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Friday, March 04, 2005 there aren't any trains. there
are no trains. and i don't like your tone of voice mister. think yr better than us. right. that's it. there aren't any trains. all put away by the bombs. commonly available as say picasso formerly accessible as kodachrome. these iconic works with their engines puff to the modern. and i still don't like it mister. arguably
epic. and yet hedonistic proportions are the subordinating conjunction. just before hundreds of sunny yellow pages fly up. there we mistook the subject for its information. it's everywhere in taverns and cafes. in growling north african shaggy dogs. stuck to shoe-sole privilege. predicates at risk. their barren coffers. see. to publish our way through these troubles. Thursday, March 03, 2005 boys. will don't tell. and bicker. it's not a door. is. this open. space. based and proof. of man. youth. friction. full. why bomb why. or what. is. forced to say to boiling. art one holds. arguments urges. fables to boys. will an actual
shining. a dress for whispering. when they want to hear. when it's light they need. to wear what's left of snow. a square-shouldered jacket frightens us. but a shining dress is not so troublesome. for playing bass guitar. for pitas. for all this chat. with nothing to do. with class. Wednesday, March 02, 2005 trilling as a place in the tongue
we need. as rachmaninov's les trois petits ébarbages. utter gossamer in paris. our footage improvises in modern kilowatts. each of the artists had an argument for good measure. but the tongue stopped detail. exports a revolutionary rigor. waggles
for the proletarian muse. this category unsettles me. aren't you too. unsettled by the romance. we took it for youth until he turned up with a comb-over. wages of sin. wags the dollars like meat near a sick tiger. lessons and harvests spawn a new lethargy for the old sparkler. moo. dealing hard
numbers. just in time for the bogus division. just whiling away. at loose ends as you in your robe. whose heaven is an irritant. hell. another itch. comes up the riverbank with an armload of bait. ambling even striding over a field we believed around our necks. a useful southern gothic. obligations. kudzu. fire ants. Tuesday, March 01, 2005 when it begins you keep guessing. for the length of a breath. then. it amuses us. but not you. it says. guess me. i'm undertaken. i'm slim. but you are an immense philosopher. riding a wave. we're blind to signs. tolerant
sun. there i said it. now let's move on. must there. be. a verb. everywhere. stand still. in the sea. a tolerant sun. in the stream. ice. Monday, February 28, 2005 i will have said in looking down that tremors come for good. it matters less to know the work than to have formed an open sentence from which matters leak. then in the central place we find fresh produce resiliently even accurately posed for sale. what are you to make of this. a tale comes to mind but you were so young. that credulity took most of your certainty for rides over long acres in a wagon. this was some time before self- service and you were happy to have your oxen fed sung and steamed down there where the blind words go. they are
none in truth. none in a blasted virtue. none in free companionship. none in going. in this. they are none in recovering. none in back rooms. they are none for the busses none for the chorus none in blue gates in dread in jazz memories in me. they are none in the wetlands. they're none in gas. none in the branded prose. none roughly overnight. none the last time we looked. none in me. not a one. Sunday, February 27, 2005 mirror pushed into the hole. fit a self with strings. struggles in the desert. my walk brings a catalogue. pursues the grandfather's guilt. which chapel coordinates mine. a golden display. relics for my gradual decor. an orchestral muse unconscious. wild genius committing whimsy. about clothing the journey. troubled or never married to. fresh razor employment. carted into these biographical foothills. separate the disposable weakness. sinister discoveries all over. shame unfolding resilient in bodies. authentically unusually insightful. one by one and credibly suburban. 150 black and white photos. i take the conquering episode. i whisper to end up dramatic. Saturday, February 26, 2005 pardoned as. my sentimental. my
fort. a catholic turnpike merger never felt so right. duress under asylum i make it. and yours is pretty. standard and pleasant. we're all forgiven as eight short liturgies fold into an absorbing story of semi-heroic rushing around. i'm packed for a field trip and gone. tricked in
the public display of. an exhibition of doctored photos. shot up with dying smiling they remind us of one reproduction. a tradition in tough neighborhoods. one face. one post. many faces. ill-fated and blessed. british for a minute then poor in round lake beach. a trick for strangers. tear your technologies. to bits. my psychic.
my ontological perversely to be blown better by bombast. better by breakfast. binging bungling believing by blueness bitten by binary blizzards. better. barked beyond by my ontological. my ophthalmological ably to see my psychological.
is my ontological stuckness in a. an a. an average ashy accidental allusion. an arch. an ache as an aversion. an animal abundance. an aptitude aroused as arrogance. astonished. about my ontological versus my psychic tendencies to be. back to finish your phrase currently  |
