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Friday, March 24, 2006 where
is my prestige as a link i put ... about the size of a roach
... we scuttled an infiltration and meant it without hands ... see... the school burning brightly ... as john and cindy skitter ... roachlike home o there ... i put it on while hating foreigners ... i was gulping ... a weapon that
you might never regret approving of this once ... that going is not the only hopefulness but stopping ... that one might become a chemical and an action ... organic
in my pen ... as a suture thrumming lines of favorite movies
... what wouldn't you give for a next human language ... a public smarter than i want be left alone ... adrift in pieces of work done turning ... a shell game over one darkening land ... and then my pen again ... squalor staff all
you said ... gentle and conditional ... new trees defense of public illustration ... put three lines here just ... one for the poster ... one for the place ... one for the breaking point ... like a rooster or an ... investor ... in modern series of twos and nines ... a serene placement ... voted ... and coddled as pleasure Thursday, March 23, 2006 lost
on me ... i have no perfectly or hideous maximum ... for composition is an insect ... four days later ... would
mark it as to draw it thick yellow crumbling blue ... certified in a line ... what the weather never intimated that ... served in a frame ... served by a frame ... roughening browns ... all it took to say maybe it'll rain today ... greens of standing out all hours of the night ... in thin pants of intuitive coloration ... she sang opera and folded cloth into hectic reasons ... for going on or staying put ... reminding yourself to suffer it a bit longer under bruised orange ... guesses that
this & then that is a voice i can't ignore ... so keep a list of it & a market prayer ... be exquisite in each new century ... weren't we headed ... weren't we ... aztec picking slow horses ... broken fortune healers ... weren't we headed in volatile new ... definitions ... that this is enough pressure ... then that it's not ... Wednesday, March 22, 2006 my
spanish is finally taken off and stored in the old house ... the crawl space becomes my best filter ... i was longing ... then particulate matter ... then germane to the preacher ... wouldn't you prefer to put it on ... over the familiar classic ... and in the second suite we hear an order spoken so low ... i turned out or continued burning ... pieces all evening without
the phrase of oiliness i cut you ... venison smelter ... far gorgonzola ... in tradition we spell on all fours the carpet's brave contemporaneity ... and we get it ... skinned and feathered for crowing ... unable
to come down except ... a plage ... of the two there are three ... a coping ... à votre disposition à partir ... a song ... next in line the knife of vendredi ... solo with scissors and stricken gaboon ... a walk in style and content ... & suddenly awake ... Tuesday, March 21, 2006 in
the larval ... i wouldn't let myself i would let myself ... and understood i meant it as an instant burning in a space ... i meant would't the end of it answer it ... on and off leaning
against the door ... from sundry blunders ... still ... joy to be holding the space that will sooner ... or later be emptied of Monday, March 20, 2006 are
the anger ... are doing okay every other day ... under the couch there's a pencil ... a bit of dog ... which turned out good for everyone ... pasted in blue an ... important parakeet ... a slide of paragraphs ... we're on monday's version ... are anger anywhere off camera ... what meetings for telling ... which for ten round
my heart ... round my brain ... a bound in circumstance not a skeptic not an archer ... unflowering comedies ... mathematical saying in days and days or miles ... i put my rattlesnakes down ... i lift the gumption from the floor ... soda and crackers ... count what it said seemed so simply ... mortal and morbid sure ... sold but you'll always get the final copy ... you always ... rounded up Sunday, March 19, 2006 who
makes it around cannot empty it of selfishness. who did not project the lessons goes on to creation. who flinches intimate fears entertains the old ride. who understeps and poses goes on and goes off. who interferes on the open seas is a human realtor. who countered youth knew the winch had snapped in ice. pandering
every hour ... parts of any one i'm the spacer ... leaving that body as ... i'm so seriously left ... a course for notions of ghosts ... who wear the room ... down softer all eyes ... every hour every day ... southern or pronounced ... american time ... as nouveau flourescence ... from a smoking hill of ash ... day for paper ... day for many pages ... what did you say in them that i couldn't ... take off ... while i was putting my minutes ... on Saturday, March 18, 2006 sorry
but you'd have to be STEVE MCQUEEN or one of them openings ... to get me out ... mortgaged in a living room ... sits behind a straightback downhearted rocker and sizes me up ... a good couple minutes ... folky in his habits and blues adjusted to this new light ... & offers offers me the true news ... the contradictions ... says what about it ... real smoke matters more than any ... lie ... still in pajamas and not under- dressed for the enormous baroque ... or shot a blank partridge from the end of his voice ... as if that ENGLISH is rouge ... or a garden's translated for airplanes into the next idiolect taking off ... sorry but you'd have to be STEVE MCQUEEN as large as sleep ... to bet me wings an old postcard from a tin-type ... to say me troubling potted vocalized ... a branching now after stems for straws ... sucking graphic arts putting a line here and there ... a sharp useful eye for erasers ... which made of my children go blue ... pestering misconstrued ... echoes of me back to finish your phrase currently  |