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Friday, March 11, 2005 remember to put... the lifesaver
next to the car keys. in peru the llama stamps out tiny suns. in argentina blue facist audio relaxes moonward. it was the tango we missed. it was red for traction. green for these newer towns. then we came home to a string of zeros. next to the car keys. all grinning. pardon in
the laughter. landscape freedom merges a prodigious dine for an elegant warhol. cheap theater pop. for all the motels on the strip. desire equates me with a unified germany. pushing star. pulsed as an acrobat's constellated self-portrait. i was praying all day for you. i was a fragrant gas. ordinary
technologies' mirage. put my foot in one and went. never knowing. blind to the way. its grimace smokes mental. if it was a fragment it would be a story. but not just a small. one. the works inside whispering golden gears. worn logic. as much as seduction's rabid bearskin. the bugs. the faith. Thursday, March 10, 2005 simples and sorrows believe me
who's. books come flying just as a window. simples believe me. a gracious account of delivery. they came just as. we left our dignity hanging out. tuck it in they cry. but we in sorrow smother times. Wednesday, March 09, 2005 an aluminum wow. as only 11 gods
lovingly liked. these humpbacked days until spring. make programs break out in public. no alarm. we're everyone's busy clock. they call for smutt books. catching the roles up past midnight. leaning on magazines. we painted whole rooms. laced. & assigned all FREEDOM's 11 ifs. who says
quite. teacher. and lovely. no one. look it's an army marching. vile illusion coming for our loveliness. with the kids out back. the reasons standing up like tulips. like limbs we nicked and said quit it. love. i love my nation. Tuesday, March 08, 2005 better cannibals. that need some.
and have been interested. despite last minute indictments. my soul is an eleventh-hour exile. spoken over rice and nice fish. my politics police the miniature museum. force trotsky into stalin into. soup. of ourselves made of hunger. it's already too late for seconds. take hours. mailing maps
to keep the catholics flowing. and losing the first of three sacred elements. bringing contributions up from brook shadow. or collecting one of the main struggles in wicker webs. fielding the well-prepared. the apparitions we made of paper. the betrayals. shaping the new ground jewels and card games. i'm average in the everyday long time. i'm for basic training. Monday, March 07, 2005 my so-called minority reasons backward
to hell. it was a bright day. all the bullies looked like mid-summer nasturtiums. the sky's bruised eye winked. a cute emergency stirred our polyphonic nerves. folded the bearer into swelling pockets. my so-called majority gets a comic arrangement. Sunday, March 06, 2005 stuck to the metal furniture. puts
me in mind to sing of love. a loose rendition of petrocelli's. next in line comes washing. the clothes we love better than phony opera. nervous in the spin cycle but just for the rinse. pick me up and put me down. i prefer the adirondack to the southern belle. get up. get up. nicely. through
the performance. into gradual retrospect. here we swoon. without a subject the shifting tone's not. not an effective decay. only odd. to write it such soldiers. sure. i could do anything. differently. hammering the last couple. dislodging part of. my brain comes to conclusions conjured flame on flame, and deep on deep. my recitation. enticer.
they struggled to conquer. an effortless storyteller. stumbling the upper middle class life. run off with logic. i'm a nightgown of meditation. i'm beautiful. the american one. in rich. in really. in disposable. ultimate. in face. in caution. entirely as a duck. fictional as the death episode. but true. Saturday, March 05, 2005 thickened versus ruined. gone versus
driven. heroic versus prolific. measured versus time. these in the basement remarkably damp. soft as misery. unkempt. i'm tearing out animals. they're fouling the set. i'm baking complex sexes for spiritual controversy. as knowing. read versus collected. weather versus waltz. episodic versus telephonic. ends versus end. seizure knocks
me into a traveller. a single abyss. hasn't the package arrived. has the gust missed us shaken and stirred. i'm thinking myself clean. in your image. created for weakly promises to be. was engineered and rattled by the papers. news gives me a less contemplative environment to go enjamb myself. you go too. in the mean time. out. back to finish your phrase currently  |