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Friday, January 14, 2005 you keep saying us & yr going down.
there's no noses can't sniff you out. mammalian. reptilian. yr last green page. & you waste it. on us. us. arguably
a crime-scene particular. this skein of religion astonishes even the undried paint. here's a god taking requests. who will. who shook a script around in our young faces. in our thralldom we're cinematic. polemical as the world. timid in the cockpit. one eye in the bomb. nestling
& deranged. on the clock. for a god's in. time. in books. we go loving. wrestling. for bodies & slights. without leaves. with hard grinning. iron & danger. wild cells. Thursday, January 13, 2005 i dint now anybody. so bigges dragons
much aint scared a me. but not nowing is to much. for me to be. i laff at em. ounces or liters of false impressions. bogart maybe nixon doing me. all wrong. gets me all wrong. everytime. every. time. every. every. g. d. time. whose like
crying at the paper cup. it was coffee and not milk. we said in prose here try this stupid. so the next bird. and the next comes down like a fresh train. and we're making irrational numbers ache. encouraged by the knell of the ring-necked pheasant. a minch
in the traces. was he said. what hardened so around us. a finch loss. red in the sounding bloom. will it matter. as brief to finagle a scene. coming over ice. filthy matter down the swoop hole. goes as for restraint.
here's a forgotten something we once. or i meant to. but nearly attended. the birch bark committee. the ant sessions. i never said you. because its eyes perhaps. but never put the delicacies. back. my bad. Wednesday, January 12, 2005 why they all begin with w. or i.
or s. i couldn't say. see k. see. g. we ruts out into day. pretend sight. get sore when visibility flags. a ride for freely. spoke the names of incan dances. & said nothing. muscular en forma masiva while they all begin with w. i. s. or a. item
more ink. bothers me item fog pie. a lesson for land item you comb. taking blood back item three a. left over silk item nigh time. i am a factory item tangible wheel. bothers me item bothers me. bothers me gainsay the
spiritual porridge. to enervate geography we've got to find a good masseur. mastiff. matador. then we've a ruination in our fingers. since we're it. rubbers are so useless in high snow. we complained without doubleness. and where might our soup be. as spirits. with too much perspective. the dumps in frenchytown owe something to verdi. or bochco. or koch. a temporary. tick. we're so convicted and sent. settle something then. send this surplus to the sea. Tuesday, January 11, 2005 no code for the inserts. just an
elegance in the trailer. we were going so far. youth and truth. one for all that. brings no code. just. it's only fair. to say. as you say. dance. what beard.
stray cur. wind out the center goes. what fine bumps you have. any sitters. for a small fee. marry me. in the pencil. early onus drooping dull. reasons a slight. as teeth. all bodies strung lightward. back. when
i was a morning. and you were the trout in me. such. they go on. one singing the other. a blue sheet at dusk for example. both light it up. both frigid in suspecting sleep had removed their carefully shredded documents. all about
shoes on a wet day. their discussion took time but it was a symphony of voices without words tongue lips throat or breath. but you get it. right. there are all these shoes. to harp.
o my god it's really hot. that's ok. i didn't reserve it. so you'd go. why bend. made a hive of it and shuffled. yeah. no sign for that affirmative blow off. moving on Monday, January 10, 2005 i'm still made of ground. i'm the
rules. you get to announce the spoon. once the batter's up. this is a back and forth democracy. we voted and we took off. our car noises down friendship streets. what what
it. took me for a sonnet. i was snoring. i was a bland box. stick it in the pacifier. take me home. wasn't you the preparation. undertook too slowly for a good guy. make yr friends pay for it. make them bring food. large boxes of grainy goods. let a broom cut loose. just once. a rug. o you doll here i'm being the one. a chorus. a grand opera. be x enamoured.
by silent particles we trestle. time. all this hoopla comes down. like ringers on a sunday. still we count on possessions. as on rulers to keep us straight. enough. xy understood as variable bits of me losing. heart. all in tears and nothing to say. so to push
children. into next and next for a link. i'm going out on a. limb. over an arch. to fasten light a disguise. you will be she in the large dress. you will rearrange your hair to frighten children. with lots of ts and ss. Sunday, January 09, 2005 harsh to say. you've seen the most.
i can do just about this. and leading the rescue. come hindus. bright wizards. and wheels of eyes. i include impact. fighting talented accidents or pieces in the husband's house. you've seen me in a flitting mood a moth a hawk a leaf of tea. knocking
pleases the deep impersonal. presumption. what follows the academic abstract. shuns the tune. what comes up a ballet or whimsy of glue. comes in. was solace.
silence. blooming in the noises. the studied. parts of. my questions i was a roofer then a sider. i made maps and lost them. i bobbed for treasure. i said this is a lovely morning. flowering vivaldi then a hole. Saturday, January 08, 2005 where the line went. the preface
took mine. a row of colors in air. said as fire. a death a match. took inches and pasted them mightily. arches for washing. tons of pronouns and in turns. we went looking for the line. and went if i knew
a story. i'd need a few lines. and put some children in them for growth. and then worry about their coming up with ideas. and stuff them with spiced potato soup and rich meringue and never forgive them when they sputtered white nonsense and then every morning i'd display them in glassine tissue and the audience would understand they were not actually children and our trips to the fallacious islands would be cancelled but reported and even studied as to their content and purpose. their controversial purchases and i'd relax in the light of it all. back to finish your phrase currently  |
