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Friday, April 01, 2005 this should convince you to put on your boots. the swamp is for music. it reeks and reels seductive as an ivy tower's shelves. frogs frogging everywhere. a simple sentence to diagram. put my hands in brown water. a deep surmise so vital it got my knees to itching. an accurate species. laws. for mathematical provocation. a frog every fourteen inches. course joe
strummer had it. and shut past the door. his in the wondering night. was a road thing. a bit on the lam tale we like. the big world diner. heaven penciled rude. noise. make me the nightshift captain. i'd serve it. up the sky mountain down the shacks of white smothered towns. motors no fatigue. no sleep. shows an
open frame. you wouldn't need a dictionary to fill it. the unreasoned form we take in breathing us. the flame never came so close to the hole. i took you for angelic purposes. i took the whole box. packed a good lunch not knowing if there'd be elms or oaks or whippery willows. and took the picture where no one ever shines undimmed. but watch as hunters do. a sky. Thursday, March 31, 2005 Your credit card debt is a FRAUD!
slave to a slab of heat coming off the sky slave to bending the next branch slave to the breathing next or later slave to justice verisimilitude ephemera slave to the edges continually slipping off slave to original music slave to fetish religion A New Model A New Mode slave to finance YOU need this for YOUR children slave to death to haunts to great cities and small slave to enigmas of innocence slave to the vague one slave in the judgment slave in the book Get a Free ONE in 60 Seconds slave to the seige of improbable delight slave to the unabridged the faith the language the slaughter YOU can do this Without intelliGENCE slave in the afterword slave in the preface slave in the middle where slaves travel DO NOT PAY FORE IT slave secrets slave churches slave statues slave soul harmonies slave wit revisionism slave on the surface slave on the radio slave to upper-class comedy slave in the public persona slave as the only female slave prince slave king Be A FULL-Fledged MEMBER slave brushing and combing slave complicating slave slave filming slave mourning slave units slave tricks slave opera ALONG with ALL other Art WORLDS slave poetry dazzling fascinating slave keepsakes slave palaces slave magic treasure SLAVE more complex than informal SLAVE hearts in a pile of SLAVE mornings what SLAVE what long SLAVE what dove all slave everyday one slave after another to love to sun to thresholds to cunning to clouds floors seasonal truths to fluttering muttering cluttering puttering guttering on better to
say this is empty. at least yr swimming. sounding the deep flats arguably pebbled over with drowned bones. not precise. not shadows. take my hand and. these nuances do no justice. what you twist twists you. deep cities dreaming. Wednesday, March 30, 2005 god's mind. no dice. place and
time. in triplicate. my refusal to speak to generations hence. this gumption to twist dry skin into an icy crown. look. it catches the light. perfecter of here. old horse. a blind whinny. thinking about the memo. the gift. or it is
all magic in suspense. you can imagine us as thread. as god liking everything once and then liking more of it. giving soul to any impulse. ox. or wolf. let it go on. while our small parts flush past believing. all intellect for the back porch. & look the winter. the wind as coyote. the facts all over our shoes. minute complexity irritates an egg in my tongue. always put a word out for the sun so. Tuesday, March 29, 2005 in which we find only turning away. in which fields of winter grass approving. in which i stand still. in which a temperature tells human time. in which the clock venerates. in which we turn away. in which a pear lights the way. in which all objects shiver. in which a good dog runs. in which action merits a substantial gratuity. in which the message of love has consumed. in which we turn to find. in which the study becomes single-minded. in which a flight of the eyes. in which stresses a sign in yourself. in which of life in a certain tune. in which make new marks golden. in which i mark and mark and mark and mark. in which my mark encloses. in which the listening and the digression go. in which song these options. in which every word. in which the scored surfaces of earth below. in which business and nervous spirituality. in which a mark refuses. in which the finding turns to mark. without a
verb a good look. yes an urge especially. blue as yr own mirror. yes not now. not later. yes. without persons. wheels like kettle drums. starling songs around brown swamps. yes. a hawk down. without sparrows. no mob in either rich hemisphere. no down in particular. yes just a power of when. when it actually when it consistently. when it even ever. Monday, March 28, 2005 a rocky feast. compassionate. as
willows. each human being takes a turn from afar. derivative. it must be that some won't ever get it. i won't. my mechanical joy drives a transparency home. the children are well-behaved and silent as ice. our blue light drives through them. right past. Sunday, March 27, 2005 what you were looking for. there
was too much. expectation. the boulders. the water. must have meant the sky cornering down. and you were looking. for the supreme manipulation & your youth a resolute feud. without lemon. without years. western Capitalization.
And Urgently freely Done beCause we've Got gods Everywhere. begging Attention like our Pet. Darling... looks Like a Fine Day in weathery Silk Boxers. turns me
to the foreign beach a goon. these peaceful noons. arranged as fluent terminals. which on a corner believes i'm what the next voice proposed. it was life. good and we loved to worship its big god. breath. for living hunts us rudely out from edges. and us reading feuerbach and marx. swimming for it. which came
up and demanded any other coming up. we're settled and anecdotal. beside the frozen floridians. here she comes with a head full. of poetry. just past arm's round hole. i'm walking lightning. don't pass. don't roll off the tongue. quiet please be quiet this. morning. thank you. sure the
table winces. the tale goes. under the cup. when we're just unsure. it could fall this way. that. what light without sun. what violin scouring reason. a just virus taking us off to day. wild faking day. Saturday, March 26, 2005 two sneezing wildly in the next
room. for anecdotes now. god isn't an awful distance. no theater with singing ids. something from life. so disturbed we couldn't say blessing. a shock to our system turns wisdom into a voluntary spasm. long loved hoped. this shameless darkening bought by faith. living in
one snake. isn't this what you meant. for all the rigid lessons a combination lingers. bees and trees. orphans and geese. double mirrors. i'm looking at you. final prince of doubtfulness. is today
the central. pebble. in strings of sentiment. a source you get for free. thumbing. icey catalogues for a day song. we'll take this one. and this. posed as an inkling ready as a duckling to swim in saturday. back to finish your phrase currently  |