Clinical algorithms infuse ideology and organize perception. Random samples predicted behavior.

Play along or sue.
You guys go ahead.

I’m going to take my inside voice and ...and turn around and

Out here I pledge you a wholly hidden vocab of renderings, leftovers to twist in the hot leafy acreage.

Pears and Fuji oak, null passages in fog. (The cracks should be bridged with glass fiber.)

There you go again and other mild poetry, poll-taking are largely implemented rhetorical solutions.

I’m always wrong
to prolong my appeal.

Show me a locket grant once.

Once & be done. A few more should

Fix the climate fast with aughts of glass & a shining brand

A whole new side to nuts & bolts, narrow & hollow in the center, along with holding on 100% our touch.

That’s how we fasten starry messengers to move objects that seem inflatable as you lay back in a blank whisper, quiet in the nick of it.

Inside it’s gray. Divided & confused, I signed
up. The acoustics are there,
there’s a container for every dataset on loud
so the ambient workspace will hear it,
feel it in stages taller, striking overnight.

I feel like a great building.
I can’t live without taking charge a few hours from now.

Everything belongs. The rest is stress related.

Her eyeballs are all the wet they need, not what they are. It’s a classic knife-in-sui-generis.

Parts of the world face the street to whoosh by ornamenting impurities of state.

The carport reflected in this is perched high above subatomic beings who also use photographs for subject matter, like the one of a garland arched over people who are sweating their existence.

One polishes the text and hands it in.

I had thought as well just just

to emphasize changes in time and space.

Worth repeating.

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

Not hate X 3

just to get re-elected to you, and we’ll proliferate to here if I try, if I have your confidence — not that blind — I’ll wiretap secrets to weigh (you get no credit for this) —

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

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

O to be 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, The box Austerity Due, neatly sleep-laden, eating dog food.

Our vision, tactics.

This is for you now.

A journal travels, calibrated by the ruckus-like paean spoken (rather than speaking) in a large-scale dialectic —

battery powered to sow maleness / seduction technology / outreach where all the jazz wears off.

We came with what we saw, and we sank together deliberately mismatched, yet ignited around the tips by deep compatibility. Vibrating skin written for the biggest down to the smallest, abstracted birches as a trick of light, a gift.

(They’re both good.)

Your mellowness operates a transferrable mind.

As it were. Yet it’s shameful to work for the state. How did Paulo Freire alone stand, pause and brush back his hair? others like him looking up like flight risks? To keep going we find little or no compromise.

The music seems headstrong.

Everything that is mined is structure to write or was when we were in Tacoma picking up fun Japanese. The miners described it as leaving gaps.

I hardly know you. And will never know you. We’ll give you a call.

“Great but I’ll just hold...”

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

Someone’s 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.”

Some had swing

The scandal passed, hardly worth the coverage,
otherwise excellent. You saw that?

We got back into the van.

Do you own your swarm’s jackets? It seems relevant
if filed haphazardly under filming about a file,

“Ambient text file,” say;
her jaw trembled

while we run the Jewels.

All experience is seriously correct..
But what is Audi A-6?

Still how can it be effortless if I tell you what I’m doing?

I’m in no hurry. A life is charged
now on the menu. My head is cleared.

(Have to go.)

There he is preaching to tenors that need you.
(Drive safely.)

There’re double credits working 5 fewer days than allowed. Ten hut. What service were you in?

Teaching can’t be taught. Ahem.

I remember looking up at you at Ahem feeling an urgency in ideas. Women to men:
We live in a debt growing country. Maximum restraint = get it done don’t talk to me.

Then let me pull an invisible to the eye hair off your blouse, have you over when sex and
teaching are what they should be, augmented with Pablo Tac bouquet, seeming for no end.

Seeming is a nice pace except for the plastic :
containers hanging along the bow : the cow
and top sails maximized along the side. ::

When stairwells mesh and go nowhere majorly,
between you and expulsion, the hole is closed. It’s a tic.
Turn here, there’s efficacy in speaking clearly, gesturing, knitting your own brow.

To be faked out of a board game.

After button is pushed a model young theorist says hello, how are you, then reverses course. She
heads upstairs to an installation in perfect solitude.

I’ve heard that scream didn’t help but it did.

The spell for lunch today: slender objective on a square obstacle. Then follow instructions, slippers are warmed. Work is down in the sub-chambers, aimlessly glistening, before reaching glacier-elbow high water, everything in hierarchical Finland, which always works, works
everywhere.

A kimono has been entered, explaining sex without thinking, and with.

A fragrance is found shaking our heads, wiping our brows.

The same stairs float, for good, if they could.

Like all of the above and people going in and out of buildings, climbing steps, you’re one hundred percent normal to run up debt, heartbroken, also to downplay scene after scene, only springing or twisting into new life and with..

On second thought, the herd rushed to the rescue (there’s a deadline), a tumble of inventions, an ambush, a weakening of night to day — body in the hole — one enzyme waking up isolated, seeming Stinky. I touched it and it sprayed me.

A qualified blog reader or some other guy is making the ultimate comeback.

It worked once, or twice, but now we were searching for an obstacle by the fireside pumped with mandatory inflows of feel-

oops, they’re metering to block counterfeiters

doing physics or philosophy with a hen of steam: ergo verdicts are trifles beyond Krishna’s preproduction.

                       All

personnel will have to be shifted or fired
but come to work anyway, achieving a seeming
bliss of the non-willed state, enlightened but lacking design.

During the break we reached an agreement,
so the ham’s anger has hatched.. while no choice
enables the passing tourney among tense Fu dudes
to nuance the 3-in-1 innocents to proceed.

Watch the student’s eyes and say the manager is out.


The tank smoke is elevated. (Parens are back.)

One’s position is to find breathing room, so much so we can start over. Whom will you discover?

On the third post you really had us and were all over us. You didn’t have to what the hell? We told you we agreed a little but not a lot. (I forget now what you sound like.) Choked up by the blots running out, suspended. It’s unlikely there’s more about that future and of course less. And some things you need no repeat.

This was at the start. I know that. Taking chances put us in a lissome interpretive state (lissome like rebirth). Function varies widely. Lilac is so devoted a zest. Then it plummets into difficulty. Here we are, talking about it.

Big-eyed instincts?
                              hard
to get out of the valise. We pirated the code.

You can’t say we pushed it out willingly (nurture, nature, frantic relaxation).

The fit was good.

I noticed you work under me to make your poise smoke
w/ the problem being

Long phials
of sulfuric fern, Fougères, the Germans say on the timetable:

What’s significant, half an hour
is later, painful moments were over, we realized
by

Back I said, a piece of no-advice,

innocence concerns ethics, not intent. Spinoza acts against his own young interests.

Adoration has a poetic scent.

Reputations precede character, an act of apprehension remains
deferentially. Creature masks are conditions in reprieve;
who will advocate toward peace, the tranquil
to empower mergers & exchange?

Let’s find something we agree w/.

A brain state needs a pull-up bar and libido time, mood,
a star range w/ blank tenderness to smolder in met
colors and galvanized pastels, winning the beginning
preparing the manifold, earlier,

at The School of Nobody
rising to any occasion w/ pretty good yoga probabilities,
tho troubleshooting is more shaped by time while taking
steps w/in unruly aplomb (to parse diacritically)..

there’s a move thru a life study in brown and grey, a question of blood
flow. There are no stages.

A tree in the wind.
How is it lit?

Tall w/ liquid arms;
another is hit and run
by a grain at the riverbed..

incorrigible as voice matter is, more interesting:
4 nothing wins in a debate over no and not distinctions.

Theory-and-forth..

Thus texting is not going anywhere.

I feel it’s necessary to ache in blather, calmly, accruing intimacy. Hey I’m really as sorry
as a Kotzwinkle alloy.

Incision continues in this vein... Holism doesn’t come naturally (Nickolas Christakis).
Yet the parts know how to grow (Benjamin Aranda).

Here is the place you and I may detect the language driver, untidy and young, loath
despite the foundational rule of no rule speaking up without permission.

You get somewhere then stop.

They grow inner living language in dim light over —
misdoers with a kill-agenda are tickled into corruption

since the nervous system distorts radially. Tarantulas of steel squeeze under the door, isolated by
an obsession with coming right in. If I have to I’ll be dressing down to my Tesla character,
elbows up, free, easy. There I go, holist.

We like newness in a way when both leave things. Like

how I graduated from this shame of ours, this pride

in the battle between the sexes? The rich won.

Can you place our names? I have a full canoe of alter-ego, asides and decorative indeterminacy. With hat, I got to anticipating mind control as disingenuous.

Unlike the head in one head, third-place supreme courts are traded from the top; time to find fortune underground, in roundish coiffures from out of town. De-rattled by Vogue and noted last century, there’s the rustic perp for a painter style and muddled cool. We come from someone, slowly calmed by that fear we were of a kind he was to others, but I lack redoubled patrimony and sounding-it-out tools.

Did you check the oil?

Very good. Very goo
knocking chanters
off, throwing knives, wrecking them
from the inside, slicing up!

It gave me hiccups when senses re-cooled, the unoccupied mind long overdue. The you

I reference is in primary season.

And I’m back reading and lifting plates, you in the foreground with pleasant memories. (The conductor knows everything.)

Geben Sie ihm helfen, bitte..

We grabbed the narrator (we couldn’t rule him out), staying blithe from the twin column in potatoland dirt colors, a flurry of identity fantasy, perhaps, yet eco-conscious and nightlife to frantic calls.

The fop is a French invention, an essentialist’s incarnation. It’s now an English tramp thing, Le Smoking for surf, dressed, eft.

Beach safety — wow, everything has that just-did-it-for-creation smell. The Buddha Machine on Low, marking Tramp Lapping My Skull. Pointless stupid madness. (Yours.) The double v above his eyes means very-very. (I’m not.)

P.S.

I know this sounds lame — you and I annulled our thingness with a few hand-waves and felt rapt, the way we inspire open, emotional austerity,

Mr Pipeline

To commune sounds handsome, also calm, also bendy. In the same call he reverses prerogatives, that is, the voice does. (I’ll table the difference. Each.)

“Cloven, we are incorporate...”

His message is mixed but never better aligned. Together, and across, the call center serves as hideout, learning the ropes, perusing scraps and parts of hope.

No fins of infinity. Nope.

Pigeons pattern the exponents where detachment is trimmed.

We have no major issues.

Shady aftermath inter-scope.

And to think a way out, we can blur the ground and yield authority to a bowl that’s really a vase, sit and watch dogs turn smoky brown tracking vans in drizzle, tarnished from sight, playing against a stack of storm windows, within a composure for light a translator can’t reach.