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Friday, September 30, 2005 i
was being for the dilletante a definition a certain tendency and an ass. infernal a smartass and a plague engine. a terrific confusion that never comes down to it. i was being that when the camera flew. inside
these new stories judging sleeps with conviction. all these new stories come from mingling mortals. as these new stories expand we fancy thinner sauce. the last of these new stories is a rational moron. these new stories are not the weather we'd organized. one or two of these new stories were eyesores in doldrums. what these new stories shock and shimmer will be written. at last the funding came to kiss these new stories. as
you read notice the dance it goes pensive as a rock sedimentary or igneous push the o pushes across breaths time in ice. so we stuck still stressed and showing bitter each is an army in a deadly dusk. poetry cornered by a ghost. sitting in a century. what sucks is a pome work deferred for television it sucks on the tube all hours. Thursday, September 29, 2005 these
things we deal with corner us like old russian art and we start coughing long rumanian coughs verse by verse out into the terrible nightliness of radio's irresistible country. i like the calcified rectitude of your let's call it a smile. i like it every morning on my hands winding up please & thank you. which stitch might the soprano remove to perfect my likeliness. i like an unsettled summit attentive respiration friendly jumping. these things deal us flat with a slap like new chinese paper. as
the ability to punish. or a knocking that goes on. here we find a process stumbling on its ruins. trumpets toward outlandish dovecotes. here's the way firey as any close country. take the language the local fiber spun and scratched. beaten. we're nosing around a critical hole in the argument. we'd said and meant we had some doubts. flying east and irritable we're prim but willing to entertain. an urge. we're flexible in ours. Wednesday, September 28, 2005 sure
hold up my rock stage. i got winter in my eyes for good rockin' tonight all the dukes whine far & wee. get it held on the rock stage surly blue & guilty. physically here but stretched as ordinary prayers go on thematically. bruised & bent she
walks. to propose a story. break it. and breath against a shoulder. elements of the art finally cornered. linked as states of undress to genuine feeling. instants of precious symmetry. and cars on white roads. wet as oneiric london's bridges. falling faster and she walks to say more. all
references are static while we sleep we get versions of old business and north creeps down malicious and disrespectful visiting silence with thick mitten material we get versions of old business and north suspects an illicit alliance among mistakes visiting silence with thick mitten material those who have acted are resting in change for
clambering. write in this forceful space. juniors and seniors in red beginnings. i'm a tortoise toward dawn. and. and redundant. my foot is an anchor you get when you say Tuesday, September 27, 2005 simpler.
and in fashion. tomorrow for example. green all in your eyes. green in all your eyes. listed and forgotten. nervous reflection here. a thin section of adult. any
systematic deviation will heat up or even scorch the penalty. you understand this as a suspension of the middle-aged man from an arch. you are not alarmed but will inflict. you are not chastened by dessert. this above appears unavoidable. as night may singly refute an article of faith. still
in the checkered suit. how still it dances like an aphid. he's a stolen thought. rose cows over the ridge come still. in stripes in paisley. Monday, September 26, 2005 o
bad poet cuffs. o badly facile wharf of insubstantial. bad in. main topics badly utter o bad margins of basking o badly vocative. bad in a black mug badly stung. threadbare. o fearless bad. mostly monstrous. o bad orphan. kicked off the team for it. o. bad. if
i was filled up with saying i'd be an acorn. a nature note to remember what river box. what ruin on a branch. made me say. you say. it say. a whole range of underappreciated fright. i was factfilled up with saying. and shook all night. one
meep in a backseat. my backseat's the problem. a torture of morning. a goodness of cutting signs. blame me in the backseat. i'm the problem rose red. collared and nearly infinite. just as a sunray. in. the backseat. grim plate of unresolved kisses. in me. Sunday, September 25, 2005 for
entomology. the machine of the bug rests. unalert as a humid pyromania. pure. and there are these spices. we
knew. the hinges fell off new york or chicago. hot for days then colder. unqualified light. incendiary notions or penetration. one bit more untaught as in jail. we're flocking beyond weather. we're madcap crust. all hasty for memory. in new parks ruddy new physiques. i'm standard issue light. this month a civil bitterness then comes a skillful o we knew you had a doubt but took pains not to say it with the kids so near. Saturday, September 24, 2005 held
in the palm of a face. i felt like an animal lost in the light of an opera. i felt like an animal lying toward a crooked hour. i felt like an animal in the sunhard mountain ruin. i felt like an animal trippy in a busted world. i felt like an animal fogged for the dummy. i felt like an animal sharpened shaped and shuddered. an animal i felt like an animal in old clothes. i felt like an animal rushing home blunt as a guess. an animal twisted for the new circus video. i felt like an animal. longer than history. tougher than an animal cold in false whiskers. i felt like an animal dizzy and faultless up high. i felt like an animal pinched all night. i felt like an animal on the lam. an animal in all my habits. i felt like an animal in love. my shoes all over the sky. i felt like an animal acrobat. an animal glacier. i felt animals tantamount to arson. crisp on one side. i felt like an animal like an animal i felt like an animal for your stillness your silence. all for your love. that
you can't find your way back or out of these new wings. that you'd like to apologize and be forgiven. please. because no one has your classes. your uncommon. your as. because there's a farmer's market in the old wing. and no more friends. the fear as. no more friends ever. and a small matter of money and what you might require. sooner or later you read enough and open. a puzzle to. sooner or later a flight of mad characters. though a flash. than a good sleep. here. why the halls are bent over themselves. gripping the wrong when an army in cold harbors. reasons for running for perpetual calling. that you're unending light and the work is enough. is a last wooden storm. that the style is strung into clumsiness. that silent. that silent dispatch. that you waited for news all night. back to finish your phrase currently  |