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Friday, February 11, 2005 for the best stop. for laughing
out of mind. for an axel on purpose. for o any skeptic. here tunnels. here ruined pages. here the reggae stroller on an arc toward the next eden. what our teeth meant in goodbyes. who. he serves
without credentials and picks fitness for the crowd. so swerve or jump it. masses in faces weren't no parade loss. who dresses us minute by night. the tiny rules in wallets are done watching us. who. we in our golden nerves. immaculate tractors. us. you must
pay this. a standard. a terrible thing to correspond in evolutionary terms. to an i in white socks even when the dance is finished full of. balances for grace. balances for ed's old. was it. ecosystem. while i'm trying to eat. about the
whale wasn't it a fatal engine. sure. here in this body. as the harried kinesiologist shuffles in. we're a subtle contrivance. nerves sentences. days for pushing centuries without big ideas. just plenty green shadows. & a guess Thursday, February 10, 2005 all for the sake of. new things to say. floats down these orders to mumble insinuate and impune or. get out into dearest. love reliant over and under the current the energy of. subtle soil. at large
is futile. what looks like a line is really. a canyon as deep. a finger's force. a child. watching what snow does to books. while we lift time like a shirt of adverbs. a line Wednesday, February 09, 2005 it does
get to be pretty boring. as an assent becomes the night we left the book. the night was gargantuan in its television. we struggled past we weathered rude tall weeds and voiceless. to leave the book. boring that. it does get to be pretty. it. an arm for
the romantic course. a blanket. what the tree meant in all the bibles. tent the tribe. against saturday rain. cartoons are all re-runs. said the games are broken. you be the priest and we'll be the sinners. now we need
a series. a tool of them. now in the foot holes. made silver as tomorrow coming. a brace of lances for leaves. now. now tomorrow leaves us going to settle a border. red rocks all forgotten in a row. some fuss in a range. of a told stone device. here sudden. going all a sudden difference. a box then. in a row of coins. a side. Tuesday, February 08, 2005 add the dry ponder. argument flowers. a world's possible like birds. beaten. then another fragment. a claim for. an option surrounded. meddle with these in a gray bowl for a while. flatten in a headache light. busy with bruises. tell to give. tell in bundles. tell far off. listed and.
proposed as hot crime. denied. any such as this. and an eventual success. as the renowned conductor functions. i'm on stark reality as it bolsters my prime numbers. i'm pumping the heart of three with tragedy. hanging the doom of seven. seizing the hometown palette by the eye. Monday, February 07, 2005 the hookahs of our youth in crazy
world took all the fury. we were happy then in the hemlock in the laurel caves. we wrote whole engines of portability and carried them. we carted them to delectible campuses and revved them. the hookahs took all the birds and took them to poetry. quotas blot
me. time's green spike. football currents. a thesis in jelly. these ruffs and tuffs dunk me down. i'm all for thumping dread to sleep the eager the buttered the salted. intelligent.
so tell me. what ruse was it. you know. we were used to paper that. a few nights. sure wasn't a flying insect. read as yr mechanical hitch. took it for pure song. was it any girl's. yr muse. Sunday, February 06, 2005 that when you becomes if not a
lie then an inaccuracy one thin moment along with the rest. that ineffective unforgiven slant. when scaredy boy sits up in light. breathing and an opportunity. a site as the adults say. here this site pretense with a lung full or two and a pulse not false. tried to say and think one true thing. so you appears no ghost for the moment but perfect in its personhood. perfect for a site to pitch tent in full light. o there he is. and the other. with the other. pale but clearly there. then is when it. then when it says. a foot of
me in green is enough but a yard's too many. i was white before the prairie map. was it death valley. there i was pale blue and privileged to know it. enlivened as a thousand plants come trembling from a ruined town. i wrote this pink. simple in yellow. contorted in plastic. helpful in how. why would
any one do this. over and over and over and. you helplessly reduce what they seek to talk about it isn't fat. but lean. why do the francis dance. in a skirt. when pants are good. why. self slander.
you. there wanted. blue in constantine. ever meant. a new sound. without you we're red severely and whited hope. seen trying. for ever shall be. real. for god's stumbling glories. so. just nice. just another bad one. dried and blown off. let gone in a second. Saturday, February 05, 2005 a little
more vibrato there for cousins. we lost them in the seventies. translated back into the audience. looking for thick paper. without a recognizable process. all my hairy cousins then. went looking for tremendous paychecks. we. on the tremolo now. o. small as the pale roots. small in the distracted cafe. in the song. odds edges.
i a soph. can you hear it. i a clam in the ocean. i broke on the in side. i know it i a knowing one. of who talk in the way off the edged. as odd. but i wasn't
singing did you think i was such old-fashioned. did you. i was telling time. it wouldn't listen. so what. i had a rough symbol for it. i was modern all the way. an elk. and the time. the song. the telling. stood a nuisance. in my way. and nothing came of it. but. one thing. back to finish your phrase currently  |
