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Friday, October 07, 2005 you
held a sufficiently small number of students back from irreversible choices. now as objects of cruelty laughter and heartburn they revisit your sentimental fences. take them out to yes. they're the lost stories of this country we sold. they've got the oyster cunning our narrative needs. you
understood that you could move around furnished as we are. books in the walls. start reading with skin. there's an old saying. you can't. true as far as it goes. inverted as if perverted. can't you. sure. i'm waiting for gas. Thursday, October 06, 2005 most
would be better off silent. rocking backwards. moved by was it fear. most used to roam. placing strange hoarse messages all over the land. still. better off silent. Wednesday, October 05, 2005 there
must be an immorality for stopping your throat with guesses. an immorality for stoned speculations. just don't go there we say. it's a grim brothel gutter saloon. an immorality of forgetting how a moment counts us one body at a time. of
which work we'd never expected estonian curses. your mother in a split-soul dugout. haven't we been jostled onward and upward longing in cabinets longing in yurts long enough. our stencils bark darkly fragile handle with car. with car. but we're nervous in a new middle twisted as the dowager empress is conscious of a new age. for us we seem tempted to shotgun the past as floating geometry torn painted limits we got past. yes curses at last light shadow down our vices. & we chip our skimpies out of ice. Tuesday, October 04, 2005 my
fish you face home. stubborn. shadow rests us evenly. an other. round spark. o green. you comet. come on my deeps. as deep. we're
abandoning wood. abandoned in most of the time i wonder what anyone tremendous fashion. a night for rubber means by health. you mean there's no chickens. plastic and counting. our one sickness and your face is flushed by straight landscape after another. in some purely natural impulse unconstructed talk that comes athletically. we're bent love or fine accomplishment. we say it's superior as musical aptitudes tumble us. pure but have no actual appreciation for we're gone like pennies. just the same. the utterly weightless forms all tugging guess
what i'm thinking. an opal collective. both ping and pong. strafing mercenaries. and how time turns into light just before dark. good guess. Monday, October 03, 2005 which
comes down to blessing what instruments we have. forked lightning and all noises we make in or out of calamity. blessing uses up a percentage of the state and whips it back to fire. like me in this condition. burning breath for a time. in the woods too. a wick Sunday, October 02, 2005 one's
a fragile shattery. one's a freak impervious. inconsequential as the next revolution in cars & discount superstores. indomitable innocence. see the red light as one's perfect indigence. lining a word with buffets and wallops one gets remorse. i get the objective case. a swaddled unbuckled Saturday, October 01, 2005 this
goes click. a thin rara avis in ruffled green glass. mark it. we're anonymous as say pain. one mixed sum. this still goes click. back to finish your phrase currently  |