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Friday, April 15, 2005 harden as
a sea falls. what he said happened. i can't explain how. geared as an old aspen clamors. what he said lived for a moment then went. a puzzled focus. rigors in his thinking muscles. unsaid. Thursday, April 14, 2005 riding away from these shadows
and this menace who moves. a squirrel sounds behind you. a cold steel ring. and morning. panning away to a cloud of soot. bred of a solstice. my hands going to teeth without integrity. you'll eat anything. large movies. random campaniles. i can be built out of small parts. and you will still foreign as
a line. cold cord. mine in confusing you. but you can figure enough to know what figure i cut. when it's all grass in the wind it's the seduction you want. even in the tornado. ephemera means going going. probably far far. set the line against it. you get a consolation. Wednesday, April 13, 2005 in place there's a book open. whose.
is frozen when the book explodes. i'm watching and there goes a sparrow or a hawk. but the book simmers. astonished to have been. printed inkly it is still. not a good book. it reasons in color. pressed to deliver the goods. kids think it sucks too. sure. nearly boiled. you'd expect the hawk to have knocked itself out. but no. you must cheer when he retrieves the frisbee from the mucked up roof. as boys in excess will cuddle harmonicas. no spiders here. he kills it jumps spins like nijinsky or jackie chan. the whole damn book. explodes out to the whole big restless damn empty room. i was never
about it. i was about then dragging feet becoming. emblematic of a certain rushing. combat over spaghetti. i realize important eyes know it. but i was never about. when i desired it. i went walking. and found it next at sundown. hot as a human hulk scuttled on a curious reef. or something just as poetical. it hugged me tight. queasy enough
to initiate imagination. how blue for the sky goes off. the pony takes over. grits come to mind. talking about brothers to friends you recognize an old pattern. repeat it. a bell. Tuesday, April 12, 2005 not that i'm a surface. but certainly. superficial. certainly. superfluous. where the paper goes off to no fancy funeral. there in the word suck. up to it. i'm a hester who stayed nice. okay. you'd have to read the surface. if humiliation prints a new government of the bullied. lines them with ridiculous privilege. they just want to be happy. dramatic in new shoes. personal and all. immature
to. break off. like a startled animal. how. as we make fire there's a wall. first to worship. sure my hands are cold. but you've got answers. wooden trains. eyes like a pope. gray hammer
blues. my enigmatic. invisible. held down. on black branch. on truly sorry. how's the couple i met. how's the heavenly convention. gray hammer blues. some day. parsed by
a sudden sidewalk whose knife. blunts the rainscape. here. it is going on. morning duties. collected. touched by an opus. given time to. and hung from above. here. i'm constant. neither eating nor. i'm congratulated. a thrilling combination rag. Monday, April 11, 2005 who falls if the rut is a precipice. who if the sky wears thick soles. who falls when i say useful or useless under some conditions. time for shade. word for moon. swing us there. for cricket eyes. forgive it.
give it a chance. the pack of lies i pack & send to is it a summer's rough corner. the guys & geese'll have plenty to say. honk if you love this old cannard. sun spots them when the cars pass. slow. squint. i said forgive it. & understand it's all taken from the french. or the danes. Sunday, April 10, 2005 look the marsupial took it back.
on the sly. a heaven of vegetables and a sweet brown comma. without inner discourse. idea. we're less than dust which even. dust. has a certain. je ne sais. to be dust it must. look the marsupial lumbers into night's rich treasure chest and plucks a color from impossibility. a priceless. opening. hardly the
ring. the stick of thorn. not threaded or cut along the bevel. these orders came in. one at a time. or flooded in. multiples of thirteen. then dancing to the music of falling on barely finished floors. an idea then the tools will arrive in red & in flight. pass the hammer before it goes winking off to. quickly. italia. Saturday, April 09, 2005 nicely. learning to participate
in the angel. we wear sweaters and cut magazines. i'm the stumbled wings of mid-morning coping. tiny spots on the bug. as a seducible lover of electric italian country tunes. each saint painting. my number my sharp blades go go. no inflexible
rule can be laid down as to the details of a leap by any animal. ... e. m. 1898 ... as in the previous era. a cold cut. then a frantic. we were faithful. it hurt. but the snickers. wealthy patrons. knees like bullets. scolding and ruminant. as today's open sky seems. launched thoughtful overtaken in the name of. a gesture. back to finish your phrase currently  |
