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Friday, May 13, 2005 string string string knot string.
for starters. a bundle packed in an arch. rush of the still built bringingness. o so there we are minced and remembering that an inch took today's long measure. we've got humble starts and an edge that goes like vague singing. out that needs
a flat surface for its purposes. we weren't the supple folds of thunder any more. we're glassness. our traditional ways come out in thematic baskets of yes and no. as i will take you to the movies but not the green berets. my hands are cold enough to slip off through the wreckage of american i. Thursday, May 12, 2005 not a good. but a mild curiosity for words. so physical. go screaming at kids in rags. not say a good. but french in a twisted film will add a mild free alien eye. not a good. but a soft. you might
sound every note of them. still we cannot fix them in signs. apparently original. stuffing them i thank them. into brittle pastry shells. my feelings having nothing to do with them. but perched listing like drunken tree fowl. there into still small pods of normality. i'm all over wrinkles and standards. too. Wednesday, May 11, 2005 isn't a projected face as an extended
arm a gaze like a jackhammer yearning. some pieces of vague you know... unspeakable but known in the body's direction. something you knew pretty well once. that declines where it used to incline. that there. Tuesday, May 10, 2005 if i'd had a story to tell i'd
have ground its. well. control comes in bright red pages marked for reeling down the freaky hole. ways have murmurs just like hearts & crowds. skip how wild it went down flaming. catholic in calming & complicating rough self saving stories pierced as wrinkled scraps of used paper. targets in
combination. i'm flopped in a version of this day. you're guessing it's a work day. how the voice bullies every smaller voice. how the bird-like children say and say again the nuisance of paper under fists. completed and assigned numbers for leaves for pungent things for every falling sky. Monday, May 09, 2005 what we do in illinois is we (descriptive rhythm) flirt with what the ice age did we (both parents now) give up when the professionals come we (even when heavily veiled) overlook all the grabbing here (one child's timeless) in illinois we get practical when we (with lesser known elements) get poetical we (in public and private) trim our sight to eight nine ten dimensions tops we (costumed in red silk) echo one fragile consequence after the next we (potentially crippling) say the cardinals are awful pretty today we (with black and white photos) drive away. we do. in illinois. some eating.
mostly eaten on traceries of the stomach for guidance in difficult bitterness. eating wit with a face turned up. eating horror in small slices. but finally full as a book. its rapid instruction coming comic. almost spilled. maybe handles.
maybe a deep red morning. can't you over- manipulate this green formality toward a new fearlessness. can't you applaud the shakey birds. busy buster goes pale for yodels. but still you suffer the slow. still uncertain. Sunday, May 08, 2005 you get so long a mostly manageable.
confusion. and you get beloved work. a golden instrument for navigation. i'm yr polka baby. optimistic as a rabbit flight. full fontal delight. i'm yr modern o. yr mister jim dissonant maybe. you have
seen your heart. no it was not as our machine. an argument maybe. on a cellular level in shadow. classical small minutes. for she places her head at the center of one large bright circle. she smiles in italian. watching us run up with accounts of the most difficult exam. we were imbeciles. our hearts were dental torment. grinding down our defenses. imagine whole
bricks of it. i'm selling whole heavy chunks of it. & yr buying from moment to moment an assorted fertile array. for building towards the far point over past here. where we make red ends for starters. bricks of call it time. from & to the ugly and the good. all animated so nearly. fatal to come. Saturday, May 07, 2005 nothing of tin usefulness. a thirst
for mine. injustice tuckers in back rooms in smoke. once one trembled over rumors of a book. ferocious names. inevitable beyond any stretch of the. now incorporeal glances back through beer talk. as all you could afford then. undertaken.
as a terrific distraction and symphonic as the best. aspire to. undertaken and predictable as a mood. there we go just like the beautiful and the damned. in pairs just so. to pray for the good to rise as coffee cake. to repair unhealthy longings. a sleek seam of becoming better. amuck in heavy waking. go faster go lover go learning. to founder. in that there's
no such thing as. bird. i'll activate black wing black eye black talon black flight. so hunkered into skyways of small white goings. past me. past what i said to nobody this morning. i was the cute one saying. & you heard it taking off. back to finish your phrase currently  |