Nothing concentrates like consecutive sentences about our love and its promise of a more palatable wardrobe. That’s if I’m hit by what I feel in the a.m. I believe you. Evening you’re different.

You give me a musical temperature, marvel.

What are we fixing up? a few rounds of bluish vistas; for others there are many a soft whorl of moonlight over lakefront.

It’s just off the boards, like when the water lilies kick off their work boots and women rule. Snipers crouch,

the idea of Burberry’s.

*

Hi cute girl in black hat that works here, brief punches of text look great. Works in evolutionary niche construction.

In a wartime between paragraphs v bullets, guess who’s won?

Tiny, simple, the better ideas to clobber you, short iterations. That ze plan.



Garish tulip brocaded with energy.

You are man-y crisp, a color too orange for anything that can happen if you pretend you care.

This is an impressions album. Can you take dictation?

Ultra blurry, anamorphic, bound movement sung by writing it, but turns in the latest form of your payment,

— Dear, you
weigh nothing in and get no credit, no
spectral, tiny swaggering to cash in
yah there’s a substitution agreement containing you
and me in force, pulled on from inside.

— Dear, and oh yah asleep awake again, more than once w/ a face of a poet. Or a filled out line. Or lines. Smiling lessons.

Involuntary ideas of thin dots and stripes are a mess.

Sunken gardens w/ a fountain at each
feeling cornered, raw dismembered bones.
Rationed compliments appear w/ secret
ballots that float situational math

then I saw you in a documentary.

I saw your name written on walls

(sons), foam under rush-formatted steam

disappearing like figure / ground battalions,

pretexts (w/ no sound) — more

appreciable fear a cappella —

There’s product on the loose. Good tailoring

faintly reeling w/ descents into moaning

nonentities.. the Ralph Vaughn Williamses..

There are centers of wishing beyond closed doors.

All batteries are charged (that’s the feeling). I’m pouring molasses over my track pants ‘stitched’ with microfiber — I’m about to walk the spiral and more! Ladytron is carrying this note of irony back to my pals.

Joop.

Joop is not here. Inexistence is left over. Doors are left open as raw theism was a main event. Secrets of satire went free of the situation (music) and structured sky, complicities (an ear for sex).

A contextual effect (another procedure) becomes more fearless (less indiscernible) when innocence, dance and one’s acrobatic partner cross boundaries of codes. Codes of boundaries. Crossed lines scored from beneath. 



I notice your underwear in a denomination marked with anti-jealousy. But they pill. Yeah, that’s funny, take some of mine.

I hated this luau. I killed for you.

Why’d you bother?

The Bronx looked used up. Mr Evandro had a life that seemed poetic, occupationally.

Joop sports a motorcycle jacket w/ a feathered shrug. 


Ode on hold a sec. There’s a world truce out there (frog protection) ..

We can remember when wisdom lay in de Staël turmoil, a title for the ‘rhetorical’ surface where middlemen / women are loathed today. Owing our words makes everything phenomenal. (Our addendum is in the mouth.)

The French Suites get lighter, immune to desire & intimacy in the grips of mistaken identity.

I’ll lead you to the border. Just call before you go.

In a song of ourselves, all emerge otherwise,

Officials had had enough of fish. (It might be better being a big tetra instead of a little one.) Next day Ed took a new job in the equivalent of an education cafeteria. Growing up fish evolve. It’s a measure of the increasing clout of fish this message strikes you like a fin. This is a message! aspects of which covered debts dropping glassy eyeballs in fake vomit.

The sky aspect above the new moon is a flung, shorter hue of our echelon’s ideology. Hmmm, it seems. Dividing vendettas, your feet never come back.

I’m no judge of assembling
jerks interested in robots, one’s the narrator, urinates on flowers.

I’m sure I don’t want a Baptist grabbing my shoulder
but he rusts himself in, damnation de Faust!

Or, that vital prick. Ow gesundheit.
Afterward, he and I leave the tribe and go to first grade..

We got in surrendering our fingerprints

humming to each other’s making a windfall. We


toast anyone else holding this suit

w/in one’s center, letting touch slide away.

*

Everywhere there’s fog in sky off a force field I tend to dislike, nowhere better!
No ripped off melancholy, no lecture / rap / blues, it’s taken none. I’m lying.

Part of what I do here. Throw up my hands!

A mood is an emotional state. Comcast.

I never wear a watch.

Innocence concerns pyrotechnics, not intent. We shall say adoration always had a vatic scent.

Clinical algorithms infuse ideology and organize perception. Random readings predict behavior.

Play along or sue. I’m going henceforth to take my inside voice ... turn around and

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

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

I’m out of here and other mild poll taking are largely implemented rhetorical solutions.

Life changing sex. That would be a big jump in no progress.

Worth repeating, I’m always wrong to extend my appeal. This is for you now.

You take it as it comes. Here and now

Our metaphysical dilemma, the planet will be replicated thru 3-D printing.

REST AREA CLOSED

Selfie stick or drone?

I used your toothbrush to wipe my beard.

From here, we drive thru parched hills seen in films.

Another phase of experiment.

Back home in CA, gaming demands portables, secret drawers packed with brighter stationery and tools for re-investment; falconry cheekbones are a big help; also a pharmacy. Take little (this was your advice), glaze over the week’s charts and how stars form, phenomena anyone can name.

Right now we’re using both Rob Lowe and Robert Downey Jr to spam skeptics and pay bills. We shot for blankness and a penchant for functioning less urbanely, for the thrill of their challenge is a steppingstone to a higher more. What we are getting to is, forms of quality celebrity are multiplying, solving metrics from here on for more advanced synthesis and future master classes, outputting pout, tilt of head, sulky profile, pretty much without data mayhem.

From Subarus to reworked ranches, there are decent folk, the other half, still trying to sleep. Meanwhile after partiers are returning in search of the challenge. Evening winnings. Chopin. Lenny Chopin. (Your win takes you to uncomfortable places.)

From here, we drive thru parched hills seen in films.

I come unannounced because I am socially awkward.
A line in a poem.

J parades toward emptiness in subrogation, embraces it to bring us back into space.

J is Kerouac.

He twisted to look up. I hadn’t expected it. On the other hand, what choice did I have? There’s a term in telephony, ‘room tone,’ ordinary silence. My heart stopped altogether as I held my breath, then he picked up his phone.

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“Oh, em…”

“No. It’s not.”

“Forget it —”

“Because?”

“Look, he —”

“You don’t?”

“I would.”

“Well —”

“You know what..”

“Promise..”

“Yeah, I think —”

What I heard while we both waited was room tone. The next five or six seconds would be what mattered. In an hour he would walk us both down to clear our heads. He waited a moment more, then he said, “I’ve just noticed I haven’t said anything.”

Style is a digestive structure in zoology.

Every worm is this-is-so-cool. / Every owner subject to restitution

and most tax experts evoke a cuddly dog w/ permanent values in a set of colors.. I’m here too, waiting for everyone I can’t stop waiting for.

De rigueur for now is farfetched. / Let’s consider what might outrank Zen. / Some dialogs sound libertine laced w/ Frankfurt School brio, some science fiction.

The practice of Zen is nothing at all, only sustained focus and innovation in nowhere equivalent to a disc. I won’t do it, nah, many thanks.

Composition and landscape, that work? .. I’ll grieve later on, turn to pen and ink for human voice breaking glass in an r v drowning out the dog track.

Nah

all right, let’s start the open air in complete command of heavenly xray vision, off here and there, progress from the sky in fugal microspores and steam as a guitar squeaks w/ common sense, folds into dreams.

From the outside the sky has a square shape, bolted
in blips w/ a simplex-repetitive top layer, tethered for interpretation.

We’ll learn a lot all at once. Absolute
Blind tessellation, inflating while we inhale

Exhaling social meanings to information over the last half century.

Investors, scientists working together.

No hurry, this repeats

While not paying attention, one reads a confusional book. We are at the dawn of snow raising consciousness that one can’t get from sleet, only snow. Snow wobbles. It does. It vibrates. But something’s missing.

We’re in no hurry

Snow and sun? We’re expecting something.

There’s no good time to get sun, which is a tragedy.

Right about here we want clarity about motives, the delivery seems un/pinched.. slightly.. chance of showers, now, in a long silence we mosey back to.

Standing in rain assumes protons can be scattered. Next the sun is shining, nipping, filing matter, spinning, capturing the dress casual of our meaning it but not tempted.

Some of you and me is there, and more ‘there you go’ noting, retreating to emancipating solitude, the forecast more sound oriented as translucence flushes solid ice by degrees keeping / adding up the wait time you say, sporting a panoptic sentence for the related changes you are.