. it's a one-note portal that lost a gal. a gurl. again. so smothering o yellow views in the wall. o days for yellow harp. coming around.
a clabber dunce. a wizard in the barn. how was it. for freedom's sake. the hoot took root. art made pennies. on the go round. left us stilly. as. Thursday, September 02, 2004 liking salmon. as the rising. or
you'd say leaping. offering a canny structure. for our immodesty. it was. a tent of shadows. deleted.
as in the first story. an older man ringing. the moment furiously. descriptive and very creative. from belt to shelf. so. Wednesday, September 01, 2004 well why not the trees are interesting as calm and settled. on the other side the window preaches. a whole thing. and parts come with seminal process. all my soft
purpose. gone tough in the noon. i cradle like. i cradle under particular notions. they dust down the path i go. here i'm gone. tough in the noon. of leaves and a blue sun. Tuesday, August 31, 2004 short but not funny. heroes testing
the wait. twenty-six minutes and a bucket instead of a meaning. my universe sent you out. you came glued. a series of special looks. disapprovals. my foot through
it. then yrs a sign of clear thought. it was a cabin. then a lake. four geese three ducks. four geese three ducks. and listen. my foot through row upon row of blistered. bungled. autobiography. terrible
season of cups and poultry. you understood nothing very useful. you vague. you wedded pump. assimilate and forge the new. loping reassurance. we push each penny back to line. we injure poetry. Monday, August 30, 2004 hazard in a series of flukes. you
go then i'll. imagine the coarses of art. we'd take bold steps to sleep. forty bicycles dreaming. a goblet of bone once gilt. i'd been
the pixie for so long i'd become a doll you look for me. you mope. i'd seen a blanket under. the pixie. it's full of grief. and lost which made my funny again... a knife of mystyping... to say. see
you again. as giants see. saying. here is a good thing to eat. a trifle smelly but. take morning. take reasons. take willing faces. Sunday, August 29, 2004 marge. keep wanting to say.
marsh or marginal. so intrepid so quizical in the mouth. o summer's gone. here tripped over the rough edge. scaling down sleep's trembling escarpment. escargot and carp in pockets. hands burnt and bloody. ready for a blue line. mercy. Saturday, August 28, 2004 stop. sober telegraphy. erratum. a gumption. threaded. ordinaries. unusual as history makes. the clowns committed. here another gesture broken. path as tried. then arrested for better place. where being goes. mine good
as yrs. as well. too. came to the fascist moment. stick yr marx meter in a sea chest. drown yr baby litterbugs. some pomes need a good spanking. in theory. what little
good as feet. loss and purpose. i'm. doing the yellow vine. vague as prose stitched in. for thistles coming porcelain. i'm. universal and conjugated as morning. what seems
gone. built of incidents. mine a verse of daisy. daisy. so timid. to say never expect sumerian lords. raking down the sun in horses. grief in the oranges. all flat stones. back to finish your phrase currently  |