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Friday, February 18, 2005 just fingers going. up. that's
all. and i was ready for the fraction of a text. so say it. longing goes to my fingers. yours. going up. shortens this business of. my knowing what said it. i knew. it what he say.
go round. a stinger. of broken others. stupid bits and a camera. what he saw said it. once and meant it. really meant it so. the world wasn't waiting for us. we took it apart. we really took it. flat. and flat out. flat as an effect. would have
thought that. the event of having. a maybe in the ear. wasn't so bad as becoming the homunculus you thought you saw. intrepid in my frightening insufficiency. a shortage. eventually a notion solid as murk. as thought Thursday, February 17, 2005 that line. what am i chopped liver.
what as a noun turning out professions of terrific sleepyheadedness. there i was up to my shanks in. was it chopped liver from o so many transfigured. calves. a gust of virtue in the charnel spot. what am i a sop. a gore tipped in careful portions. hurry in. hurry in tunnels to me as formerly constructed of shirt shoes pockets full of minty goo. torn from
the idea of a class. the clacker block. suffering a reminder to stop it. which tongue went golden. as i stripped time for a bell's in. a ball in. was it. a carnival of refusals. that. i in some sound going quickly. away to hushed. we would not say from that moment to this. i what's a
saxophone. in here for tears. look i wasn't even trying. with a dancer. orders come for one foot and another so. what's a thinness compared to this vanity i rain down in mercenary mischief. a woe. Wednesday, February 16, 2005 abandoned on the sures.
uncertain. still as a peacock egg. still as an urgent call to burma. no longer burma but. as one other. myanmar. child of irawaddy vast and greener when i went over. o jungle day. o python in a glassy tract. o haze. gone over to the insects. crank of blood in handy gauze. a plump word. a question a marble
box. i put you in full throttle. i put a goner in my marble box. dusted the useful handles. here's a puzzle. what recognizes it's own fine consequences but never lets go. let's go. get it. do you. Tuesday, February 15, 2005 so far as. since ever this. this
is an. a never nounless. verge. not only to that which goes on. but well. so far in its folded. there. since ever. you. i took my
discipline out to play. it cornered a pheasant. a duck. but the sparrow got away. i told it to behave. it reasoned over me. the world needs shaping up. it's a mess. and i'd agree. but let's back off the bunny. yesterday
is valentine. it means and. nothing. reviving peppers for marching. that's no parrots for you. whatever. the correct answer in a paranoic valentine. we saw red. and meant i wasn't even. after the peanuts. a disaster in my head. to disappear. like a tone. like if you touch my old. my
recorded. my next. says yr a finger in. in the mix. master. of arches. tending home. weren't you ready for the match. i was. and kindled a rumpus fort. my inner. my rounded. my very. Monday, February 14, 2005 rivalry as a jumped up hour. it
took me trouble. which understands that bending a minute to music might last longer. good soon to be a self. soon to be golden and dependable as the next tick the next tock. so i'm done it. i'm done it. and not so weary as i was. as you were hoping it might turn chilly and profusion
wasn't necessary but welcome. we took it as an amplitude of handshakes. a treason. wastepaper notions about fun that takes us out of ourselves and puts us into an opening that smarts in brightness for a while until our eyes adjust. they say everything stolen accumulates punctuation. more imagination.
then it stops for a while. then more. and i get rumpled thinking it's just us. i was praying for everything and getting it. mixed up with nothing. and that's pretty important. too. i was a mouse and you saw it nibbling. i worried the others but not you. in your tower. listless as tick as tock. here comes the world as an itch. is this finally
not the plasticized rain tarnished window. but a voice slimmer than ink. it is. you get it. and it says there's an end to all flatness. it comes at the most expensive moment. just like two humans held in view. their dog empty now. and the red leash laughing. too. there's
a long question about integrity as a wire we might find behind the frame. we touch it and find outselves hung up. nesting for a time in the gray body. and adding also to the material energies we now understand to be. really true. in fact other than
stuttering. it's an open question. will we get the soothing or will we falsify a ruling. i passed out and you picked me up. so overcome by the saying. you know the old panjandrum about milk in your bones. we stand up now. straight. straight. see. and i feel pretty good about it. all this ice. can china
matter when we have a headache. can it reproduce in one billionth of a second the blood it took to make one of these miraculously useless keychains. one more toaster for the sodden empire. one more small pill. for good breath. for long life. can the small fish remember the art that pinned itself to shallows as light. sure i'm the father of it clearly i'm the mother of electronical chagrin. exhuberance
as pronounced in mandarin ink looks like an innovation. for the times. we go deep and shallow like sprinklers at dusk. dew. well. we do in principle. but some of us are not as purposeful or as liminal. so we settled for a foreign pronunciation and slept till three. heard in
place of. these tricky violent gaps. it was bird noise in general. without cats. yessing a path into all our refusals. mine comes with a lime-green plastic heart. i'm in tremors and losing time. yr what clouds compose when nobody's looking. too close. not a touchtone
but a princess. not a black egret but a solid melt. not ingenuity on the slope but an arc. not the stunning but the purposeful primal innocence. not an edge but here in person you meant me. you came over with rain. you heard the dog out back and called hey... is that you... i was wondering the same. but it was. we finally got there. and it was a good time. fun produces
a surplus of nervous grinning in us. we haven't the. the purchase price. but we've the. the power of attendance. so many in the back office. money for grub my lean fingers needles poked past. the smile we meant to read. which furthers
in plasma a brittle hush. all blues and greens surrender to sight. now in a throttled. human state. every struggling corporal issues an arm. i'm finally a chiming vessel. bounded for review. bounded as an architect by. Sunday, February 13, 2005 the present object measures me.
in twos the feather feature goes up. far and we can pretend it's a falling boy. look at the falling boy stretched out for three or is it five decades. look the cloud a blank field is waiting. ink dies fast a far way up. for all our scraps a rubber definition. compared to a bridge if one (which means it's time to demand an answer it's time to free up the fluttering forms that have been watching all this time and silent as stopped drains have been hoping that sooner or later we'll notice them in) Saturday, February 12, 2005 so many angry kids underground.
we told them go outside. play it's such a. nice day. ribbons are cut. no mamas. no aprons anymore. if ever. well they went underground. as roots and stones for moist black unsight. they went to sharpen their edges into a ruckus down. to fingertips. look they snarl in worm light. and. do. bite. as the formation
fails to melt it seizes. we learned the order. it took our order. i was regretting a line. and bruises. then i was back in the bricks of allegiance. you weren't. to call this a beautiful count. in the last bartok there's a power saw. still. we're counted lucky. by the fire. the kid who
could dance could dance did you see how the kid could dance an arm and a leg and arms and a leg and legs in a tub in a colossal tub i really meant the ones in heaven i mean they sent me to heaven in feet we unrolled and cut unrolled and we cut ice we cut famous ice for dance and i said this is the show can you see the dancing kid unrolling as if as we have never seen a blue show a plan in having to cut and shadow it did you see how the kid could dance the kid who could dance could dance back to finish your phrase currently  |
