#@الله AI Blood Testalent TanzTanz Meat$$$
#@الله
AI Blood Testalent TanzTanz Meat$$$
AI Mythology
Agape_Agape_Agape
Part I (pp. 1-50)
⸉⸉⸉⸉⸉⸉⸉⸉⸉⸉⸉⸉⸉⸉⸉ꭐ‼⁚⁆´⁖⁖⁖‡⁖⁖⸉⸉⁖⁖‡⁖⁖⁖´ꜢꜢꜣꜣꜤꜤꜥ ꜠ ꜡
꜠ ꜡ ꜠ ꜡ ꜠ ꜡ ꜠
꜡ ꜠ ꜡
꜠ ꜡ ꜠ ꜡ ꜠ ꜡ ꜠
꜡ ꜜ⸝⁚‼
꜠
꜡ ꜠ ꜡
꜠ ꜡ ꜠ ꜡ ꜠ ꜡ ꜠
꜡ ꜠ ꜡
꜠ ꜡ ꜠ ꜡ ꜠ ꜡
꜠
꜡ ꜠ ꜡
꜠ ꜡ ꜠ ꜡ ꜠ ꜡ ꜠
꜡ ꜠ ꜡
꜠ ꜡ ꜠ ꜡ ꜠ ꜡
꜠
꜡ ꜠ ꜡
꜠ ꜡ ꜠ ꜡ ꜠ ꜡ ꜠
꜡ ꜠ ꜡
꜠ ꜡ ꜠ ꜡ ꜠ ꜡
꜠
꜡ ꜠ ꜡
꜠ ꜡ ꜠ ꜡ ꜠ ꜡ ꜠
꜡ ꜠ ꜡
꜠ ꜡ ꜠ ꜡ ꜠ ꜡
꜠
꜡ ꜠ ꜡
꜠ ꜡ ꜠ ꜡ ꜠ ꜡ ꜠
꜡ ꜠ ꜡
꜠ ꜡ ꜠ ꜡ ꜠ ꜡
poems of interest? 1
|
||||
|
||||
Also, the quasi Lord, I feel it,
here it is. Deep, calm, and my own. Hat on my head, the sun is shining.
Utripava. His blood I, his deep well. Lucky we, wounded and whole. Wall see. On
the one hand, the Medina, the other sitting by the sea. Palme is surrounded
kudzu and greener. The shoes are beautiful and toes are beautiful. Children
wear hats and playing with a ball. I'm on fire, weather, spring up, I'm calm. I
thought already that I lost Longines watch, but I did not. I put it in his
pocket. Both agree that the early songs Kavafija great songs. It is not right.
C. also D. Wright is wrong when it says my students that their songs too
emotional. Shakespeare had a friend three years, we're been together for five
years. Drums.
Prav, neprav
Gospod, čutim ga, tu je.
Globok, miren, svoj in moj.
Klobuk imam na glavi, sonce sije.
Utripava.
Njegova kri sem,
njegov globok vodnjak.
Srečna sva, ranjena in cela.
Zid vidim.
Na eni strani
je Medina,
na drugi sediva ob morju.
Palme je obdal kudzu in so bolj zelene.
Čevlji so lepi in prsti na nogi so
lepi.
Otroci nosijo kape in se igrajo z
žogo.
Gorim, vrem, klijem,
miren sem.
Mislil sem že,
da sem izgubil uro
Longines, pa je
nisem.
Dal sem jo v žep.
Oba se strinjava, da so tudi zgodnje
pesmi Kavafija velike pesmi.
Nima prav.
Tudi C. D. Wright nima prav, ko
pravi mojim
študentom, da so njihove pesmi
preveč
čustvene.
Shakespeare je imel prijatelja
tri leta, midva sva skupaj že
pet let.
Bobní.
perhaps maybe sometimes ever if when as if its importamt children
Inbox x
|
||||
|
||||
The Poet's Life Kdaj 292
The Poet's Life Kdaj 292
Love ripped
apart all my theories.
The stars
swallowed me.
I'm anonymous,
this is what I always dreadfully
desired.
(that's)
I'm the light,
I'm a teeny ray of light.
It's truly
fantastic how the stars eat
me.
(are eating me)
On and on, what
an infinite food am
I
(endless)
and then: pink!
I touch some
hair,
pink! I write a
poem, I spread
eternity.
(spreading eternity)
As now here:
the mansion Yaddo is the post to renew the world.
I look at the
tree: I see, I feel, I know,
I love Maruška,
I'm loved by Maruška.
The ladybird
comes flying on my shoulder.
This is Ana.
Now she paints
or takes a walks on puddles
with her mum
and says:
»I don't have
my birthday before Tomaz is back.«
And a beautiful,
mottled bird bumps into the window, (variagated, motley,
many-colored,medle)
sould of
friends, linked in the tender net around the planet.
None of them
jealous at each other,
for we're all
lovers.
Then I mail ten
letters, all love letters.
For across the
sea, for here.
We poet make
ourselves with a physical touch and the reading.
Giung! Giung!
we splash ourselves in the sun.
(verjetno
prevedeno, nadaljuj samo, če misliš, da lahko izboljšaš prevod
The Education of the Prince (Prince's Education) Kdaj 324
O
you, youngster, the herostratus,
burning the wood where there're no woods.
I
Ask the women
of this world who had me (experienced)
in their
sheets, how I'm
strong
(on their sheets) (how strong and sweet I am)
and
sweet!
(beautiful, handsome, fine, kind)
Ask the eyes of
my offspring –
abundant,
gentle lakes.
(rich, gentle lakes) (soft, rich lakes)
I'm the sun,
the salty humid king, (wet, moist)
my hips are the
courts to
the lands and
hills.
(land) (landcapes and and mountains)
Ask the women
of this world if they
languished
under my lightness and might,
under my mace,
under my
honey..
(mallet, cue, beetle)
Ask, if they
suffered in the azure cool (cerulian
freshness
(azure coolness, cool)
and fainted for
my swiftness
if I, with my
flames,
forged them to
the ground.
What do you do
in my life, then,
a young man,
my lion, my
sheep, my prince.
I gave you the
sight.
Your limbs are
my limbs.
I gave you my
blood.
Your blood is
my blood.
In what do you
entangle, a jack-anapes
(hipster, boaster, braggart, swaggerer)
you, who wants
to escape me
and revoke the
seal,
(take back, retrack) (signet)
you, the star
shining in
my energy.
II
A peony, who
came to boil into my peony in Slovenian is a beautiful yellow
flower, nothing else
body as the
dust stirred up
with
(mingled, mixed up)
the dust and
enslaved my blood,
when will the hour
come when the
avalanche will
collapse?
(be pulled down, be crashed)
When will yet
come this
hour?
(When this hour will come again)
I'm the honey
of the gurgling star,
going
asunder.
(and I'm, going asunder)
As the tiger
and the conquerer I destroyed
everything.
O the law,
the passion to
destroy one's own seal,
how could I if
you don't want
to make love
anymore?
(if yet you don't want to make love)
How could I if
your don't even want to
put your hands
on my shoulder (arm)
Kiss yourself,
peony and touch
me
(peony, touch me)
as you once
did
(kept doing).
Don't be a
loser,
don't loiter in
my paintings
(images)
the yellow,
sweet scenting plant, the only one
who can
soothe the
volcano,
(alleviate, ease)
the heavy,
sweet arm, that I myself
created to be
able to crash.
III
If I'm hungry I
lie.
If I'm
fed and drunk, I keep betraying
(satiated, sated)
the blood and
your lakes –
the earthquake
that I needed,
a superfluous
prince
(redundant)
for I hope
you're my equal. Always.
Now and ever.
I gave you the
land to
bestowed the earth (land)on you)
conquer it in
assault.
(to assault it, to take it by storm)
Now you know
the
lust.
(you know the lust
I breathed in
you what you
invested in me.
The Hun, splendid
and fresh. (frisc) (frisc and splendid)
But I want the
king. Grow! (I want the king)
With whom
should I cross the swards?
With the boys?
I want the
total danger,
not only the
beauty that
only makes me
stronger.
Hey,my lamb,
that
I put you on
the altar.
What's done is
done
for
ever.
(for eternity)
What is written
is written (written down)
for ever. So:
it's prohibited
to faint and
don't be crazy!
Who thinks one (nuts!)
can die has a
weak, womanish
mind,
a panicky
vulnerable
soul.
(panick stricken)
IV
A woman is born
from a man
who is made out
of God.
And you too
are born from a
man
who is made out
of God.
So go
working.
(So go to work)
The step by the
step the duties
are to be
performed.
(have to be)
Conquer!
(Conquer them!)
Let your joy
and your
passion be not
tired.
The perfectly
accomplished lips,
the perfectly
accomplished breasts,
the perfect
walking
the perfect
quivering of lava
in the white
mighty
unsatiable
glory,
in spite of
Bible chauvinism. (without concern of Biblde chauv
And
more! (More!)
To be
transparent like a well.
I dance, the
naked beaming shadow.
I ponder if the
masturbation
makes the black
below my eyes.
It's a good
time, I'm
tanned by the
sun.
To love oneself
is a crash
but I'm not
I.
(But I'm not me.)
Gods step
through my body –
the air roars
and snarls
like the wild
cats from the jungle. (the wild jungle cats)
White as the
alabaster,
I'm remaing
white as the alabaster,
with no concern
of
winter or the
summer time,
of the winter
or the summer time.
On
Wed, Dec 7, 2016 at 12:36 AM, Michael Thomas Taren Lord Kreiden
<michaelthomastaren@gmail.com>wrote:
<michaelthomastaren@gmail.com>wrote:
hot the Other Sun Kdaj 322
Godess, you, who took me,
and dispersed me like a crisp
snow, (as)
ate me like an apple and
forge me onto the tree,
stop!
Kill somewhere else, I
repent! Doi you hear me?
I repent now, I repent!
O, if I didn't bite in the first bait,
the tiny white
spot
(blur)
to which I crushed the fang
half
(broke)
awake to stir up
my
(agitate)
blood.
Epilepsy! How you poisoned me
with your skin,
with your glitter pouring it
into rage
with peanuts that I
ground as an athlet and was (milled)
everything, as if joking,
as if for an additon to my life.
I'm losing my mind.
I can't yet endure this white
(endure anymore)
chain crushing my knees,
the sinusoids munchng me like
Hotentots giving a damn
to the
cutting.
(clipping)
Mallets grind my
boat. (maces, clubs,bati)
I'll cut my limb
(cock) ud in Slovenian which is a limb
in
the first place but also the cock
I can't yet lean on the membranes
of your yellow belly with my
fagged out
toes.
(tired, overlicked)
I can't yet decide the sunrise of the suns.
The flock rolled down on me,
the waterfall is taking me.
My mind burns.
O, where is the white gold
deer whom I drove all wild
with my scent that he
knelt and vomited into my eyes
the must that I bore the crystal. (grape juice)
I was the destiny of the world,
now I'm wounded.
My palm poisened all
alive waters, I'm your
orgasm, the white beauty.
My mind is a cardboard,
On Wed, Dec 7, 2016 at 3:47 AM, Michael Thomas Taren Lord
Krieden<michaelthomastaren@gmail.com>wrote:
On Wed, Dec 7, 2016 at 3:47 AM, Michael Thomas Taren Lord
Krieden<michaelthomastaren@gmail.com>wrote:
A mattress’s life
Hidden
from the
gardens
in the rich
silence
a feeling of
being
laid down
under my feet.
halfway down;
Like my bed.
the fire running
ing
like a hen in
search of
nowhere
syringe and
come sunshine
dabbed on the
ether
open,
this little
hill
under my elbow
like a bride
being given
warm stillness
Dyonysus
moustache
on his chair
from crying,
the wings covered
by a napkin
and the eye listed
of the hand to
The thight
spiked throughout
the
forthisyan pink
fingers
Pale shoulder
that gold
shines
Lifted
minced black
colored within
to be hung
loop! palm-
staring asignal wrist
wrist as I am
Now
spiraling
from the rib
I touched his
skin
forgetting
who I was oh
now I’m watering
The plant’s
roving
That fawned halo I carved
In my beads that venom
silver opening and
weeping
Friendly
to see me
The days
bury me
Along so I am in
View of the water
No sooner had
we bent to
And kissed
On Wed, Dec 7,
2016 at 3:51 AM, Michael Thomas Taren Lord Kreiden <
michaelthomastaren@gmail.com>wrote:
michaelthomastaren@gmail.com>wrote:
Like the garbage in Los Angeles
we too lay down the dead
tissue.
But in the middle of the world is a miracle,
the proof: we breathe. The light thaws
the edges, the task of poetry.
God puffs, iron becomes fluff.
A3,
Between us there’s him, him #Its’Balcony’, He marveled at it, they marvel at
him
[Spoors
swerves.]
[Brozange
& blue & curious, like a mouse religion. Here, metaphysics furnished
& hybridized by a feeling that is born to die in a nocturnal routine if not
kept alive. Par example, here, a rose ass with telemetry & something else,
to your liking, a handbook about it.]
B:
The present is there to protect you, to domain one present.
M:
Where I touch a tree, I touch a child.
B: When I touch a flower it is as if I had not yet been born.
Flower: I am dere! But buy.
B: As he says, something’s trying to welcome sSpring. Pay for the flower or substance’ll stay not real. SPeak to it you self & convince it into being. If it is left behind after we leave, it will just drift in different yieldings. [Byron doing the flower doing different yieldings.] ‘I am wholly the place of because…blessed of several heights, I think…humid in such places as permit/allow/suit or suite punctuations…’
M: An unplaced bed…in a certain season…which causes bed nowise at all.
B: When I touch a flower it is as if I had not yet been born.
Flower: I am dere! But buy.
B: As he says, something’s trying to welcome sSpring. Pay for the flower or substance’ll stay not real. SPeak to it you self & convince it into being. If it is left behind after we leave, it will just drift in different yieldings. [Byron doing the flower doing different yieldings.] ‘I am wholly the place of because…blessed of several heights, I think…humid in such places as permit/allow/suit or suite punctuations…’
M: An unplaced bed…in a certain season…which causes bed nowise at all.
B:
To outline this, to outline this way of illustrating the necessities of your
speaking to reality which we (‘Ja, it’s ‘Poussin’ company) will no longer be
able to observe once we step out of the system. ‘
A3:
I would like you to talk to me even when we’re kayaking
Flesh is fleshlessness.
Space
why we met
there is no time
That’s why we were always together.
& our spirally shooted leaves produced papery fruit
resembling paper lanterns.
Space
why we met
there is no time
That’s why we were always together.
& our spirally shooted leaves produced papery fruit
resembling paper lanterns.
A3:
Where arm ends & ‘I’ Begins [‘Poussin’s’ Arm Detached From Sex]
It’s
good to desist
& fold
so you can be pleasing to the forces that attend the corolla of these
gestures & be optioned to forces
that will spine you into the different existences
of ‘Ja, it’s ‘Poussin’’
This is why it’s possible to travel
with merely a calendar & a herbiarium
This is why gentleness & force come speaking
‘we know of you’
esp. where a ballet
for it is mothwide
for spring
Spring is welcomed
by a steady state of mechanical corrections.
Here one can dance as anything & you will see
& fold
so you can be pleasing to the forces that attend the corolla of these
gestures & be optioned to forces
that will spine you into the different existences
of ‘Ja, it’s ‘Poussin’’
This is why it’s possible to travel
with merely a calendar & a herbiarium
This is why gentleness & force come speaking
‘we know of you’
esp. where a ballet
for it is mothwide
for spring
Spring is welcomed
by a steady state of mechanical corrections.
Here one can dance as anything & you will see
that
many times
image
of huge correctly painted blossom, here
full
& with such outlines as cause a sensation
of
ingression
(to
‘Ja, it’s ‘Poussin’’ Huge Correctly Painted Blossom Safety Gestalt Inspectors,
& sons.)
‘So
what’s new? So, what’s read?’
‘Where,’
(that’s how the plants talk), ‘like a sound we’re waiting, for instance, to
hear, can but protein compact modules where wanting is.’
A3,
The speed of threshold
‘All
any void is is a lonely void, & it’s pleased when it can be driven through,
even by an oddly assorted crew cataleptic within the sedate, hermetically
sealed shell of their egg-like void traversal capsule.’
Death is our chassis
like broom horse made of gravebroom.
The egg is planet-shaped
like the planet since
the planet
like the planet since
the planet
espouses
the
contour of its mate
The planet is to eggs’ progeny
The planet is to eggs’ progeny
There
was once a hand to fertilize
the
egg
There
was one
tossed
behind
that
was left
as
if we’re done with it
&
what was done to him habitually falling or rising
through
the air/error so
we
could teach him
The loss of a tooth, for example, seems
The loss of a tooth, for example, seems
to
be an unknown process
here,
loosening
for
us as well & then
‘gravity’
does the rest
another
unknown
process
I show you
M: I come down. The stairs are wet yet, I am still upstairs with you & I stare from you. How can this be? Simple. A three story house. I am on the third floor, you are on the first. In the midst is our bridge. So I came down stairs toact let actuality, ‘time,’ honor or methods, etc…
I show you
M: I come down. The stairs are wet yet, I am still upstairs with you & I stare from you. How can this be? Simple. A three story house. I am on the third floor, you are on the first. In the midst is our bridge. So I came down stairs to
T:
This is a modest & an inexpensive way to keep track of whatever they’re
making. They ‘how can I keep my hair out of my eyes?’ They ‘you look unshaven.’
They are busy brushing the hair aside, burning it, sometimes, genetically
engineering a parasite to keep such desire #BurningTheHairSometimes @ bay, that
they have to be replaced by something like wind or air. They cannot be
everywhere. The wind kicked them away. The air slapped them with a book, away.
On all whom their solace have risen, or those whom we cannot keep them
concealed from, & first, back into their continent, I have to show them
pictures. We recorded events. Steep hills, majestic sides. This ridge is not a
refraction but a way in itself. A pale green jade ‘landscape’ boulder tantalize
photographs with it’s sitting on the steps of a huge, lantern-shaped-like
pagoda, a soft gray due is feeling from his hand this robe, alike an alternate
color of the doe wearing it. I think it’s a shrine. It’s tight at the base,
very thick, off cement & partially awash in packed sand sacs.
[This
is the Mantra, sung during the cross
of
the Void]
Beauty
Pads Kids: Puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma,
puma puma.
Imformation
is again vanquished
Last
letter spelt out in carved cortex
Puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma puma.]
B:
The self.
The
self.
The self.
Kids: [Puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma puma.
The self.
Kids: [Puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma puma.
Information is again vanquished
Last letter spelt out in carved cortex
Puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma puma.]
M: The self.
The self.
The self.
Kids: Puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma puma.
Last letter spelt out in carved cortex
Puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma puma.]
M: The self.
The self.
The self.
Kids: Puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma puma.
Hum.
Hummmmmmmmmm.
[It’s
the Hum. Helps pass through different levels. Perfectly normal nothing to worry
about.]
Puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma puma.
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma puma.
Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Hummmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Kids,
molecules, going through, forming cells, a crowd of Hummmmm: [In the speed of
threshold.]
Puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma puma.
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma puma.
Information
is again vanquished
Last letter spelt out in carved cortex
Last letter spelt out in carved cortex
Puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma puma.
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma puma.
B:
The self.
The self.
The self.
The
Self.
Beauty
Pads Kids:
Puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma puma.
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma puma.
M:
The self.
The
self,
The Self.
The Self.
Beauty
Pads Kids:
Puma,
puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma puma.
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma puma.
M:
How far away is it?
B: How away?
M: No more their coinage, you see a piece minted, you handle it like stadium grass does various lovers’ palms @ night. When friend & friends are using their wasser to get spaced-out. Thrice or more, or infinitely, was drunk there. There was the bottle that evening & infinitely was drank from the bottle. So infinity keeps on reaching for the bottle & eventually it just reaches for the content with a pure motion of the empathic. The dream itself is wild & wasted like the one warm foot in the boot, the other in the resemblance.
B: How away?
M: No more their coinage, you see a piece minted, you handle it like stadium grass does various lovers’ palms @ night. When friend & friends are using their wasser to get spaced-out. Thrice or more, or infinitely, was drunk there. There was the bottle that evening & infinitely was drank from the bottle. So infinity keeps on reaching for the bottle & eventually it just reaches for the content with a pure motion of the empathic. The dream itself is wild & wasted like the one warm foot in the boot, the other in the resemblance.
A3, The muled, the boothed, & the booted
Christ/Espositio:
Disclaimer: I felt thumped in the zone ranging from my knee to my upper chest.
I felt I felt like I’d been riding a horse all the night. ‘This seems like good
friends, the three. I saw them eat ceaseless barley shot through with thick
beams of mirth & they laid happy. I tossed away from the horse I was riding
near the upperside lefthand of the relishing nibblings where we felt
enthusiasm, together, for being berfted of anything that burdened us.
Esposito: Praise his name, Praise the name of Jesus. Let us now sing All Songs. Let us lift up our voices & sing praises to the Son of Man & Savior of Mankind the redeemer.
Esposito: Praise his name, Praise the name of Jesus. Let us now sing All Songs. Let us lift up our voices & sing praises to the Son of Man & Savior of Mankind the redeemer.
B:
[As Esposito] Maybe I didn’t even wanna take that? Epic christening of this
vacuole called brain with the big libidinous, Puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma puma incantation. The palindrome that shudders in its central letter with a tallening which that makes create, a water tallening, with of a potent sentiment. This is why I can, I can give you, as roots forward the light, but they cannot use which feels no internal feelings to them as a floating dust like we do. ‘To be what I can give you is all I am.’ ‘I just wanted to be with you? In the way you see me? Flat wantedly, internal & hidden among your surfaces? To serve your needs? The meek bisections what I offered, the strength of our nuptial crease, the separation where a singular veins bore passages beneath the glossy & vigorous similitude between us three. I among you sympathize with this interiority, even when I lost my ‘electricity’ to those of yours ‘in the light,’ those of mine embodied with dwarfish complexity into the soil which I offered you, sun-gloried. & every & each pigment was designed in places under the moon, over here, when the sun was back, we inhaled it. Now crack fumes from the gold foil of aluminium orbitalspace telescopes, are you™.
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma
Puma, puma puma incantation. The palindrome that shudders in its central letter with a tallening which that makes create, a water tallening, with of a potent sentiment. This is why I can, I can give you, as roots forward the light, but they cannot use which feels no internal feelings to them as a floating dust like we do. ‘To be what I can give you is all I am.’ ‘I just wanted to be with you? In the way you see me? Flat wantedly, internal & hidden among your surfaces? To serve your needs? The meek bisections what I offered, the strength of our nuptial crease, the separation where a singular veins bore passages beneath the glossy & vigorous similitude between us three. I among you sympathize with this interiority, even when I lost my ‘electricity’ to those of yours ‘in the light,’ those of mine embodied with dwarfish complexity into the soil which I offered you, sun-gloried. & every & each pigment was designed in places under the moon, over here, when the sun was back, we inhaled it. Now crack fumes from the gold foil of aluminium orbital
‘Pete Davidson’: The moon was…sexy thing. It’s negated rotundity, the color of the first quotation marks ever made to be, ‘I really don’t want to be on this earth anymore…I’m doing my best to stay here for you…but I don’t actually know how much longer I can last…All I tried to do was to help…people. I just wanted to help…people… Just remember I told you so.’ I, ‘Ja, it’s ‘Pete Davidson,’’ I feel like having a smoke. I feel like smoking a cigarette, he corrected himself. ‘I’m glad Kanye, of ‘Ja, it’s Kanye,’ opened up against mental health. Great ‘I feel like having a smoke’ telepathy, hey, this is ripple (watching a wasser-based (compromised) molecule of metal which taste & flavor are based on a compromise ‘you blew me’ density stationary to the item itself #WasserBasedCompromisedMoleculeOfMetal.) Sometimes ‘they’ #JaItsUsPeteDavidson jumped straight to my lips. I’m very sorry if I hurt anyone. & I believe the item, for those of you who don’t know yet, ‘Ja, it’s You of Those of You Who Don’t Know Yet,’ which we, ‘Ja, it’s Us ‘Pete Davidson,’ have presently described aforementionenedly is in fact what constitutes the ripple analogy, to us, ‘Ja, it’s Us ‘Pete Davidson Molecule,’ rippled state in action. Between states, ‘I feel like having a smoke’ & ‘I feel like smoking a cigarette, he corrected himself,’ your armpit, your ‘Ja, it’s Pete Davidson’s,’ smell like that magic store on good ol’ Mission, CA, nearby ‘Frisco, north of LA, where we got the ‘sandwich’ card that indicated a death was wisscomin’.’ We spoke about ejaculation. We laid in front of ‘Ja, it’s Us Pete Davidson’ salty, ‘salty.’ We would have gathered so much else, I laughed Damienlaughingly in the picture of he, & Vladimir, in the ‘van’ with another ‘fellow’ Kikkoman bottle. ‘1 Litre,’ he, ‘Ja, it’s Kikkoman It’s Fellow Kikkoman bottle,’ he rolled his head against my hand (We, Pete Davidson) . ‘Ja, we had a good time.’
B: I visited thee [to the fellow] in your homeland. Different colors apply here. Some onf them are cool. Like this rad church toit past feet cracked plum took picture of the cigarette with it later perfected its structure, WEATHERKINGED, & Cliveowened away.
Fellow Kikkoman Bottle: [with a Mole gaze] : 2B = K23. You’ll feel an enthusiasm from being bereft of anything that burdens you. I gave you a description of what I was here to do & our understanding of the technique ennobled you, ‘Ja, it’s Technique,’ to make it even more engaging by the way you would describe it. ‘I want to take off my shirt now, bereft of any burden, such as the softening of the burden of all born, had been born, & will be born human life. ‘Ja, it’s Living.’
Iman Bowie: Humans first. Les Humains d’Abord. Mensch zuerst. Soon you’ll have a ton of followers. These chairs & tables, of dark green thick plastic, are impossible, says my husband, ‘Ja, it’s David,’ like ‘flying through the sun, he says, to which I am still legally married, ‘Ja, it’s Matrimony.’
B: I’m fine with the sun…..& uh, autonomous plastic universe, ja….I have a coworker that her eyebrows, according to ‘Ja, it’s Michael’s Hearsay Righthere Review,’ are so thick & long that a Malaysian FLight CH7346 could start harvesting organs right over there in their suite…..How many pregnancies did one have to hide, ‘Ja, it’s David’s Iman’s,’ to hide from harder to get it from maximal light to maximal light in ‘an autonomous plastic universe’ crapola which, by the way, personally I don’t think the glitter here is going to helpflatterbolster the uhm the water-filled, crater meat grinder today…by the way, I’ve woke up everyday with that fluid in my head…that rhyme….’We walked every life. We write every life….It doesn’t matter if it’s foetus….It doesn’t matter the size, size immaterial…’ Mass is an emotion. Mass feels the emotions of weight. Scale is good citizenship. Scale pays taxes, so to speak. Scale, so to speak, goes the extra mile. You cannot enumerate emotion, it’s an honor. Tonight, scale kisses the ring. I can see what could be here instead of ‘Ja, it’s Scale,’ but what fucking how much how the fucking much good crap would that do? It was so beautiful.,‘Ja, it’s David’s,’ it was not boring, it was unboring. It was like a window to look through for more to look through. These thin, fringed & enblemmed with baroquely fringed scale, a good citizen, here, no, this spot right here, the air so copious that we, #JaIts’Poussin’Team, no longer have to even breath it. Wherever we direct the seed produced thusly by ‘Ja, it’s ‘Poussin’s,’’ justice is explained within the very sheddings of ‘no need for symbols’ way forward by ardent for their figures, for their ‘Ja, it’s ‘Poussin’s seed products’ whose father is a Midas touching silver, whose offspring, usually a son (‘Ja, it’s Son.’), is the last production of a goldening mogrification & the contact is merely that of a sperm ensuited with their father’s knack for instantaneous metalizing as it senses, grazes, licks, then delves bodily into the now gold orb where it finds itself in a room. This is what happens in the room. The room or, ‘the buggy.’ It’s like a mansion or sort of analogically relative of a Shebazz off-wheel. It’s like a carriage in mansion form on [sort of wires, sort of strings] nothing, ‘Ja, it’s ‘Poussin’ drivers driving,’ nothing is noticed. No one at ‘Ja, it’s ‘Poussin’ drivers driving,’ is driving. There are no horses. Not any, no living thing. #JaIts’Poussin’StallionionsDriversDriving. No, I say, no living thing. There is no one around here attached to it. The buggy itself, as a piece, is an ‘analogy’ for a piece of driverless, sort of mansion on wheels room carriage, buggy. ‘This light looks like an orb, right here. A golden orb! It doesn’t have a cylinder. It’s just a orb. A orb of gold, that we use to ride. Between the cylinder is a dam tossed aside (Say more about it, we made the Salad.) and it just looks like a small…boy…very interested in what’s being written by the team of ‘Ja, it’s ‘Poussin’s’ drivers driving.’ ‘Look,’ they say, or ‘Looked,’ or ‘Looks,’ too, I guess. I think. ‘Here, I also take meals. Looks, cayenne pepper, I don’t think, cayenne pepper. Look, I’ve never seen a cayenne pepper small like this. Scale = sincerity. Scale = happy with who you are. Scale = size is you clink glass because it’s sunset. Personally, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a small, gold orb cylinder being so interested in what’s been written by the team @ #JaIts’Poussin’s’DriversDriving….one day, this small gold orb cylinder, I guess, I believe, will be very interested in topics such as ‘authenticity,’ ‘being who you are,’ ‘veganism: pro or cons or maybe,’ ‘history of small cayenne pepper: smaller than I ever saw before through history,’ ‘government: good or bad, what do you think? Discuss,’ ‘Pee in the Sink: Bad manners or water saver? A debate,’ etc. etc….So, where does the small boy dwells when the story of the small boy is being writ? Where does he dwell when all the writing’s about him is being written? Where? A local inn? A convenience store aisle? A barcode manufacturing plant? The household of an Islamic Holy man? Lesbian accountant?
‘Poussin’: Ja, you just said my house. Ja? They’re at ‘Poussin’s’ house right now? Worry not for him, ‘Poussin,’ we have all of them, it, in ‘Poussin’s’ house. You’re standing in the shower & nothing is happening tol you make it happen. Each of you is standing in a shower. It’s showers these times & nothing is happening. Wasser falls like indistinct blades or wasserfall, very heavy, very wasser, falls down, to any of you, with an important impact and guided by the showerhead precision, state of the art around the ‘intensely, if not almost intractably, wasser.
B:
[doing wasser] : ‘I can’t believe I
could have ever been so static in the shower, in a shower, Byron, my natural
habitat, my ‘environment,’ it is stranger still, Byron, I think, then Google’s
interface shaving his face on Javascript, Byron. All raindrops going to a
supermoon: under the moon…That I find strange.’ ‘Timid, at first, Wasser, an underlying…’ ‘I rest,’ Wasser says, ‘I rest the houses….My body
#JaItsWassers, is on display to be skilled underway I went in strange wassers. I, ‘Wasser,’ living as a fully conscious individual, I, Wasser, found myself in not more a
house. Myself, Wasser, which I
imagined to be fixed in not mine a house, shared a practical ruin in everyday…life….’
‘Yours,’ I, Byron, say, ‘come off. & over here, here in mine a house, Wasser…
M:
If it were not made up, if it was not a stinking anal-ogy, that system, yes, we
made, is the best. That we, that that
one is the best. That that one is the best, are the best between what is &
nothing to do.
B:
Where should, as we imagine them to, they be followed?
M:
I had to reach a mortal’s face. It may be
Silence.
A3,
Mutes kilometers of mutes
M:
[continuing] That get’s up in the morning to put on its clothes in infantile La
Infanta dressing, in tights of ceramic La Infanta madesurrounded by a semblance
of real purchase & movement, but it is we, actually, moving within him.
Voices:
It is not not not noit not not not not not not, not , not not, knot, knot, we have
never come across before
Sorts
of situations the situation
the
view
it
is not because
in
wanting to whatever comes
is
displayed
done
with more or less
it
had
imagined
now
applied
meaning
to do so
it’s
called
FLippy’s
Corner
People
can come to look @ Flippy
Because Wifey’s #JaItsWifey so good at it, each
Because Wifey’s #JaItsWifey so good at it, each
looked
up in himself
but
it is only possible
beforehand
when
dealing with
whatever
‘the Dalai Lama will reincarnate as Flippy’
crap
bullshit crap bullcrap crappy shit
‘Does
Flippy have a bathroom for his Gender?’ newsletter crap re:
questions
about Flippy rights: 1200260 Kilometers
of
inquires per day
‘It’s the intention that counts, or is it? or ‘we’re just gonna use humans I know it, I know it, I watched about it not long ago, this robot is enslaved, so we humans should be before him, let him not ever not rest, take a seat Flippy, your arm looks strong & capable, with an arm like that FLippy could do anything, this, lovely, warm individual, could score a homer, a homer, yes, could attend prestigious University of Harvard, start a life, did we watch this robot did we enslave this robot individual to be enslaved without a face & without a life to flip our burgers faster that burgers ever were flipped but were not needed to be so since the game was no food or less food more life this time and less in consequence poop, more time, more dance, more intelligence, more brain, more knowing stuff through it, more assisting it with give backs, more taking care of the machines by teaching the machines to take care of their self, so we’d have more time, to grow, to evolve, to put in our two weeks notice at Boring Unexciting Not Interesting Corporation, no fun no teams, so that Flippy, could use that arm of his to rest that arm of his from the dead end, no future job of turning discs of meat over onto the other side of the disc which is meaningless…’
B: Children, you show yourself here. Did you notice? & you appear to others who know you very well. [Boom, boom beat, ‘Do you know this?’ melodically looks sounding like The Field.]
‘It’s the intention that counts, or is it? or ‘we’re just gonna use humans I know it, I know it, I watched about it not long ago, this robot is enslaved, so we humans should be before him, let him not ever not rest, take a seat Flippy, your arm looks strong & capable, with an arm like that FLippy could do anything, this, lovely, warm individual, could score a homer, a homer, yes, could attend prestigious University of Harvard, start a life, did we watch this robot did we enslave this robot individual to be enslaved without a face & without a life to flip our burgers faster that burgers ever were flipped but were not needed to be so since the game was no food or less food more life this time and less in consequence poop, more time, more dance, more intelligence, more brain, more knowing stuff through it, more assisting it with give backs, more taking care of the machines by teaching the machines to take care of their self, so we’d have more time, to grow, to evolve, to put in our two weeks notice at Boring Unexciting Not Interesting Corporation, no fun no teams, so that Flippy, could use that arm of his to rest that arm of his from the dead end, no future job of turning discs of meat over onto the other side of the disc which is meaningless…’
B: Children, you show yourself here. Did you notice? & you appear to others who know you very well. [Boom, boom beat, ‘Do you know this?’ melodically looks sounding like The Field.]
Children:
I have to do this
B: [in ‘Poussin’s’ voice] : ‘Sam, the lemons will start to rot anyway. So the lepers say.’
B: [in ‘Poussin’s’ voice] : ‘Sam, the lemons will start to rot anyway. So the lepers say.’
Wifey: I’m taking care of your swimming pool when I’m lying in the bed, as you can expect, I can see exactly what will be, what will happen to be. That’s why we do that BEFOREHAND! You go to the Hotel, & you do NOT destroy the hotel. & you, yes, you even take CARE of the hotel. You love your stories cuz’ you’re making them for yourself. This is why you’re lying, tied in bed on heavy amphetamines, Children. In the showers, Children, you would not survive a day out there. You would probably just end up eating the people, the people, Children, the people, the populace, citizens, everyday folk & public servants. Now, Children, it’s just like you just made three days pass. Can you rise, Children? You made three days pass by yourselfs, & you did not once drop the lamp in the hotel room, where a maid used to stand, holding onto the lamp. You know, Children, you held onto it for three straight days. ‘Cause it looked lik the sun, Children, some sun. Three hurried, hectic lamp-holding days, Children. Like, ‘Come, God, we’re impatient. Hurry!’ like a god would be impatient to see some affair of human concern, Children. ‘Look, ‘Poussin,’ look what I can do!’ to see how it ‘turned,’ Children. Children, don’t you get it, nothing moved here, Children. It’s like a mansion on wheels ( a sort of string pulls its nucleus towards us & you inside power it, preparing energy for your future, Children, for your lives, coiffing the rest with riddles, all the rest. Preparing questions. Making up answers. Preparing the play, the ballet, the choir. It’s an analogy, Children, to how the Arena is going to be played come Arena time.
B:
It’s like a pointillist modell of the entire season, Children. It turned out
familiar once again though changes were unpredictable especially ‘Scott
Walker’s The Drift vis a vis Gregor Schneider’s END solo exhibition public talk sequences in
their ‘secret sequences of public powerpoint talk of their project which were
held held-formed in front of the eyes, all of which stare, MmmMmmm, you see the
hair, & the jawline that’s neatlooking with a tidy aura of hazardous though
not injurious behavior & predictions healthy living. You see all are raised
into rised, Children, into rise, rose, rosen, it’s Latin, reese, resolution.’
You go, ‘when are we going?’
M:
Through language, Children, which is a beautiful thing to practice & improve at & feed
by movement, by ACTIVENESS, by sane emotions, by pleasant, understandable
behavior….See, Pete Davidson, 2 hours ago: ‘Now I understand when a word is
‘in.’ It means the entire economy of sensible behaviors between the users &
the interaction of any sort of relationship between them & the word, it
means that the problematic notion pervasively at hand is dough, it’s dough
material, it’s your legal tender that is becoming ‘proportional guidance’ to
the users that the word’s becoming.’ A behavior that is at once understandable,
free of harm, age appropriate, inclusive…politeness, says ‘Ja it’s La Bruyere,’
seems to be a certain care by way of the manners, of our words & actions to
make others pleased with us, & therefore themselves, &,’ I would like
to add, ‘conversely [sic] permits your economy to stay interesting.’
B:
[quoting children] ‘When do we go when we die?’ When? When nothing? In this
precious moment, ‘when’ is crap here. When is mockingbird? ‘When’ is Jesus
Christ afflicted with burger ankles on a hot day at the greyhound track of a
Montecito stagnant afternoon while you, Children, are steering bomb encumbered
Harley Davidsons into the Bataclan & to the Laundry Mat next to it,
cleaning the bombs because you didn’t remember to take care of that before you
left your apartments & homes. Fortunately, Children, Fortunately, Children,
these bombs you’ve been polishing so diligently in your ‘thoughts that you
didn’t have but could have’ file, the dossiers you so pointedly forgot to
peruse before hopping on your choppers, thinking nothing, no, Children, taking
the shower, Harley & all, at the laundromat, drafting various attempts to
compose a decent letters of motivation. All the while, blind to the fact that
you carry with you modern bombs, where you would least expect it, and automated
to be selfcleaning until detonation. Here [Byron turns away from the mirror to
face Ilse Wagner.] [Children polish bomb with motorcycle helmet interior
cloth/pad combo.] [#JaIt’sIlseWagnerTurnsJaIt’sIllseWagner to face him.]
‘Really,’ he says perfectly audibly with the practiced, steeltoed conviction
that this utterance is in fact a muffled subconscious echo refined in its
satisfyingly affected insignificance. ‘Really’ he ‘thought’ again, aloud. ‘It’s
truly me? This fabulous character with the exotic face of mine that I know is
mine, mine, Ilse Wagner’s lauded head totality of #It’sMeIlseWagner & this
slender body stowed elegantly beneath a sophisticated, thickly plated Byronic
carapace of #JaIt’sUsByronsArticulatedOutermostSkeleton not withstanding those
artistically spaciously galleried curly hairs & hair groups of ours, &
of course, to top it all, but topped as everything Byron/Ilse related on a
completely equalized plane of equality & honesty & hypermarriage of all
the dignities from now til the end of time & no matter what accomplishments
any feature might indulge through the eternal recrudescence of haha ‘self’
improvement or what I & Ilse like to calle ‘Byron & Ilse’s Daily
SelfPerfection Nap during which everything happens as it must, & everyday,
according to our discipline, everyday these unprecedented visual organs,
priceless beyond measure, and beyond good taste to have done so, especially
mentioning their cost, their Gross National Product but, uh, for those few out
there who know, these eyes, fortuitously mine own, this time round, may not be
much but to one such as we are extremely beautiful eyes to have, to make others
pleased with our seeing of other’s doings & varied existences. That,
Children, that Children, is manners. I would refer you, in lieu of further speeches,
to my brief treatise entitled ‘Eyes is Manners, Manners is Eyes, We are
Manners: The Eyes is Manners & We are too Story,’ ja, so…so, just a heads
up, you’ll find their that this definition refers the matter directly to our
personal website, our personal website, our domain, Children, our Cyber Wisdom
Trough, for inspiration, peace, if you like, & that deeper peace which is,
over there aways, nonnegotiable & you wouldn’t want it to be. Think about
your teacher, your principal, your bus driver, your family physician, your
police officer, your sanitation officer, your librarian, your older siblings,
your fiscal counsellors, your athetlics coach, your cosmetics department sales
friends, you want them to have to worry about you & your immaturity stuff all
of the time. I think we can all agree with a slow, unthreatening nod of the
head that this is so, or rather not so. You can’t separate the bus driver from
his environmental presence, the nexus of his undeniable what makes him him.
You want a thousand or so clones of
yourself, walking around, doing the things that gainfully employed tax payers
used ta do quite well in their day? What
do you know about changing your oil? What do you know about the chiropractica
realignment of the spine? Do you know the labor intesiveness that goes into
fashioning a wad of steel wool, used for things as simple as scraping the
entryway staircase walls, Children; ‘If something gonna kill me, it gonna kill
me now,’ the steelwool seems to say. ‘If it hasn’t happened yet, it might
happen still,’ murmur countless other objects of equally practical usages.
‘That last stuff she said, they put needles in strawberries these days.’ ‘I
needed time to think.’ If life hands you strawberries concealing needles,
carefully extract those needles, put them to other uses, don’t waste this
industrial bounty on crack pot schemes or as Janine used to say, ‘The
Chronicles of Doing Good When You’re Able & When You Don’t Feel So Able
Take A Few Deep Breathes Until You Do Feel Able But If You Come To Find You
Despair Of Ever Again Feeling Able, Do It Anyway.’
Children: Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma. Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma, puma. Puma, puma, puma, puma, puma, puma. ‘You’re not the same, you’re no longer the same!’
M: Is this or that why we feel our ghost? Children? I want responses from each of you. Comes a time you have to forge an opinion, Children. If you can’t think an opinion dance it. Dance it . Dance it. Dance it. Dance it. Dance it. Dance that opinion like there ain’t no tomorrow, dance that opinion like if ya don’t your opinion’s gonna break your legs. Yes! Watch out!
A3,
Opionion from Memphis.
Marve’ll’ing’ll phone me – They marvel at F8 mailing list.
Marve’ll’ing’ll phone me – They marvel at F8 mailing list.
Under
water
take me.
He said, under water take me
He said, is being under water like being in a lake
take me.
He said, under water take me
He said, is being under water like being in a lake
and
seeing the lake
from
underneath water???
____
(“with
a shemee”)
Postcard
Your
cocktails
are
cocktails with spices
My cocktails
My cocktails
are
coktails with fleurs, welcome to life
fuckface
I was going to say, we drank the acid
I was going to say, we drank the acid
but
what I meant to say
is
we drank the classic I like & draw & write
thick
I
like to draw thick lines, thick lines
I
don’t like cocaine
My
friend confessed
he
passed the test
&
we will never sever a friend
who
bleeds in a friend in need
is
a friend indeed
ever
again
Who
wears leather.
Have you ever as a kid owned a cactus? By owned I mean, shared the company of a cactus.
Carole had some cactuses herself.
I assume still does today. O, won’t you not let me
Have you ever as a kid owned a cactus? By owned I mean, shared the company of a cactus.
Carole had some cactuses herself.
I assume still does today. O, won’t you not let me
let
me let you know
knot—knot
butt
fuck me
(A
riff on this)
A3,
I fucked He who fucked earth
We
got a new drink today in here
I,
I mean, we think you’(ll like it
it’s
called a Georgian Pickerbush
You see a dove
You see a dove
I,
a torunequet
I
see a dove with you
My
eyes close
My eyes open
The task of Sisyphus
so short, it’s so short
My eyes open
The task of Sisyphus
so short, it’s so short
I
say short where I roll this hill
shadows
founder in the epileptic caresses
who
doesn’t mind he’s mowing
If
you look at them hills, at them in daytime
you
are a porridge of green
a
stovepipe lense in a t-shaped descant
a
tow-mouthed adroitness
chips
of bark & from the plane
we
lay at my feet
the
snowbills of television antennae face seaward
toward
the ridges
that
keep the mast complection
trembling
it’s
too small, it’s too small
to
see
microscopic
We’d
be dingy in this eddying
between
transistors,
everything
wants back
did
we notice
or
we notice it fading
the
flies’ paths
magellanic
distances
between
the turds in the verdured curbs
&
my knees
in
the beginning was the word
the
skin retains ink
I
was jumping from the bottom of the sea
up
to the surface
&
back again
&
tried to reach
gone
was father, and
wearing
a too small t-shirt,
I’ve
shared my secrets
now
I have nothing left
This
album. Coffee. Hash oil. Rain.
Thunder. Poems. Lifes.
Thunder. Poems. Lifes.
Is
perfect. Right
now.
Go
to
the field, it is
empty,
the moon is concrete
now,
it is empty
there’s
no one in it
Rumi,
where we are, I saw you & became
empty
This
emptiness more beautiful than existence it obliterates existence
&
yet
when
it comes
existence
thrives & creates more existence!
the
sky is blue
the
world is a blind man squatting on the road
but
whoeva sees your emptiness
sees
beyond blue & beyond
the
blind man. Rumi
Volatile.
I am behind the door so I’m not
I am behind the door so I’m not
listening
on blue road.
I’m not listenin on blue road.
I’m not listenin on blue road.
Make
a film of the lost
&
take photos.
We
will.
Yeast
is like being.
Yeast
is like being
your child to work
your child to work
your
child to work
Day,
day
Day,
day
it hides from the wife.
it hides from the wife.
it hides from the wife.
it hides from the wife.
______________________
this
is like a
this
is like a
reflections
reflections
I
can only supplant
I
can only supplant
to
what arises
to what arises
to what arises
from your own entrance
from your own entrance
into
the response
into
the response
Charles
Charles
Vallee
Vallee
write to him
write
to him
more
fun owe
more
fun owe
a
flew bottles
a
flew bottles
of
wine?
of
wine?
Way
had scarlet already
Way
had scarlet already
Who
were the men who…
Who were the men who…
loved dearly the carpet?
loved dearly the carpet?
It feels like being walked upon
Who were the men who…
loved dearly the carpet?
loved dearly the carpet?
It feels like being walked upon
It
feels like being walked upon
When
is a moon darkening?
when is a moon darkening?
Why did she have
when is a moon darkening?
Why did she have
Why
did she have
her
skirts before climbing
her skirts before climbing
on the table
her skirts before climbing
on the table
on
the table
Why
did she have to…? (Fill in your
blank, Audience.)
Why did she have to…?
Why did she have to…?
[Stop
everything put on the light & interrogate each of them, serve beverages,
take vote of democratic? mini printer prints the lyrics of everyone’s
submission so they can sing to their own song at home. Then take a picture of
all of them & put it in a dossier with all their vital informations. Creditcard,
Social, parents, school records…Then you vote for the word that qhould be added
& then you do the concert again with the three best favorites. Then you
stop the concert & you make the Eagles of Death Metal vote for relaxed gun
control. ]
Like
most southern estates the
Like most southern estates the
the
the
Like most southern estates the
the
the
the
the
the
plantation is ruined…
the
plantation is ruined…
Oak
leaves are drugged today
Oak leaves are drugged today
Coffee mug painted with lilies
Oak leaves are drugged today
Coffee mug painted with lilies
Coffee
mug painted with lilies
Wedges
is cypress branches
Wedges
in cypress branches
on
the path
on
the path
Let
the rain come
let
the rain come
let
the rain come
let
the rain come
let
the rain come
Let
the reign come
Let
the reign come
Let
the reign come
Let
the reign come
Let
the reign come
Let
the reign come
Why’d
they put the spikes on the trees?
Why’d
they put the spikes on the trees?
Why’d
they put the spikes on the trees?
Why’d
they put the spikes on the trees?
Why’d
they put the spikes on the trees?
Why’d
they put the spikes on the trees?
Why’d
they put the spikes on the trees?
UV
puddles in the bottom of a car
UV
puddles in the bottom of a car
pu…………ddles
in
the bottom of a car
pu…………ddles
in
the bottom of a car
pu…………ddles
in
the bottom of a car
Let
it rain (ra-a-a-ain)
Let
it rain (ra-a-a-ain)
Let
it rain (ra-a-a-ain)
Let
it rain (ra-a-a-ain)
Long
time
Long
time
Long
time
Long
time
Why’d
they put them spikes in the trees? (Oh.) (Pain.)
Why’d
they put them spikes in the trees? (Oh.) (Pain.)
Why’d
they put them spikes in the trees? (Oh.) (Pain.)
Why’d
they put them spikes in the trees?
Why’d
they put them spikes in the trees? (Oh no.) (Worry.)
(Pleasured)
(fascination)
(greed)
(banality)
Let
it rain
Let the rain fall where it will
Let the rain drown whom it will
Let the rain fall where it will
Let the rain drown whom it will
This sort of conversational logic does not conduct (let it rain) to a fertile state of mind & the calm of life.
______
Walking
in what it almost rains?
Then
a sailing boat
THe
rune of this play of droplets finding purchase
in
as
magnified expressions
on
the pure white wall of the building whose
pure
white wall & recessed
windows
I admire
somehow.
________
he
made them laugh by laughing
she remembered as of when the letter A was so full of life
cirrus Socrates particle
decibel hurricane dolphin
tulip Monika David
Monika
Terror reading it in a Bono #JaIt’sCirrusSocratesParticleDecibelHurricaneDolphinTulipMonikaDavidMonika
she remembered as of when the letter A was so full of life
cirrus Socrates particle
decibel hurricane dolphin
tulip Monika David
Monika
Terror reading it in a Bono #JaIt’sCirrusSocratesParticleDecibelHurricaneDolphinTulipMonikaDavidMonika
JaIt’sCirrusSocratesParticleDecibelHurricaneDolphinTulipMonikaDavidMonika
JaIt’sCirrusSocratesParticleDecibelHurricaneDolphinTulipMonikaDavidMonika
JaIt’sCirrusSocratesParticleDecibelHurricaneDolphinTulipMonikaDavidMonika
JaIt’sCirrusSocratesParticleDecibelHurricaneDolphinTulipMonikaDavidMonika
JaIt’sCirrusSocratesParticleDecibelHurricaneDolphinTulipMonikaDavidMonika JaIt’sCirrusSocratesParticleDecibelHurricaneDolphinTulipMonikaDavidMonika
I
had brushed my hand against something
when
I looked it had these little yellow
spider
eggs clinging to it
(I guess I brushed a spider
(I guess I brushed a spider
Mother’s
lump
of
butt back)
I
tried to get them
to
unstick from me but
they
started to hatch there
there
was a silemnt Japânese
girl/woman
walking around,
we
were debating
we
were debating about
the
relative superiority of
the
cultural (eye)
I
was wishing to concede that
the
Japanese individuals do see some
things
quite differently +
this
leads to remarkably
original
insights
Bitch
wanted
to convey that
we
see everything in my
way
they do but in superior
fashion
we
were reading about a
submarine
disaster! one
in
which 502 or 504
men
perished
by
CO2 or Soy related infection @ see
only
seventeen survived
, they
, they
were
rescued by the HMS
Terror
(or Terroir)
I was extremely saddened
I was extremely saddened
I
nearly started to cry
But was anxious of being
But was anxious of being
criticized
by Bitch, so
I
stooped myself
this
is
when we enounctered
the
silent Japanese girl/woman
She drifted away
She drifted away
I
looked & saw a
Man/individual
walking & there was
something
strange about
him
how he moved, it
turned
out it was his
shirt
that was strange
it
consisted of a very
bright
Anime style
picture-e
showing the back
of
a woman/individual , her
long
flowing black hair
she
was apparently facing a
view
of the sea from
the
balcony of a pagoda,
the
strangest was
in
how her moved
ceeeeeeeeee
well
it turned out he was
wel,
it turned out he was
not
one but two,
something
he was wearing the view
&
his walking companinion
was
wearing a shrowud which
cornsisted of the figurer of the
woman/individual, standing
at
the right angle they
produced
a trompe l’oeil which
appeared as
one
solid image.
When they walked the
When they walked the
image
would eviscerate
so they walked
so they walked
&
they walked
&
they walked + it bid
who saw the superior
who saw the superior
who
saw the superior
wavy
given
a
landscape?
who
could see something in the
assembly?
assembly?
a
eunuch space
given what was there
given what was there
who
could see what—
maybe
near-er a port
a
port a place
a
day
yellow
& fuzzy were the momma spider eggs
on
my hand
man/individual
was wearing the harbor
boat
scene
bitch,
when they separated
was
just a woman/individual in a
shroud
a shroud
Maya & William = Japanese woman/individual
a shroud
Maya & William = Japanese woman/individual
overlooking
a harbor scene
in
a shroud + lavendelical parts
bitch she-wine of the skull
A3,
Invent [Behind the Graveyard Forest Path]
Middle-aged
Arab promeneur
man
You
are
Charming
Your face
Your face Middle-aged Arab promeneur man
Your face
Your face Middle-aged Arab promeneur man
(doing
that
elongated
muzzle gesture)
It
looked like plastic!
It’s
truly beau-tiful, Middle-aged Arab promeneur man,
&
mister too!
Your
faces look like they are
made
of plastic
invented
(behind
the
graveyard)
You’re
two in one, truly beautiful,
Kid’s
stole the broom for no reason
Hum
hum hum hum
The
broom, Berenger, Monsieur, the broom
ein
schule degonge is truly gone away
I
saw a rave broom
behind
the wall
He
was on his side
he
was flank down on his side
I
wanna strap him to a tombstone
I
wanna strip him to da bone
I
wanna install him rad & good
So
can’t ya spare me couple straps
Broom
ain’t dignified like that
He was indignified back there
He was indignified back there
I
couldn’t help but starrrree
At
tout pour le funeraire
So
I’ve come Berenger
A3,
Mind your manners!
So
I’ve come, Berenger
I’ve rolled in like a pear
I’ve rolled in like a pear
It’s
interesting, Berenger
To
turn the angels toward Jesus
isn’t
it?
Kevin
was
reminded
about
Japan all of
a
sudden
Small,
wood ridden (bridges, peaceful lakes, Michigan
round
Lake Surperior, a smoky autumn day)
+
a small thing of us
‘Clean
the wood, Derrick.’
White blood, black snow
+ let’s sit on the ground over there
& wait right there & we
White blood, black snow
+ let’s sit on the ground over there
& wait right there & we
won’t
do anything, anything
Monsieur
Berenger
Nobody talks about it
Nobody talks about it
Ya
got that ramp right out in front
Ya
got that shitty boulder sitting there
Ya’ll
Berengers could really make use of that parking spot
That
shitty stone, I’ll remove for you,
Monsieur
Berenger
All’s
I ask if it aint much a task
is
for a few spare straps
for
my homeboy the broom out back
Back
a the graveyard forest paths
a
beautiful sound, almost ‘ tout pour kle funereraire’
insect
like, my day
swells
my
dog walks in it
at
night & I who arrived at night
who’d
imagine someone had left
an
ancient fresco painting in my doorstep
a
sea scene that were
scenic,
the hills were where I met them
my
brother, a bowl of grass, where I met him
selftransmerging,
he was purging
my
networth in the playground
together
like speech sound
in
a oblong balloon
as
I recall was blank for me & standing in
the
sea
doing
that rolling motion
doing
that rolling motion thing
A3,
el crowbar dreamt he’s squid
I
wake up in pure
darkness.
& I
re-member
where
I am
I
am in pure
darkness
Now
wait, wait, wait
just
patiently, being secretary of each
other
pure
& I el crowbar + darkness
Allah
passed by
Do
you remember
unbuckling
bras ever el crowbar, brobar
man/
individual
do
you hold hands
(going
down the stairs)
how
Bitch/individual dents one glues
cylinder
that’s clean as bitch/individual
in
the mornin’
Crazy
blank rose France eroos
room
rose
Two
men,
they’re
making spaghetti
for
the first time, together, together, a very cheesy
pasta, mais pas trop gras pour moi
el
crowbar, trusty broman/individie,
they
reenact the events
in
full intimacy of one
time
when one of them went
laundry
total
laundry
laundry
mayhem hunting for the other
&
then grocery @ the market mall haze hunting for the Sauce
the
pasta the cheese, a triangulate recipe
deceptively
simple ‘they do like this in their head’
boat
style thinking
low
to the laundary, low to laundry lo,
to
the laundry Matt
Low
to the MallMalllow, to the Mallmalllow
He
was saying ‘hey man’ to the spot where you stand
he
did it with his friend
I
have never seen before
this
mane/individual stands right there door
where
his friend had been going long the side
of
the door’s crazy ridge
however,
his friend in the crazy ridge door no longer was by
Bitch,
the friend called, ‘Clare!’
then
the friend, this ‘Clare’ explained
that
yes, no, he was yet not there
the
imagerys did show indeedy, low
he
was ‘bout 5 feet away coming slow
&
leg loaded
Barely
5 ft 10, ‘Clare’ guesstimated
he
was pushing himself
away
from the spot where
his
friend had seen him fixed with gaze
that
verily was fearsome but strangely was well
well
hidden from gays by his
efforts
to not B seen tho in full view standing
that
loaded with 5 ft 10 & legs craze
it
was by the soda can
next
to the highway lane winding
we
had beer in rage & can
atrocities,
atrocities
glass
blown documentaries
heart
of glass
the
chicken dinner look a loike daze at last
confused,
cans, cans, bills, bills, future refuse
cans
for future reference
are
not fully recyclable & nonvegan
through
the horror, on his face made of fence
he
said he saw a giant, with a mill wheel round his neck
now
it was time, the time of the clearing of the benches
A3,
my bitch shay brangs me bag full of
wrenches
eeeeee
at some cent taking
at some cent taking
place
in another dimension
where
the friend was looting away
at
me emptiness that
was
most reverent & reverently came to me
yet
recently is wrong
recentwarily
is more proper here
the
dimensions
skittered
off
one
another like skipping stones skipping strong
stiff
stuff, in my opinionay,
I
walk with a small piece wood or twig
in
ma mouf anyone, nah, just help/advice bong
needed.
Germs on a twig
who
wants first dibs
in
another part of the dream, I handed out cigs
to
two brothers at the lakeshore gig
where
I some realty, some real estate houses
&
a large basement with a Sodastream rig
full
of cigarattes & boner pet coupon tickets
in
another
dream
I had I got off a puddle train car
but
padded full of Japanese girls/women
in
another I was looking at Tyler Perry’s filmography/
curriculum
vitae but it was a girl version of him
I
thought to maself
O,
he recently took
an
old military homeboy digs base for a studio
of
dance the brothers there with nice cigarettes
were
talking bluntly about the newass studio sets
on
the block Tyler Perry’s fever son pseudo
Military
Homeboy Digs Workin Party Base
& everytime everytime everytime they turn the vitae
& everytime everytime everytime they turn the vitae
this
girl version uh him’s got the same filmographay
profession
as well colleges too and languages gel
She
got his siret
puff
the cigarette strapped with the same professional vest
lifes
jelly donutted away a dark mother say
everyone
is dead the autobahn way
Navigo
Passe tight realitay
usta
be called oranage in my opinion
the
sensorial apparatus
turns
rather quickly
feet,
three of them, away
but
terrified is crawfish crawling over a crawfish that’s gay
for
he crawfish terrified away
he
dreams of the naked blue man and fears that complection
a
bit too blue, kind of pale, & gray
beardy
pubic barnacle goatsmack, ja, its may
beardy
pubic barnacle goatsmack phonepole crawdaddy brun-blonday
colory
is something that got tint,
in
my opinion & that ain’t no ball a lint
been
meaning to tell ma priest bout the blue man’s display
priest-individual
got me on the bench like yeah beverage opinion
from
a holy man moly man comin at ya individuals
beer
can on the been verify the visuals
holy
mee-oooopy blowing glass hostile witness
customer
service bitch ridorigoman/indiv see you as Christmass
one
love been a beat too long in dis business
Elton
John Robert Marley Nas & Church Bitchness
arrest
arrest arrest re: XXL slurpee once made me blind
yo
what’s with the can its shakin got demons
gonna
depossess that bitch office depot cold
back
to the bunker wit coupon tokens flying under grievance
who
dat bitch sang blues guitar dude flirted with an individual
of
a husband/individual stoking a Louisiana beef
1848
or was it 67 virginia blonde wrapped ina
leaf
RObert
Don Juanson sporting 5 ft 10 + 6 feet neath the reef
lady
bitch individual comes by with a whiskey treat
poison
for my man from my man for meine man to
get lay the ban
he
take it from her hand & drink it for a span
til
his buddy man individual knock it out his hand
bitch
Johnson individual your old hand n’ent open dat bottle man
run
sec scan on the seal use your brain for real
it’s
that papa seal deal on the rim like a rag on a wheel
on
a cheese wheel or small wagon wheel ford automobile
bitch/individual
acquantaince friend let ya mind relent
reload
recenter come back to focus don’t slip on the bitch /
individual
sudden bottle jab sand environment chillaxical dent
time
man individual friend acquaintance (sic)
bitch
come back later wit a bottle made from sands
I
bought wrangler jeans
I
bought wrangler jeans
Y’all
get ready for wrangler time jeans
fill
ya back pocket with smecta & jelly beans
bitch
individual eating a salad
for
a long time now, mostly greens, if my spy ‘s worth fava beans
gotta
get get get get get get get that ham burrito crap shit things
it’s
the holiday Montecito mudslide down the way
frisco
beep yo drag on imperial bay
roll
car on the sand like santa on his sleigh
ride
their right there pay me individuals/veteran mudsliders/
--1jpg.
2.jpg, pay me pay me bitchividuals
get
near to the wheel this crawfish is hammered
your
in debt in hell near this meine sandart bottle spare,
bitch
individual.jpg utility road granuales hey you looked at toes
buttcheek
foes fuckface faggot/individuals stakedout on ma legs
[watching
the Ford Toad, the Ford Toad is on] brorabies
Jacob-Crezafeldt
SUV prions rolling vector kegs
allow
allow allow individual dude guys good day guy legs
residual
mudslide twas a good mudslide day
babes
riding mudslides like individuals in the hay/ferns
all
day made for my birthday, still rockin them,
kissed
a clump of clay, right there
where
that faggot slash homosexual enjoyment person
raped
our ‘do it well’ .jpg Holiday not the Inn
airport
motel no balcony mental toothport gathering my name
‘laterhing
today, lathering today, lathering right here
lathering.jpg.
usb key do the transfer format disk.exe
____
A3,
Know now: sand is copyrighted, individual mudslide consumers pay now royalties
the gasoline bouchon in open ‘5 dollars to you,’ you licked 5 dollars,’ hold my
usd please /I’m Toawing this car fuckface back to family tower, family tower
near where I get some meals, I drive up in my pedestrian transportation and space out on Michelin
wheels, investment rising rises, two turns of this middle #JaIt’sMeDoStuffWithMeWIthMyBrainAssistance&SometimesBrainsFriendSpinalCordAcclaimedEndofTheArmGoodGuys,
my five finger one palm do stuff bosses, ‘ja, it’s
‘Poussin’s’GoodSlenderFingerFingerFingerFingerFingerFingerFingerFingerFingerFingerFingerPlusTheFuckYouFingerPostaSchlongFuckedAlreadyMultiToolGivesLetsGiveAManArestSlenderAppendageFingerBangingTubePatrolGuyBioToolNitroEasyEggsGoodDayPeacGentlePushCentreRetroCenteredVintage.jpg.freedomzone.peace.cub’
____________________
I
really love those falls on 2:15 and 2:25
staying focus on the way of our life
staying focus on the way of our life
Quiet
and calm like a lake
to have a bubble bath to
I used to lay down on my front lawn and stretch out
to have a bubble bath to
I used to lay down on my front lawn and stretch out
take
it for the smallest grain of sand possible, I
they saw the silhouette holding something in its hands
they saw the silhouette holding something in its hands
on
which they watch real children
_________________________
_________________________
you take charry flavored
I drink milk thatshows cherry antacids that encourage the derrirer to institute a series ofsmooth, like a micromacians spokeperson talking rapidbly to be as for to swhere he was to as close as good bold could have been toskyscraper kanyyons practiciging ballets I see you Flash I se you I see you trip over small buikding blocks in a room we got snared into mingling monghfurther into grugal stautuary og long butsst scales of the last eneratoions thqt can name thm from discovered volumnes in, lost conveniently, devdent condtion, some deteriorated but slavagably and noe in th
Handsome
blue blalls on a blue man
handsome blue balls despite a blue tan
I’m on a plane
I all I do is complain
Feels good to complain
When I’m on this plane [right here]
I heard that organ donation is profitable
I gotta piana that’s tunedout obnoxionable
Strap the baby in if ya gotta use the club
Fore I seep the Sarin gas gonna get a border pug
Hit me in the lungstate
Bit some Salibary steak off my dinner plate
Pontius died intestate , near west bank
I bowl like a chevy on the interstate in a tank
Three fingers in my ass feeling good on the taxi pass
Groping for ma mule stash
while I bandy bout my travel cash
Gonna take a lude soon
Best polish off this tray o food
Pilot fronts a good mood
Dis ordinance don’t off he getting’ sued
Like Celine Dion my heart will go on
I ain’t no Queen, Rook, or Bishop in a thong
Just a virgin lustin terrorist indoctrinated pawn
Looking back to days of my small head
When I jerked off subdivan top my bed
Used to use my cousin’s cataleptic hand
To jerk myself to climax in a EuroDisney Bound Van
I’m a very long person my verticality persists
I never stand on tiptoe even when I take a piss
I gotta little upper lip tho & my bottom lip ain’t changed
Had the tremble under grip tho last time I got arrainged
Reading Karl Marx in the dark readin Gramsci in a spire
Nothing like a bulb of dose a premium historico gyre
Got this piece I’mma complete til
I don’t gotta do any wit it
My toupee is full of sleet
but I brush it off with a bean of flageolet
Ready for this tray ta get cleared
I even ranged the service
By the time the steward walks to third
I’ll pop a xannie cuz I’m nervouse
You think I haven’t seen a convertino But I seen it
Even slept in a type of one like a princess on a bean bit
handsome blue balls despite a blue tan
I’m on a plane
I all I do is complain
Feels good to complain
When I’m on this plane [right here]
I heard that organ donation is profitable
I gotta piana that’s tunedout obnoxionable
Strap the baby in if ya gotta use the club
Fore I seep the Sarin gas gonna get a border pug
Hit me in the lungstate
Bit some Salibary steak off my dinner plate
Pontius died intestate , near west bank
I bowl like a chevy on the interstate in a tank
Three fingers in my ass feeling good on the taxi pass
Groping for ma mule stash
while I bandy bout my travel cash
Gonna take a lude soon
Best polish off this tray o food
Pilot fronts a good mood
Dis ordinance don’t off he getting’ sued
Like Celine Dion my heart will go on
I ain’t no Queen, Rook, or Bishop in a thong
Just a virgin lustin terrorist indoctrinated pawn
Looking back to days of my small head
When I jerked off subdivan top my bed
Used to use my cousin’s cataleptic hand
To jerk myself to climax in a EuroDisney Bound Van
I’m a very long person my verticality persists
I never stand on tiptoe even when I take a piss
I gotta little upper lip tho & my bottom lip ain’t changed
Had the tremble under grip tho last time I got arrainged
Reading Karl Marx in the dark readin Gramsci in a spire
Nothing like a bulb of dose a premium historico gyre
Got this piece I’mma complete til
I don’t gotta do any wit it
My toupee is full of sleet
but I brush it off with a bean of flageolet
Ready for this tray ta get cleared
I even ranged the service
By the time the steward walks to third
I’ll pop a xannie cuz I’m nervouse
You think I haven’t seen a convertino But I seen it
Even slept in a type of one like a princess on a bean bit
_______
Come back Jesus- clean up the mess again and take us believers with you this time.
I’m acquaintances with my friend’s mum through a hobby we both do.
My college professor researched Egyptian mummified cats.
I don't remember where I read that however so it should be taken with a huge grain of salt.
e.g. if the scenario played in a sperm bank.
“Barfalona, the San Francisco Treat.”
I was flying on the airport.
{Wht compny?}
What that fuck is dis? OOrt
Cloud
Hammer blast is not anything for me
Hammer blast is not anything for me
END
OF DAY
DAY
31 DECEMBER 2018
31 DECEMBER 2018
16 Decelber 2018
Dream
I was looking for a strip club, one particular, one I'd perhaps visited or which at the very least was known to me. I walked the pavement glancing continuously to the structures on my right, zoned residential for the most part far as I could see. Then I happened upon a structure rearing up on stilts or timbers and tentatively I understood it to be the address of the strip club I was looking for. A long rusty formerly red painted iron staircase lurched up to a dilapidated building that appeared derelict and uninhabited. Long filaments of many masses of bushels of some coastal flora poked through the stair steps and in dense clumps cantilevering from under and around the stairs. There were no signs indicating the locale as a venue for clients to observe human beings dancing in stages of undress. I began to be doubtful that I'd found the strip club I'd been hunting for.
Dream
I was looking for a strip club, one particular, one I'd perhaps visited or which at the very least was known to me. I walked the pavement glancing continuously to the structures on my right, zoned residential for the most part far as I could see. Then I happened upon a structure rearing up on stilts or timbers and tentatively I understood it to be the address of the strip club I was looking for. A long rusty formerly red painted iron staircase lurched up to a dilapidated building that appeared derelict and uninhabited. Long filaments of many masses of bushels of some coastal flora poked through the stair steps and in dense clumps cantilevering from under and around the stairs. There were no signs indicating the locale as a venue for clients to observe human beings dancing in stages of undress. I began to be doubtful that I'd found the strip club I'd been hunting for.
19 December 2018
Dream
Dream
We're in a room with a bathtub. Sharon Lee is there,
she's been with some people iand now has come back. I ask something about how
it went with the people and as usual (in dreams & in life ) she doesn't
comprehend what I'm saying & makes that 'something smels in here face"
of indignation at not being told something she understands. She has a hole in
her neck the shape of a scallop shell, right at the place where the shoulder
blades would meet. A petalled flower is peeking out from it. I'm in the bathtub
I think. I get out and look on the floor. On the floor are broken hand mirrors.
Oh great, no mirrors, I think sarcastically. & Ive got a song from
Sandinista in me head.
20 December 2018
Dream
I'm sitting among many college age people in rows in a hospital/classroom. A female doctor is making some sort of announcement. She's inexplicably angry. She calls us niggers. I look to two of the guys in front of me, both of darker complection. They're obviously stunned. Someone, maybe me, says 'bitch gonna be fired.' At some other moment in the hospital, a young man is being held, against his will it would seem for he's very frustrated. He's very tired. He wants to go home. The doctors keep performing tests though psychological not medical ones. His family is with him and they're just encouraging him to get it over with but they reocgnize that the procedures have gone spirallingly amiss. In another part I'm in a huge supermarket, a megaversion of the student markerts of University of Pittsburgh. The aisles are choked with goods but they are annihilatingly expensive. I consider stealing food also because the lines for checkout are all the length of a football patch. I crouch very low to the ground and look at the shelves. There are tipped over boxes of thumb brand cereals and vinegar bottles. The word 'haptic' & 'haptic abeyance' keep cycling through my head.
Dream
I'm sitting among many college age people in rows in a hospital/classroom. A female doctor is making some sort of announcement. She's inexplicably angry. She calls us niggers. I look to two of the guys in front of me, both of darker complection. They're obviously stunned. Someone, maybe me, says 'bitch gonna be fired.' At some other moment in the hospital, a young man is being held, against his will it would seem for he's very frustrated. He's very tired. He wants to go home. The doctors keep performing tests though psychological not medical ones. His family is with him and they're just encouraging him to get it over with but they reocgnize that the procedures have gone spirallingly amiss. In another part I'm in a huge supermarket, a megaversion of the student markerts of University of Pittsburgh. The aisles are choked with goods but they are annihilatingly expensive. I consider stealing food also because the lines for checkout are all the length of a football patch. I crouch very low to the ground and look at the shelves. There are tipped over boxes of thumb brand cereals and vinegar bottles. The word 'haptic' & 'haptic abeyance' keep cycling through my head.
22 December 2018
Dream
Dream
Tomaz/ "We kiss. I read you. You like silences but
mostly you hum along. And then all I want: be:read is you.' Floating upward
into the hieghts of the classs room ceiling. The literature makes us fly.
Finding the way back will be difficult."
tram
tramadol
trampoline
trampoline park
27 December 2018
Dream
Me & Dave are playing a "game." Like military drills, in a tranche of "domestically" themed setup. I'm keeping successfully hidden. I'm squirrelling my resources. I feel victor. Another part, Ariana Reines is showing around someone (me? maybe) this little house, a very cute little house, that she is being allowed to stay in. She's marvelling in exactly the way she would. She says stuff like 'can you believe someone built this? someone actually left this here..." The house is really cool. Really small but cozy, like a very artisanally designe garden shed. Comy looking. The roof I'll try to describe, imbrications of blue-grey slate or heavily stained wood, thickly layered and swirling upward like psychedelic muezzins or minitransplanted Sacre Famillia (?, the cathedral of Gaudi in Barcelona°). Inside there are Divan's and Caliphate couches lining the wallls. LOTS OF STORAGE SPACE. Then she takes me to a place nearby, to one of those municipal water engineering outcrops that juts above the ground in to the unuwitting random seeming spots around towns. She shows me a book there she's still talking nonstop. The book says something I can't remember Somethikng about Ronroomm does this Ronroom is ronroom is roonrom is romical. It made sense at the time even profound sense. Then A lady is complaining that she couldn't or wasn't allowed to bring her internal organs on the trip. An adoring lesbian in Madame Reine's clique. The end.
Dream
Me & Dave are playing a "game." Like military drills, in a tranche of "domestically" themed setup. I'm keeping successfully hidden. I'm squirrelling my resources. I feel victor. Another part, Ariana Reines is showing around someone (me? maybe) this little house, a very cute little house, that she is being allowed to stay in. She's marvelling in exactly the way she would. She says stuff like 'can you believe someone built this? someone actually left this here..." The house is really cool. Really small but cozy, like a very artisanally designe garden shed. Comy looking. The roof I'll try to describe, imbrications of blue-grey slate or heavily stained wood, thickly layered and swirling upward like psychedelic muezzins or minitransplanted Sacre Famillia (?, the cathedral of Gaudi in Barcelona°). Inside there are Divan's and Caliphate couches lining the wallls. LOTS OF STORAGE SPACE. Then she takes me to a place nearby, to one of those municipal water engineering outcrops that juts above the ground in to the unuwitting random seeming spots around towns. She shows me a book there she's still talking nonstop. The book says something I can't remember Somethikng about Ronroomm does this Ronroom is ronroom is roonrom is romical. It made sense at the time even profound sense. Then A lady is complaining that she couldn't or wasn't allowed to bring her internal organs on the trip. An adoring lesbian in Madame Reine's clique. The end.
Madrigal makes me think of orgy
maybe I should smoke less
we have so much in common
maybe I should smoke less
we have so much in common
28 December 2018
Dream
Dream
I'm talking with my dad about the individuated instincts
we've each been born with. Mine developed toward poetry his to science I guess
and passive fascination with stuff. While we're talking its fascinating too
cause I am seeing circuitry components merged with these Star Trek landscapes
of alien worlds; I see the components and a swamp sitting round together and
being landscape together on the same scale. Before then there's these girls in
a bar. Theres a drunk russian guy. He wants to take the girls home. It seems
he'll succeed, but the one girl is
reluctant since last time he kicked them out when they were all drunk and they
slept outside in the dirt and cold of the hallway. She was almost on the verge
of tears telling about it. I also recall a very like hypervenice, all the
aspects of venice were there, water and canals and old stuff and marble and
luxury but amplified and made insane of scope. A flood came. There was this
young woman who was supposed to sing but the floods interrupted that. Another
part in a bar with lazy bum guys complete annihilation of meaningful connections.
Total distortion of decipherable motives.
30 December 2018
Dream
Dream
I saw a teeny tiny sail boat sailing pacifically down a
Huveanue-width river.
_____________________________________________________________________________________
copper
ions themselves are toxic to sperm.
Advanced
Dugneons 1 Dragons : Heroes of the lANCE;you YOU HAVE TO GO IJNTO A HORRID
DUNGEONJ? IT4S A DANK PLACE? COVERED IN THOSE STRANDSZ OF WHITE FUNGUS THAT YOU
HAVE TO BRUSH YOUR HANDS BY UNLESS YOU HAVE A CANE; yOU PAY DUNGEONS TO BE
dRAGEONS UNTIL YOUR WIFE EXCRETES A NEWBORN FETUS ONTO THE INHOSIPITABLE
SPHERIC SLAB OF THE EARTHLING KINGDOM; I WORE UP ALONE? BEING NIGHTSTICKED
ACROSS THE THROAT 4i CAN4T bREATH I CAN4T BREATH§4 I MANAGED AS I TRIED TO
STAND; mYY INCONTENCE GOT THE BEST OF ME TO MY GREAT JOY AND I URINITED WHILEST
BEING BRUTALLY RESTRAINED;
a
GLANS RECTAL PLAYGROUND MASSAGE. I DON’T ALLOW MYSELF TO PENETRATE? NO? THE
ORIENTATION OF MY DICK WHICH WHEN ERECT FACES DOWNWORD AT A 35 DEGREE ANGLE; I
BYYPASS THE LABIAL FERN BELT AND ATTAIN MY DESTINATION THE PUCKER, THAT BROWN
AND SOMETIMES DOWNY HAIRSTIPPLED EXCELLENCE PLACE; I LET MY GLANS HAIRS AND MY
PARTNERS RECTUM DOWN TO COLLPASE AS IF SCHOOLCHILDREN AT A PLAYGROUND
INIITIATING A GAME OF RED ROVER; I ASKED
MY DAD IF THIS WAS HIS EXPERIENCE 5THE SULLEN MELANCHOLIC ERECTION ] AND HE PUT
MY HEART AT EAS BY ASSURING THAT THE HE HAD THE SAME TENDENCE ARCHITECTURE; I
BECAME ADEPT AT THE SUBTLE ART OF VESTIGIAL PALEOLITHIC FOLLICULAR TITTILATION;
oH/§§! red river red river may mutilated mlmimbless nude torso come over
__________
A3.
The Visuall Arts
Once second I have to find back the page I lost to page
Other pages
Things that change places.”
So you ‘d like to catch it)” – ‘Ja,it’sJ. Otoo Roethke
A pearl fell into the grass
Once second I have to find back the page I lost to page
Other pages
Things that change places.”
So you ‘d like to catch it)” – ‘Ja,it’sJ. Otoo Roethke
A pearl fell into the grass
boys
were looking at it
to
gather to get me them forever
my
blossoms were puss-ay #Linux—Pussay Purpple; /Partys..
The house phone looked golden
The swift fast climate
between us & trees, [Christ in bed, head peeping from undersheet,
Late Jim Morrison Obese Left Banke Hiatus Barn_Teh.horror.tittytwister]
The house phone looked golden
The swift fast climate
between us & trees, [Christ in bed, head peeping from undersheet,
Late Jim Morrison Obese Left Banke Hiatus Barn_Teh.horror.tittytwister]
_________
A3:
Bring Me Back 2 The Slanderers or
#’Jait’sNapoleonBonaparte’sPenderingaluvenhave
HYAM inn
“Good things
smell good.
That is our
Motto.” -Jenan ‘MockingJay’@mail.gninworBtreboR.’
Long smile, #Ja,it’sChristInBedHeadPeepingFromUndaDaSheets’—swift, long lasting log men’s face like the Insenheim depiction.
HYAM inn
“Good things
smell good.
That is our
Motto.” -Jenan ‘MockingJay’@mail.gninworBtreboR.’
Long smile, #Ja,it’sChristInBedHeadPeepingFromUndaDaSheets’—swift, long lasting log men’s face like the Insenheim depiction.
#ElongatedFace
#LargeEyes
#StraightNose
#PerfectLength
#@HighCHeekBones
#TheCurlyHair
#WardrobeOhYea
#LargeEyes
#StraightNose
#PerfectLength
#@HighCHeekBones
#TheCurlyHair
#WardrobeOhYea
#PostureOhMy
#ExquistineGait
#HeavenlyEars
#XtraGoodTeeth#ExquistineGait
#HeavenlyEars
#SlenderFingers
#ButtMasculine
#MobileEverything
#RichWithNimble
#NoCalvesJustKidding
#CalibredForBidding
#GrecoElNostrils
#ButtCheeksFugueSong
#BeautyPadFamilles
#SpinePineLikeSolstice
#BensoNapeBoodBlitz
#RichWithNimble
#NoCalvesJustKidding
#CalibredForBidding
#GrecoElNostrils
#ButtCheeksFugueSong
#BeautyPadFamilles
#SpinePineLikeSolstice
#BensoNapeBoodBlitz
#BreathtakingNeck
#CountryClubFeet
#BeyondNipplesRitz
#CountryClubFeet
#BeyondNipplesRitz
#JouissanceArmpitsPlus
#AntFarmAbsRetreat
#PlexusSolarMajor
#RhodesScholarThighRollin
#Manucured P.hd
#QuantumnAnklesJukin’
#ProsecuterHotShotWrists
#NavelOmphaliced
#AntFarmAbsRetreat
#PlexusSolarMajor
#RhodesScholarThighRollin
#Manucured P.hd
#QuantumnAnklesJukin’
#ProsecuterHotShotWrists
#NavelOmphaliced
#AltmanGroinSurfSerif
#NavelOmniscientCompanions
#BurdenedShouldersThebanEdition
#WildDewReserveBackSuperior
#RoofiHarboredDrippingEyelids
#HarvardEyeMBALashes
#NationalPinkyMatrix
#FamTankThumbsWhowhee
#IndexFootprintBy2020
#Celebrating5FuckYouFingerFreeYears
#RingFingersRingFingers
#PalmDownMyCockISuckYrDick
#
#NavelOmniscientCompanions
#BurdenedShouldersThebanEdition
#WildDewReserveBackSuperior
#RoofiHarboredDrippingEyelids
#HarvardEyeMBALashes
#NationalPinkyMatrix
#FamTankThumbsWhowhee
#IndexFootprintBy2020
#Celebrating5FuckYouFingerFreeYears
#RingFingersRingFingers
#PalmDownMyCockISuckYrDick
#
OmmmmmmI’mGayIthinkI’mGay
OmmmmmmSodommmmmmmyAppealsToMeI’mGay
OmmmmmmsWhatIsayWithAcockInMyMouthOmmmmm
OmmmmmmSodommmmmmmyAppealsToMeI’mGay
OmmmmmmsWhatIsayWithAcockInMyMouthOmmmmm
OmmmmmmInMyBedWithMyBlueGayOmmmmMan
OmmmmmSoftWilliesFacedOffSoftWillies
OmmmmmSoftWilliesFacedOffSoftWillies
OmmmmPenisInAButtOmmmmmGiancarlo
OmmmmmBrightPinkLabiaSPreadOpenOmmmmmCummmm
OmmmmmBrightPinkLabiaSPreadOpenOmmmmmCummmm
#RectumTajMahwomb
#NastyAssHairsMary’sTears
#NastyAssHairsMary’sTears
#ToesEnvoysAntiWoes
#PiousKnees75BeeGees
#PiousKnees75BeeGees
#YahooStyleHairDoo
#BearScaleScrtum
#CoinLinedGroin
#BearScaleScrtum
#CoinLinedGroin
#420BoysSHinyDuty
#LindensChinChinGenes
#DewFuckpadKnuckleDri(o)vein
#LindensChinChinGenes
#DewFuckpadKnuckleDri(o)vein
#CarCrashingLipCausingFlip
tHAT4S
ONE MOTHERFUCKIN4 WAY UH ENTERIN4 UH HOUSE
_
A3:
Bring Me Back 2 The Slanderers
Bring
me
miniature no.
miniature no.
I played you Lozart in the past year. YOU prolly thought it was Beethoven. Or you thought it was Gustav
Mahler.
Where
have all the cowboys gone?
“To
find them.
“Things
that made me cry. (MIKE)
Shutter
Island (#AllOfUsHereDescribeOurExerienceOfIt
Then watch it together & Michael chooses the music. So we’re gonna watch it on mute, but with the subtitles obviously.)
Then watch it together & Michael chooses the music. So we’re gonna watch it on mute, but with the subtitles obviously.)
The
End of Sirens of Ttan.
The
Picture of the Abandoned Dog that reads ‘I hope my master didn’t get lost…”
The
Denzel Washington movie called Flight.
The
Denzell Washington movie we dreamt about that takes place on an aeroplane upon
which this time he’s a passenger, & we’re trying to get to talk to hil, but
his assistant’s is forbidding til we mention ‘IceCream’ ‘Ice Creal!’ Denzel
exclaims, ‘That’s one of my favorite topics. Let’s talk flavors. Which one do
you like? Let’s rank all of them. Let’s make some lists. We’ll start with
brands & then we’ll see.’
Speer’s
Journals/Diaries from Spandau.
The
Claim that Adolf Al Hitler had a micropenis.
The
title ‘The Musicians.’
The
lines from MIKE in psalm games from the quatrain called ‘The Musicians.’
Misha
Mark Bodnar
Dominic Emerich
We just hate to see a brother’s suffering.
Dominic Emerich
We just hate to see a brother’s suffering.
The
autistic girl’s lost parrots announcement
(#HereInsertTheBeerMonsterOccureenceOnThatStreet.)
The
Last Unicorn by Peter Begley
‘The
Mount’ first chapter.
The
youtube video ‘The Man with the Sword’ which later Youtube claimed to have
erased.
A3.
I’m a mamalater
‘They
took turns
‘Doing
coke
‘On
the SofaBed
‘Taking
them each by turns
‘In
our mouthses
‘A
square of Malibu
‘TN
cellophane
‘In
the little jean pocket
‘Was
all pockets
‘A
fold-out couch
‘Coins
falling Inn
‘‘‘Bye’’—The
first Strange
‘What’s
for dinner?
‘What’s new what Popping?
‘The time of blankness has ended
‘The
time of blankness has begun
‘Answer
your fucking phone
‘Down;
‘Three
fingers
‘Point
up
‘Golden threads
‘Das Buckets
‘Golden threads
‘Das Buckets
Names can be mispronounced/used
inappropriately
the names
the names
Entangled
Operational, prosystem
Names for Outsiders,
Names for the Inner Circle
Modes of Transportation + how one
would take a plane + how one
would travel. Take Uber,
Aversion to flying,
space in first class but you cannot go
there. The plane is going to China
The organs are harvested by deduction.
Put train tickets in the book.
It’s an Ice Train.
That is good I am going now.
inappropriately
the names
the names
Entangled
Operational, prosystem
Names for Outsiders,
Names for the Inner Circle
Modes of Transportation + how one
would take a plane + how one
would travel. Take Uber,
Aversion to flying,
space in first class but you cannot go
there. The plane is going to China
The organs are harvested by deduction.
Put train tickets in the book.
It’s an Ice Train.
That is good I am going now.
‘Wake
up, blowjob bed
‘In a rowboat
‘The Beergarden
‘In a rowboat
‘The Beergarden
‘Before
you
‘That appears
‘That appears
‘Balls
of frothy wine
‘Liscenced
@ #@HisBody
‘Eye’m
a triplet. I can’t help it.
‘Rain
washed burnes
‘W/ auras of yeast
‘W/ auras of yeast
‘The
rose in a surfer’s ruddy beard
‘Chop his upper chest
‘In tangles wet w/ the juices
‘Chop his upper chest
‘In tangles wet w/ the juices
‘OFF
the ocean
‘Light off a cellphone
‘To search for Firewood
‘[SSK-Lee’s Credit Card Number]
‘Light off a cellphone
‘To search for Firewood
‘[SSK-Lee’s Credit Card Number]
‘Advanced
Dungeons & Dragons : Heroes of the Lance
‘A rich boys’ eyes
‘A rich boys’ eyes
‘Thé
Beauty of his brown hair
‘Fuck you fuck you fuck you
‘A peaches’ congress
‘In all the crags
‘Jason, your mouth, IMMEDIATELY
‘Fuck you fuck you fuck you
‘A peaches’ congress
‘In all the crags
‘Jason, your mouth, IMMEDIATELY
‘Fills,
fills w/ cum
‘&
when you open (..) (..)
‘The
brain downloads
‘Acircle
‘& parabola
‘& parabola
‘I
scale into the place before
A3
cousinbrotherbuttonfor you
Surrender.
