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Friday, October 14, 2005 non
non. you say. form. and i'll fumble. the singer said france. it was a windy day. for sausage. we had pasta. blank and blue in. oui oui. the cold delights to whistle. say france again. you whistle. i'll no. non. oui. yes. always
resisting the sentimental. sometimes it's all you've got so you stand on a hill of sour refusals. that when you die you get a snapshot of yourself grinning detachment & impediment for the last of your titanic files. what music to accompany that premonition. vehement clumsiness settles you in for good. what
was bad drug us down for all morning. i set apart. i set myself. a part. of the art of badness drugging us down for all afternoon. some sinister burden. i'm coming over soon. it
must in a circle we've etched on the guess. here these sounds repeat our harsh precursors but we're happy to hear them round about now. we're dogs in moon sheets of inflexible plastic. but we still appreciate the nearness of wildflower persistence. chunks of punchy determinisms sing us. prophetic antiques. crutchy noises. potent oil. Thursday, October 13, 2005 i
don't know you might put signs in color on your ink. then follow them into a corner. think alone. that thinking covers many faults. warnings that smell funny. easy feelings as opening a beer box. i get your sudden removals. blank where the window went on. asking
how far to lunch or the point. finding the map in the crease. leaving an acre for the shadows. knowing you painted me just this far. feels
as one the pressure to dress up. a benign beige tie with subtle stripes. ears as trimmed. as less pointy than some. feels the call to be a better one. surprising even. a winner in a box of winners. an autumn spring. it feels ok. Wednesday, October 12, 2005 i
conformed a certain way in this omission down lake street. i looked out for practice functions moderate in loathsomeness. i sought verity in the nineteenth century's winsome slaughter. i lingering as an ogre. i on the trembling pillar. i the endless war stuffed with kids who knew something. i expansive as the lie. i bearing i. i brush away all excessive parts to the alley. i the vivid scene fading. i dropping every single propensity. i toothless in granite news. which
ugliness fishes out of the bank. then a cast of riches makes us runny. then the night-panda known as david. which from a box of boots seems most. the pleasantest and the trimmest cad. which read all together is a fire a why. Tuesday, October 11, 2005 or
i can do two or more simultaneously. but you would like me better in one .............. not this precious ............ ness. affix
the stamp. it hurts but just for now. for sailing down to fine sediment. we're gathering yours. pieces of us in you. i'm also some part of the great accident. loan me your new neil young. we're a. merely copied from a shifting soil. Monday, October 10, 2005 as
one jellyfish to the ocean. real language is an easy drift. a baby in transit. swag in the bag. here's the deal. you get sayings all winter then the persecution complexity kicks in yr subtle eternity. it hasn't been an abortion. but to make art of it sucks anyway. after hours you get an odd smell in yr hat and call me to fix it. i'm austere and bend farther back to old books i read in part be- cause they looked good on the shelf. this makes me smarter and enhances the free shimmy in my patter. you get two for one. a vaguely knowledgeable cluck. and a few unperforated days cast away and indigent. we all suffer unbiased and unresponsive as the sky. but we look good in these puddles. Sunday, October 09, 2005 diverse
and unseen we first ask you to place the box of remainders in a dry spot. we ask you to picture us there with you. inside gilt boards. the darker animals. we bring a light you forgot to ask for. heroic as you consider yourselves to be. without a candle. hardly carries farther than the pond. still insects approve. a faint in the slough. we're big enough to catch you fold you in sweaters of. us. the willing wailing. the strumpet specks. Saturday, October 08, 2005 inside
my harms standing entire as heaven. comes an electrical willing angel. nearer to the wall for walking toward god. circular stations coming on with talking devils. no reasons for the song i set in the nest of fire. standing now up to hear the holy news. house
of dread america. this is art. putting your candle down and follow a misting channel. or sleep unhappy sleeps all day. terrorize this for paint. an exploding science will coming. inform heaven to open many doors. instruct children to cover pets and bring books. a long journey coming like an explain of heroic ones. in the night we will see how far house of dread america goes to carry new musics twisted in oldest free. paints of indoors and outdoors freely. this comes to blinding us. all over. truly. back to finish your phrase currently  |