23 hours ago the idea of writing took a while. Times. A mindset occupied, just so jokes turn into dreams. It’s dreams that forgive us for everything (or almost everything except redemption). That’s because ideas, when they’re ‘awake,’ get downgraded to icy paranoia, trapping you and me inside a force field owing to our expertise.

So there’s no dead end.

Here’s a thought. Stiles of cash stuffed inside wholes carved out of the earth, stacking up against one another with such speed they reflect the world as it is, advancing toward convenience stops and arbitrary stretches we don’t care about.

Oh my god — I just remembered I can fly.

Well, most of these “pieces” are literal, based on trying to sit down and sing [starting to sing] “Baby, you’re still wearing your headset.”

An air of inevitability around the advanced codes has been shattered. It seems inauthentic in the first mustache sense. I am more than sex. Your holding me, the middle of the throat..

I kiss the air. This.

And it’s not clear you and I will answer questions that require specific, distinctive thought like that I think of a welding head, until my spinal column heats up, thinking of you.

When I read you I thought Vegas. Sun passeth zenith. Your house is horizontal wood boards in Creeps Meadow.

The journey feels made up so we can live by ourselves without being alone.

Re-reading you I sense loose projectiles “got thrown” into doo (implicative space). And then the microwaving began, humorless and crazily unironic.

I read you and people moved away, making it vacant.

While all of us back East are dreaming variations cost a lot in Marxist base alignments and bike gear.

Variation or vacation. Tone deaf or dead.

I can’t tell anyone except you I’ve misplaced my stencil and my Prince Phillip paintbrush and palette.

The ballast is in season. My peers make films and fast food.

So there’s no poetry but in California. That’s since the love dataset appreciates and values only the blessed as the parcels it celebrates in distortions of consciousness, in every word mentioned or almost mentioned, and all syllables performing as in one spin of the ‘compass’ between you and the others trained in your language.

That reminds me this is a new piece from the workshop. It just keeps getting bigger. A simple turn of the ignition, what’s the big deal? A journey within the 5th element, a pathless scrubland back in that bend in time when you’re reading the data in an identical manner & you derive the same message (sorry, there’s another gap) as sugar consumption skyrockets, looking for something to do with a degree in hypostatization.

Nearly hurling was an adventure. That’s when Dr. Cucumber met his match in the perseverance maze. Patti was trying to spook him with big hanging wolf eyes. It’s affordable theater. Her shirt was on inside out, on the tugboat to the Keys.

Would you like to ask questions or can I diagram the problem?

I came here dying for sublime play like the first time, and it’s entirely because it's unexpected she had her languid hands up in the air, made eyeglasses with her fingers, meaning she was ready.

Free days are an ellipsis, what goes around comes gasping, the more irregular the breathing — looks like she’s breathing! A spoon worm lives inside the womb, a male redback dies inside the reproductive tract! somersaulting into his mates’ fangs just to get eaten while copulating!

Cucumber is still a little wiped. So is Cucumber-2. Cucumber-3 is frowning, ready to be seen. Cucumber-2 is blabbing now. Cucumber is a little fucked up too. “Just starting one.” “Cool.” The thing now is not to get fucked up too often.

1. Let’s call this unconnected.

It’s kind of a coincidence. I went to golf school. I’d

3. This time it’s the end of the beginning if

outside Spot reflects the city,

in the clouds was too liberal. The guard was up. I’ll keep going, he asked,

Why make so much of political origin here, or there 6. A few terrier enthusiasts
or their ambiguity?

To respond is everything I fall on, Keev,

8. don’t tread yet where Gladstone’s selectmen came for their weather futures,
the power grid

..that triangular plot of ...
10. that a phone on tv?

or your own in the new era? (The flu, the common cold, silenced.)

How do parallels threaten a referent on an unknown page? Which fox drug is best?
12. The front gate won’t front.

13. Spot still.. or his surrogate intruding a moment before now, his emptied refraction applied
to the taillight for syntactical beings (in a sentence blast).

Intrusions entail teamwork, coincidentally.

I had thought as well just just

Our reality to emphasize changes in time and space.

Worth repeating.

I wasn’t just orphaned, I decided to pursue other interests.

Not hate X 3

To get re-elected to you, and we’ll proliferate to here if I try, if I have the confidence we pack — not blind — (you get no credit for this) —

No ripped-off melancholy, no spectral, tiny swaggering to cash in, but there’s a substitution agreement containing 2 times.

It’s taken this long to read the gospel of wealth.

O bubble-footed in dark briefs!

I’m still describing opéra moaning about diffusion at any cost to render your mouth a mess that goes captioning,

1 box Austerity Due, neatly sleep-laden, eating dog food.

Our vision, intact.

This is for you now.

Valse report

Your first lover could not heal your mind through his skin.
Then we happened to answer you, seeing the wind is fixed on the floor
and circles midair. We see your subtle flight.

We don’t want to be a second late for all we are hellbent being.
That, and we understand we can meet you without seeing you.

You said no way, I don’t like it, blah! / Or / our
partners..

we exaggerated our losses because this is how we understand Lent,
it’s your taste, what do you think? Understand?

that’s a gist.

Buried for dead but still in view:
If I put my hands an..
you can’t hear me you’re going too fast (bicyclist to bicyclist).

It’s a mistake in the tradition but it gets you to sleepwalk with one shoe in hand.

I will find you.

A great day centers on content while Mina on the ground keeps looking up holding data that prospect on appearances. This correspondence defines a pinch of stairs. Nice stairs. Nice worth.

Everything I note here is integrated, resonating up in a net where you can charge fees to the horizon that’s magnified or askew. If you admit rejoicing in tricky intersections you’ll be taking sides.

We’re ex-singing of course. This is how we can do it & / or don’t, giant spooned, grouchy, scaling down the polluting firms driving north.

The vapor all for it, both arms.

Bill Knott, R.I.P.

Realizing my dream performance in “Fidelio”
I am touched by everyone now alive,
softest jazz, lower right, your lips moving up, down,
talking design shit. This naive mirror on sale, for example.
Janus has everything as he knows. How can a bantam weight =
fate’s consignment? his husband asked over the phone.

His book is staring out the window, saved-up.
So, with regard to static and its ovoid, stasis
in a compulsive battle over an ultimate smiley face,
it’s not who grinned first that counts, but also wherever
and however. That’s my middle point for the interim
realizing my dream performance in “Fidelio.”

I see yours but no thanks. This is tomorrow before the cart.

We constitute the unmarried Non-Group taking a long
part in a ritual to outlast how nice that would be.

I’m out on a date, now, with Mittens, while I go thru assembly
to proposition a musician within a speech actor

giving in to take you out, shake you tamed. Dart,

I’m that slaphappy-proof to diffuse your feeling me up. What you said is the whole body of it.
A muddled cool from so many substitutes for drugs the craftmatics forget to wave.

Rethought transactionally, mewl. Parsers in their teens put on rheumier shows,

I think I said that, and made it a quote: a dream

of immense sadness peering exclusively through me promising not to point.
Of course there’s a way or two out.

We permeated where you and I should have

Hemopxel in 14 countries. Diagnosis in any original sense (I have a rival who keeps me on his toes.) is my·ster·i·um tremendum.

There may be more formlets of the newer mystery avoiding one another’s silence in the face of attainment.

It appears I’ve always been about to point. I’ve always been secular, pluralized by the converted

so everyone turned into clients. Then came the filching of imitation in the filtered water..

... brief punches of text look great on the phone! [Rewrite as a song]

Back I said, a piece of advice,

innocence concerns ethics. Spinoza acts against his own interests.

Adoration has a poetic scent.

Reputations precede character, tact of apprehension remains
deferentially. Creature masks are a condition in reprieve;

who will advocate for peace, the tranquil

to empower the mergers & exchange?

Opt is a prefix with capital. It’s a pat peeve.

Thank you for not murdering my..

It’s always funny, the wind moves to the city, scripted by
infantile alienation as well groomed as yoga for planets.

An instructor needs a vertical monkey bar, libido time,
a star range w/ blank tenderness to smolder in met
colors, galvanized pastels, winning the beginning —
preparing the manifold, earlier..

I’m thinking of a color — no name, a feel..
running everywhere that’s off the — the first the —
staging an authentic vantage within utter voice matter.

“The float is radiant, jammed with radiant things,” had

Simon Schama anticipated, not long ago, “but no, had I bee/n
eloquent on the spot we’d need no caption.

What does there’s still a move to go do?
It’s just a feeling, the only unmoving part.”

I seemed to learn hybrids can become overnight.

“And here I inserted a bonus and exchange, not so bad
a personal act that can only end in a draw sustained by two
getting up, stretching for an hour.”

The virus is already inside us. “After glamor there’s power, wo-
lfed down improv crap, Marx collaborators or is there an / fee?
Hunting now is the lather of swing. Remember thoughts?

What if it doesn’t work. Then what?”
Every time and place of our choosing. Act gathered.

Bandits 1st.

You translators are a close 2nd.

We appear ordinary. This is about something else.

Then I repeated if I were you I’m all I should have —

I’ve been noticing icky when the weather cooperates.

Never weep standing up , swamps in Japan are barricades

Software permeates, philosophy.. Finally . The brick housewarming ,

(blanched)

Curtains and her 3rd slide show all our movement inside where it’s icky.

Used

When it comes to A-hour taking over, it’s never good enough, as
An aside, these issues are not a specific program.

How can one I love reunite you
(Hand-me-down color had risen to his cheeks.)

“I want us to be in charge.” I was,
Having at such big, elusive ideas calls for spectral imaging. I stared at the door.

Seconds later I was unsure where dick-brain ‘stood’ vis a vis the Rams.
It’s probably bad ball I did. It’s too obvious (as well), it tastes used.

Ok an explosion directed the shots down my throat, the light in back..

The envoy is an imitative sort, toe-tagged in the emergency room, not or
That we’re abstemious when cutthroat & ...
Got a pulse, fixed pupils, dilated. Don’t try this without the others.. who?

I shaved my envoy in a symbolic realm / an accordion fold / an étude-incarnation

The plu-crossing a great stream of sensibility.

Camera interns want to be involved, ovulating, still a little wiped.
The sine functions were highlights still rising from parterres & topiary snapped in place.

Our place.

I’m talking to you in American.

Not going to lie to you, I watched us dream of economics affecting a radius of birthday cake, like that Depuis chip, destabilizing its temperament. Looters and rhombus-gatherer, all doing well; respectively, its great work, cuts straight through its restructure creating more patterns to abandon.

The chip becomes a soundtrack. Feels like about time, epic sums new slender totems. The walkway and instrumentation

have to be done right. Let’s clink Solo cups, wondering about tidbits of hyper-literal churning depth. (Ideologues always get stuck in the wrong line.) It might be progressives were on genome probation.

This is that world’s decision theory now.

Inter-OK

First create a gap then put up a bridge to connect employees to each other,
movement they can chant — they’re doing this openly in a pillar of Nicocrettes.

Their shouts of disbelief are strung together to become more fluid. Poi along
w/ poi-dependence. Same is true when it comes to airline safety, there is no plan.

Our guardians are tired of interruptions and self-reflective outreach,
since the corporation is lonely as any inter-discipline that threatens.

Solitude, confidences, you’ll learn times in the day,
such that it’s useful to be in radiant short sleeves and thong.

: this is a tenet of Hindu verse.

It’s with another tenet I hold you, Caesar, for conniving to carpet silence.