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Friday, September 10, 2004 for the world shatter. as an organ
of the previous god. still in the firelight. savage heart denuded. torn elbows. cruisers. bleeders. homers and drips. labile invasions. you forget it and go. just. you forget it and go. and go. was this
coming back. i seemed a good. i seemed a good moment. then came back. a stash of phrases. a bucket coming back from perfect. evaporating soon. was this a game i laughed. a pain. a cookbook dog. Thursday, September 09, 2004 offering to stand. or deliberately
modify the room. i picked that mediocrity. up. in sight of a blunder my soliloquy goes tumultuously brown as a fart in view of the century's passing. all in suits. ties. i. there.
done and happy to be. as significant as. any one. which feeling gets. noticed. says the pure page. of light. for typing
faster tries the air. a quest. but heavy as dirt in the doing. a bludgeon's descent. man's heart's complaint. tried as the bassline. a song of plenty doled out. we've got just what you need, mister Wednesday, September 08, 2004 my woman days behind me now. a
tremendous shudder rocks the craft we meant to keep us steady. a tree or a kite. my man days buttered on both sides. drop. this is your
turn. shallow vaults over us pretending news. bladed as for a dunce. whose ears pop on active verbs. coming home nightly i'm worried. in a state. ready for it. Tuesday, September 07, 2004 dirty after paleolithic concert.
broken after dinner. your title. to it. an obscene preposition. tiled if reading all the passages. from. my pretending. time when i was dutch and micronesian. an extrovert and captain of the bully watch. drunk of an evening's egg. where three
roads. looky. there's us and here's the chance to. anybody'd take it. hasn't seen it'd think a lesson from the skyway. calls us pretty good grafters in the garden of perhaps. one of these goes up. we're busy being. enough. and this cloud opens a jar of nuisance. spread it thick. as from a jar of no aversion
to subject predicate clarity. yet. whose feet are those. in the hall. a shout. a nervous twinkling speech. concern of objects. standing for themselves. we gloat our way. in. scored and
patient moonrise. blue palms. black. heresy tells us. the sky listens. to regulate a dog point to your finger. i'd weld it to bird song. Monday, September 06, 2004 in this rude spell we're a flume...
a fluke of 19th century ill humor spewing decisive tell-tale verbs. losing the bustle. snuck into the bigtop for visions of horses versions of riders. flame behind us. look. down the creek bed. mud in our dream makes day. without
the day's cruciform blinders, i'd overflow. told and sold a pair of small white butterflies. believe it rains then. or thought goes to old canvas. which you meant when we startled you out back. color stuffs our. or our laughter butts heads with. the organ nobody plays. aubergine.
at odds with the company. severely stung. fronds. a plurality. a groundswell. we're the ones. insignificant. lollygagging in a balm. not swollen. Sunday, September 05, 2004 whether talk.
sumptuous bark. skitters blues. nouns enunciate. verbs very. still. sunny one. yr coming birds. yr newly howled. hush hole. what's that you got... a ticker. engorged. mainly a
crawl. to the door. you said you'll find me. i remembered. smiling or teeth. to the troll's grey door. while. nervous youth. meat. signed for birth. heroic starch.
isn't it time we. or push through to daylight. arsenic. arsenic ice and gold. these treasures trouble us. and isn't it time we. got. gone to tuck
it in. as if a flight of bee. veers out. these reasons foment disaster. as if engines idle. as if permission comes. as notice takes the last slice. Saturday, September 04, 2004 anechoic. i dropped it. as. coming
from somewhere. here my thought. uses enough oxygen. as. they say there is no space in sound. or a tremendous liking. rises. burns. stereophonic... plump and attractive. irregular
as an option. the light path. morning in red light. or the dark. you may prefer traffic gnomes or satyrs. syllables torn out of mist. say this comes heavily. old voice. the author coughing to say lepidopterist... an aphoristic old coot. back to finish your phrase currently |