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Friday, June 03, 2005 with hands so small to never play
the piano. remembering these jeans have holes in them. they who come back looking for old songs. hasn't there been enough shame at last. to recommend an author to decide which season. old and tardy cuts past an untransforming grammar. while thinking no words but splinters. my impersonal attention to distances will suffer. forcing milwaukee to comply with his innocent. as hands so small to remove whole paragraphs. following was it. by the right to never stand up in class. by breath to speak holes through any day. cornered
in whispers as hawk-fallen sparks. there i go polite again. merely rookish in ire. you too completely flubbed under floors of us and us and us. flocks in fact of dopey psychology they say. which makes us one swirling mumble out to the center where it. & i'm a tremor a timorous tumble a tongue. Thursday, June 02, 2005 i'm quite scarey now actually.
pin my tie back. take me for princeliness in a black car. ugly boy in a black car. but he makes alot of money. & so books feel good in a cabana. while i scare a uniform down from the ceiling. look it's god in his final exam. god makes me scarey in many places. now that
settled. us. you can't even say box anymore. (some- thing here) once gone stays put. offers her chips to. adjusts her skirt. he knew what he meant. a political or an artistic sort. suppose you
need. but which call comes in then you appear ridiculous and posing. your own voice said back to your own voiceless face. suppose you need. well i'm always here for you. and grimace. a face made voice call me. you'll feel better when the oranges come. what you want is a nice. yes. one of those. Wednesday, June 01, 2005 wishing for a gap. a hole in the
language tics. we're all old women now. nothing wrong with that. even he went here & there did this & that. famously. catching a cough mid-flight. it goes singing. for now. no singing. but who in a second. in a minute. u r a faggot it goes. in song it's a. thrush. matter of
fact this moving was a stirring not a shaking not a quick leap not a propulsive gulp. i'm writing from the damp moraine. new shuffling ever gets enough of me. i'm slow as you know. a glacier. to turn yr historical into my trademark elusive. my heart my heart my Tuesday, May 31, 2005 in it without the obscenities please.
whose ideas go plastic & radical as the uprooted saying. why haven't you done anything for us. there i said it. i mean the obscene in such beautiful ebony ends & curves. for captions even never listen. it's blood. we're still
a war. we're a war still. i forgot & we're a war. & still. what it said. how we are still a war when i forgot. we were. still a war & all that. it means i forgot war. & i said what. we're a war in it still. & still. hole opens
& i mutter in watercolor. do something. but here we've got earthen urges toward loss & this bright home turning significant. we watch as i mutter in oil. never expected this. artifacts binding edges against simple erosions. my saying you see. beat the
predictable. beat it to hell while yr pulling staples from the old year. there a bright idea this. kid isn't. forgetting it & forging a new techno out of the typos we set. carefully in the center of the meadow unrhetorical as inside in. all encouraged & satisfied to have beaten back an expector. whimsy with
blueberries. all unsold books must be eaten. fact is. i'm a pretty good graphic device. first wrote gelatinous back under santa fe's watchful. you don't like it. you don't like it. one bit. with these beeps that call us out we never stop receiving. and we like that. like it very much thank you. Monday, May 30, 2005 wasn't it for pockets of subjects
that we belly up to saying. wasn't it for a mountainous delight in hunting wild science. wasn't it for the introductions & consequences unfortified. wasn't it in a rude deafening electronical fit all for reading. for offending
my kabuki decade. i get teachings & rivals. while away. these photos came with hand- sewn apologies & reasons from the fierce market book. as funny
as counting my wit. it goes off & nothing bleeds or burns but. i go on troubling with roses the deer ate. & not even trying to be funny. not counting the tulips or what the cat left on the rug. a grossness of fact & form as poetry fudge ripple yogurt. nobody even found my tail target. will
this finish a woman. married into the desert reversed by commerce & pronounced fit. for trade & com- panionship. an end to all brittle to all blind to all washers & dryers. exchange woman for fate. you get devastation. Sunday, May 29, 2005 why keep writing martyr in yr
head. an arguably innocent abridgement. deliver me from such subway facts. adopting & accusing the little half-bred pups. their fault in religions. their fault in critical affections. their fault in political wounds. the very monster brought the city. said it followed me home. so now's the journey out. faith victims piling out. to reason. o heart.
piano. every room is brilliant you said it as clear glass. bounding into justice. when the war goes on to lick our lies. you call it forging the diligent wild man. justice for a crystal goblet. my guess. a page you strained through Art & Dinner for real justice o heart piano listen. i'm ready to sentence you. Saturday, May 28, 2005 that you can take what you find.
as 1st principle you will. seem to be waking from a long seeming to have been walking uncertainly or even asleep. you come again to take what you find. it's all you have and are bent to it like old trees. or children be- coming a week or month from now what they find. so there. your beautiful thing is another or another. in seeing what you said becoming what fear found in another rule that may be final. the way sleep has named us into saying. the way it pushes back. to be to big of
words. since he lost. & really read it backwards for a quest. to get answers i bet he got alot. but not to big of words & phrases i got. as answers followed me in. home. & i kept. & called them by good names. well come
in. i are not eating itself for morning not for turning away for looking at morning eating itself in greys and greens. what cd you might sing it pays for itself and eats itself so come in fella. come in for good in salient trousers. bring heaven. slice of tree slumber. sliced yellow bird & gone. back to finish your phrase currently  |