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Friday, June 16, 2006 which
in hateful steps one word gouging that next into saying what said itself first somewhere else ... i had the answers counting on that music just as simply sung for earth's sake somewhere deeply ... or stop this in its tracks puddling now that i was crying now that i'd posed me somewhere useless ... and the new lacks everything stable that hush worn to the ends of thinking it comes somewhere soon ... which wasn't cooler for parking near that fact and wasn't looking anywhere then somewhere far ... this was a game we invented and that means we were probably having good fun somewhere there Thursday, June 15, 2006 what
the role then called a flat postwar raininess ... love in one of the many different trees we have ... he say the modern goes down like a troubling by-product ... we might struggle to attach one to the tail-pipe ... they try to steal my man she sing the early bird to pieces ... tell
you what i mean again ... weren't you the one jumped off when the sky ... explains how far i've come waiting ... it was a sharp leftover ... to stay as the infinitive to go leaves off ... a long string of impertinence where am i in all of this ... where is any you now that yr wearing my face i'm an ain't we do so love to speak of ourselves in blue thousands ... nobody speaks but dances ... i got the dance to go to go on ... yr home but i'm ... all edges made for keeping off kilter a line going on to threats ... insolent verbal foot-jiggling ... a spatial mambo ... static which took its name from all its kitchens ... Wednesday, June 14, 2006 o
well jenny a few blues genuine blues next to. cuttings. cutting. cut. sets in motion. nonverbal screens. as esteemed elder. vulnerable as. genuine captain of art. all your luck has changed today. is this yours. this one borne like an apple to school. just puts the odd rock&roll scattered. black back. this code means the. determined to discount. songs that resemble yr daddy in the angle. of a roof. weeping buckles of weary tears. all gone. until the next time. fine. these flowers for you. Tuesday, June 13, 2006 me
in my fierce intelligence pajamas. i got the stipulated cultish clouds coming low on the far ledge. & i got mountains in my eye-rest. to know there must have been something terribly acceptable. all that rising. calls one to the front. weren't so much an opening as an aptitude. a classic dislocation. stranger. plain burnt anarchist. then that's me on one of the million. lying. inarticulate. doodled. formalities. i slink to the next bright orphan's home. Monday, June 12, 2006 what
kings. as per usual the study removes the tradition. i owe to the present a deep debt. or was a mediated somehow loving day. or tried to engage the youth and the elders. what people. Sunday, June 11, 2006 Formerly
I concluded that the Edge of Time cuts me and the world just where it's easiest not to see or feel. I used to be a Preface in the next book - always a thoroughly contemporary dramatic variation of The Dreaming Knight and His Pleasant Lack. As I took that world to heart, I understood. As if one must dispose of each new thing once its influence has been. as In the rooms They. Go on. Without being any smarter, I still curl a Present here of this spikey delirium to You. Made up of sentences, I'm the loser where the body breaks off its own diagram, plays The Runt Card, and hopes no one will try to sing. Along. or Reside in any Other than its own Beginning. I'm collating high-quality Impulses. Weren't you wishing I'd fallen to some Ghostly Inaccuracy? You were stepping in my poverty-tracks, my caterpillar anthology. Not yours. To be as Hope is. Professor off center. Angel far on. Saturday, June 10, 2006 there
isn't a word for it when the tree lightens just as one or the other as if the sky had some put all your capitals in one gin and beer wine and beer stop the traffic for quietude dinners in threes a policy isn't a prayer what wind what honking flame drives the car out to that plurality and back individually inked saying in holes each eats it in nine and organized almost at the edges almost an answer but never just i founded the next school without cables or plugs as the long martyred dutch equalities & hallucinations of my catholicisms rendered heartwrenching agons whole gardens full of gut-busting notions keenly i observed families in fools of ourselves were chosen tight & tattered for the next example for the next & next one back to mine back to finish your phrase currently  |