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Friday, July 29, 2005 i'm
the matter with coming back from the edge of a given name. nominal arithmetic welcomes us back to pleasure. later joined by calculus decades past the men we knew. so this cut finds what the pluckers and shifters rejected. news of our zeros lining a road. arguing and exploding. hasn't this the sum become the fiction we ordered. finally unpaginated as the surface gulps for breath. we go taking short stories for horses and precise measures. reading hysterically as wee things for next and next. x
as i am the boor the ferret at the foggy window. x in spite the glorious tootsie flaming out speechless. x hardly i'm petty inoffensive as an old grudge. x in the backlit shot with angels like trees. here's x the tallest pole the uppermost in me. x made a border circling me hawks and swallows. x on the slide x in the pretty gallery dry to touch. Thursday, July 28, 2005 for
if i read it might stick to me mixed in my good form. for if i blacken it might injure me fashioned in gloom. for if i wasted it might justly explain me crumbling and tilted. for if i solved it might never go away. for if i melt it might have me and have me for good. to
take it then. as if. why anyone can put it clearly. even i can put it. there. but to sing's the old carpet. a room of rivers and reviews. Wednesday, July 27, 2005 art's
champion of the cornered road. harsh tree of jackets. resistance is all seeking. i say in the backyard where you get ideas and the ants bite you formally. symptoms. i'll go for the bandits and brigands. for you. certain slinger of hard notions forget the guitar make me out of guesses your barking boy. say i'm standing in sunlight without an aching arm. already we said we knew how prompted and emotional we'd been. this excuses our accident. removes us as critical of the whole show. we favor shadows and waves as fingers. can fingers go all swinging slippering. forget about god who's turning the world into scents. i wonder why the cat rolls over. this enough understands light well enough can manage the stairs and find dinner a can opener. but what are these books to any of us. aimed as we are toward the door. love's gorgeous numbers. poetic champions and all. reading hot tires over all the flowers i was middle modern enough. felt as a scourge. alliterative and devout. a guide for healthy living. but a blackish rises full of blue in its own time. then i'm head of a group. bopping twilight into terror we go. whatever language you speak you're endlessly included to say. art's champion of the cornered road. harsh tree of jackets. i'm being unhelpful here because i don't have to be helpful. not even to the homicidal toads i get. a daily architecture's enough for pretending to be smart. we get to mention divine indwelling. we think it might be so. well built and hope it. verging on. you say. collapse less consistent than big bands paris in the tropics. for coffee's nuisance effect we'd search just so far but would stop before the elizabethan hat blew. we turn out and into just about everything. imagine it great fingers on the white keys. took all day to choose one sharp adult moment. not actually worth your time to share. kind of shy profoundly embarassed to have said. so far. we thought the world of you right up until then. champion in small things entitled to count simply in those small things as a wonder. don't we find rest here. as mystic lies down there's a bookish tint to sunset. you can almost taste it can't you almost Tuesday, July 26, 2005 i'd
go for days without the world. horses never knew any that could type so loud. i'd go hear it. the banjo gets rich and the next stretch of days i'd be funny. teaching real spots on the mirror. came out baffled you say i'd go for days looking older. loster. a copy of the animals i ate. or will not remember colors. to make a big face in your face. Monday, July 25, 2005 mere
surface for diving sounds more surface for diving. we get no trombones but plenty of red piano. an excellent youth spent it all for me. so here as an ache the stairs are long yammers to never say watch one with hints melodical as new drugs we get but never so deep for ideation to hum a few bars is good gas. the
project vague as the members. walk for the wall. it's black for anything. humor us in capes. in iambics pentameters. look out. the yurt is huffling in the silky gloom. the members haven't had a good first hark in a month of genders. way off there it comes. use this normal appelation. indistinct. as risk-worn possibly yr
for angiopathy. i strum it like a winsome goose. yr for the blastosphere. i get you but hold back. thinking words say which thunder comes for sun. yr a good one for hauling us churchwise. kick yr worship. clicks home. locks the window. yr there. Sunday, July 24, 2005 it
makes it sound like an i is a fashion i got it on sale i look like twenty-six all in a rumble. i bleeding from a portfolio. it makes it suffer like an i found roadside an ick on its backside i go on. remind
me where farmers went into language for a moment. i'm all twisted. rattled and sang an acre a gulp. here i go swung as delivery stages our next furrow reminding me where the farmer stood at the edge of a bookish stream. i surrender at last every other version of joy. just turn it over. where the farmers go out. Saturday, July 23, 2005 lacking
some fluid. spring popping out in the life. go inerrant. go meta-camping. just go. springing a blum tart. cratered for spring. all collisional and forty so. which
parts have been overlooked. there in the day we get. i was hoping for some elegant expression but. the insides evaporated. there. i was an optometrist again. standing in between the edge. as one who's impossible and scuttled as old growth. i forgot someone was looking. my target was true but my aim nicked the sky which means i missed. get
my legislature all a rest. i'm nice as a common man. what i believe is what itches or pricks. & stings me on the bunches. the rest is a sleep. will you dream for me. 1. 2. 3. clapping boyly into something clearly. seen. back to finish your phrase currently  |