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Friday, November 04, 2005 if
this is the kind of thing you like jump me like a fence or a rival nation. ask what the. what the. a kind of somewhere agriculture farmers get but hardly anyone else. a flat accent astounding as anywhere illinois not chicago. jump me as one of the folk dangers burning on a cross of gold fictitious in all my parts. i'm waiting for you. and your many. just efficiencies. as in shakespeare's temp. all
references are static while we sleep we get versions of old business and north creeps down malicious and disrespectful visiting silence with thick mitten material we get versions of old business and north suspects an illicit alliance among mistakes visiting silence with thick mitten material those who have acted are resting in change suspect an illicit alliance among mistakes and refuse to be comforted by rude technicians those who have acted are resting in change made of perfect hammers and lovely counterpoint and refuse to be comforted by rude technicians or in the case of years by certain vague heralds made of perfect hammers and lovely counterpoint witness and question timing and death ice and yes or in the case of years by certain vague heralds erupt to proclaim expand delimit and hack secrets witness and question timing and death ice and yes there are some crimes none of us expect to commit erupting to proclaim expand delimit and hack secrets we prefer to polish lovely mirrors and painted doors there are some crimes none of us expect to commit such as misanthropy handsomeness orthodoxy and genius we prefer to polish lovely mirrors and painted doors creep down malicious and disrespectful as misanthropy handsomeness orthodoxy and genius all references are static while we sleep just
before saving day. the road there's poem. electrical chess. ashley sam erin and joe. pete. these are ugly things. they are mine. mine. mine. in a won't's blinky mug. in a trappist gladness. Thursday, November 03, 2005 to
have lost the way understanding that others slink more efficiently towards the goal the prize the central peg on which gets hung the goat. there's a window in every map. seizing
holes o. twinish. o seizing holes. next to fifty i love twenty-two the best. encourage me in all the perfect numbers. holes haven't. but edges have. o replied. these in new york are odder than chiclets. it's the traffic and the stone-filtered gray. taking any chance into opportunity. i love. turn
away from these fictions. talk like a regular person. if you love me i will give you everything. the trash is full. never expect too much. what grainy individualisms. i'm not the last of my kind but you may be. the last of my kind. your back is always turned to. the farm. Wednesday, November 02, 2005 what
i meant coming over. you understand. i was precious blue clouds all over my instants. i was arranging fresh and foul for starters. what i might call you might call. a tempting rust then the walls go for us. swimming in broken holidays i'm the least of your problems. and yet we've all got to eat. something. my old records for instance. so you understand. flat
wordly song my profanity. my great intersection. go. no stay. in the narrow gates i'm doubting yr thrombosis & yr snares. yr nets of blue rice. so my forms and my planets go. astral stump of my angel tree. Tuesday, November 01, 2005 why
don't the world. furniture. plainly spoke as dirt we swept. out on it. why don't this ruffling correspond. to the day. to the breath. good questions scarcely. and appropriately. when a farm boy. when a farmer girl. goes on. a
notorious tableaux of foreign tenderness. a portion for charity. as twisted away from. not easily scattered as. truthfulness. say. a real tic. Monday, October 31, 2005 still.
troubled by a crude aboutness i stitched. it's about no i. in summer shorts. young & long ago. why anything slanders i. in a burning world we made it go round. tricked us into i. brought it for i's own windowstill. now about this. i here. i
willingly as in combinations rude and delirious upended an inexpressible. so what you get tinkles. and what i get glows from the previous suicides. our understanding an uptorn tree measures our understanding the pages and blots of infant melody. it's all a great wind we got. mannered.
see. i carved it from an old stump. terrifically tender. see. we're supposed to expire. this is the end of a mannered opulence. you see. my necklace of bricks. see. a plastered halo. glug. but not mannerly. an arthritic artifice. pieces & Sunday, October 30, 2005 in
the amalgam i found a crude picture of a dog. isn't everything ready for our phenomenal slink. yet in hands as willful as ours this slacker flies. over here i'm always a listing injured passenger. a print left behind for the drifter in barcelona. it's heaven when we bark up the brightest tree. how
many unsorted at last. as the permanent backbone triply trashed. or an accidental heap we get for being kind enough. all my geese are wondering now. slabs of plucky certainty. hollowed. no more lumps in grub. but smelly like a bullyboy in transit. presidential even. i'm the illegitimate heir to the old narcotic assumption. my borders meet carelessly. habitually. blurred to tone. Saturday, October 29, 2005 what
loss last night by an inch an itch. what an extraordinarily fine bazoo. what the conjunction splattered all over. what as in stuck as in unable to go go go. what forever as in anthropoid sluggishness. what toady what turtledove what foul play. what yesterday homely as an aphid. what. i was just looking. just joking. what. a
random hushing takes me far as the walk then the trees take over. what they want. they want. and i want. i want the trees to take over. take cover. here come the trees in high dudgeon. slamming the door in Meg's face. the door made of trees. as my mind's tree full and hushed again. wanted an ache of sweet tree syrup. got domestic injuries to boot. besides. the trees as well. it hurt my condensation. all these trees stoop low. something the performance cut short. a blow to the hush. goes ungarnished. frozen root. inside i got these crazy dreams i got these back to finish your phrase currently  |
