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The trace of any instance of it must be deeply pounded under for it to broach the proximity of its annihilation
Like a stick of plastic picnic tables sheaved in a column and crumpling beneath it’s cumulative wait I drink my tall boy but a few cumuninbuses languish
Braze, and must be there to be there in an instance of my indifference
I’m wearing a Comme Des Garcons jackstraps in my big light indifferent observation of the (b(..(..rag-cloud shrouded low drifting strata water vapor insulation. STD. 1871 –
(Break)
break everyting.
Everybody Borrows Everybody Elses Clothes.
Everybody Leaves The Ashtrays Out So I Have To Dump’Em And Wash’Em.
EveryBody Leaves Crumbs In The Area They Eat In Spite Of Being Offered A Dish.
Everybody Leaves Pencils Shavings All Around The Bathroom Floor Even Though There Is The Toilet Bowl.
Everybody Leaves Wet Toils In The Bathroom Even Though There Is A Heater That Can Dry Them If They Were To Be Draped Upon Them.
Everybody Stuffs The Garbage Cans Beyond Their Capacity And Doesn’t Empty Them.
Everybody Cuts The Power So That My Cythar Music Would Be Interrupted Even Though I was still awake.
Everybody thinks it’s good enough to rince the dishes coated in oil with only a cursory rinse with cold water.
Everybody thinks that the computer on the desk where one can put their personal items even on the keyboard.
Everybody thinks they can adopt a dog and never take care of it.
Everybody thinks the cat area is a self cleaning amalgamation of dishes.
Everybody thinks that the house is where they can walk with their shoes on.
Everybody thinks a five-meters square room is a suitable room to house three adults and two dogs.
Everybody thinks it’s reasonable not to help their oldest friend acquire a passport.
Everybody thinks that a mother should call her daughter a whore and threaten to throw her out of the window.
Everybody thinks it’s fine to wear dungarees to obsequedees.
Everybody thinks this Literature Thing is over.
Everybody thinks it’s allright not to wish Jesus Christ a Happy Birthday.
Everybody thinks that one should wait three (3) years to buy new curtains.
Everybody thinks Animal Activist should eat beef.
Everybody thinks that is fashionable to lie about liking cinnamon.
Everybody thinks that TV improves their lives.
Everybody thinks that there’s come a time when one should burn the notebooks belonging to the notebooks’ owners. (778?889 + 12?345 = 1667?89=1123667 PAGES MULTIPLIEES PAR 11,”’(°
Everybody thinks that a house they themselves have never clean should always be declared filthy by themselves.
Everybody thinks that a person smoking one (1) pack of cigarettes a day should quantify their consumption at six (6) cigarettes a day.
Everybody thinks that when making a box of spaghetti, ten (10) to thirteen (13) sharts of spaghetti should be left in the box.
Everybody thinks that the last serving of orange juice in an orance juice container shell remain in the refrigerator undriken.
Everybody thinks that a bathroom may be entered at all time without knocking.
Everybody thinks that one should only be able to carry one (1) bag of grocery from the grocery store to the car and from the car to the house’s front door.
Everybody thinks they have to lunch at their elderly mother everyday day.
Everybody thinks that the peak of Human Creative Self Expression is fostered through the medium of the telephone.
Everybody thinks that sugar will not affect one’s physics if they have expressed there on a diet.
Everybody thinks that the optimal posture for a sitting human is to appear to be folding in half with the shoulders approaching the knees.
Everybody thinks that if they need their cellphones to be charged, it is appropriate to unplug the cellphone of another and, after they’re done using the charger, to not replug the other person’s cellphone.
Everybody thinks that a cat must enter the room of the caretaker of the cat.
Everybody thinks that their bedroom door should remain wild open, permitting them to complain about moundain household chorelated noises and issues requests every time they feel like it, without issuing any sort of dankeshneries upon deliveries of the item or information.
Everybody thinks that the most effective way of finding a misplaced object is to ask about their whereabouts to the people who know nothing of said object.
Everybody thinks it’s a good omen to ask another for a small feeding dish for a cat, instead of retrieving it for themselves.
Everybody thinks that the remnants of one’s morning breakfast shell be left behind in the zone of comsuption.
Everybody thinks that said remnants dispatch themselves away from zone of said consumption and clean themselves, before placing themselves in the appropriate bin trash container.
Everybody thinks that it’s justified to not disguise disappointment when one is told that their interlocutor has decided to save his marriage and keep his dog.
Everybody thinks that expressing the opinion that their daughter should have marry a wealthier individual then the one they loved and marry is justified.
Everybody thinks that using metals ustensils upon Teflon coated is an acceptable practice.
Everybody thinks offering used old ready to be thrown away scraped potentially cancerigene Teflon pans to young individuals living in 7 (seven) to 11 (eleven) metres carres is a generous gift, which should be met with gratitude.
Everybody thinks the proper way to opening any food package is to open enormous jagged holes in said packages.
Everybody thinks that a substantial portion of the food purchased at the grocery store should not be eaten, and should be allowed to sit till they go rancid and should not be disposed of by the purchasers.
Everybody thinks that the trash which partake of their household should never be thrown away by themselves.
Everybody thinks that the ideal kitchen is that which has the least amount of storage space.
Everybody thinks that any benefiaciary from an Appartement de Fonction should not benefit from first health commodities such as Walls not eaten by black Moss, ventilation, Curtains on their first floor windows etc
Everybody thinks that the refinement of Christmas Light lay not in their arrangement around the home but in the fact of their purchase.
Everybody thinks that a commode shall never be cleaned.
Everybody thinks that old beauty products never used, expired and dirty should still be kept for years and moved houses with just in case.
Everybody thinks that the shelf upon which to store one’s most heavy object should be that which is most likely to collapse from an excess of weight.
Everybody thinks that even though they prefer to be around one (1) group of people as oppose to another group of people, the prefer group should have to be verbally abuse, and denigrated, even though that group is the one which they feel most at home and at ease with.
Everybody thinks that the more convenient method of offering someone a gift who lives overseas is to send them an another box of fast-fashion sweatshop produced clothing rather then send them money.
Everybody thinks that the cat of the house’s whereabouts shall be known at all time, and should be enquired after, of whomever might be present.
Everybody thinks that it is doing a service to other to break the seal of a bottle of sparkling beverage in order to decant three (3) to five (5) ml so as to allow the rest to flatten to taste, and never partake in the last sip of said bottle, in case the other members of the household might have wanted it, in spite of the presence of other bottles of sparkling beverage.
Everybody thinks that a lightsource should be taggled on or off not by its respective switch, but rather by rambling halphazardly a placard situated across from said lightsource.
Everybody thinks that an original Matisse, found fortuitously on the verge of a Garbage Dump, shall be sold immediately.
Everybody thinks that homemade food should be as tasteless as possible, so as not to upset sensitive stomachs.
Everybody thinks that inhaling a deep breath through the mouth is bizarre, frightening;, disquieting, and perhaps crazy.
Everybody thinks that any reproductions of works of art that one displays in their households shall feature subjects which resembles the house’s inhabitants or family members.
Everybody thinks that books are decorative.
Everybody thinks that spending a portion of one’s time daily reporting in their diaries/journals is not a form of preserving information and memory, but a sign of complete decadence, life-failure at being a successful individual and a lazy activity which should be condemned and interrupted.
Everybody thinks that cooking with olive oil causes a greater danger to life then smoking cigarettes.
Everybody thinks that one should ingest food or beverages at randomly settled schedules despite the fact that they are neither thirsty nor hungry.
Everybody thinks that the calories contained in a 100 brownie versus 700 grams of Broccoli or similar in effects and health benefits or lacktherefore, and therefore choose to count calories in order to try and loose weight.
Everybody thinks that eating ice-cream in Summer is strickly verboten, as well as undesirable and disgusting.
Everybody thinks that pasta is never to be mixed with any sort of seafood. However, said pasta can cohabit with said seafood and be eaten simulatenously during the same meal.
Everybody thinks that the one (1) essential household item is the a column of glass filled with rancid rocks and seashells.
Everybody thinks that it is virtuous to persistently attempt to use a kitchen countertop as a barstool area at which to take one’s meal, despite the incongruity of the structure with that objective.
Everybody thinks that the two (2) colours most expressive of one’s personal taste are brown, and grey.
Everybody thinks that the value of ten (10) nearly identical Camaieu shirt outweigh the value of a single, beautifully made, elegant, and durable garment.
Everybody thinks it preferable to have an enormous quantity of tasteless cheeses of the poorest most unexpensive quality as oppose to a smaller quantity of tasty quality artisanaly made dairy goods.
Everybody thinks that raw meats and fish should be cut up upon the same wooden cutten boards utilized to cut anything else, despite possessing three (3) or more cutting boards.
Everybody thinks that even if they themselves live on government assistance, it is their responsibility or duty to hector their environement with demands to find employment of any stroke and start a life of hardship which they, the aforementioned environement, have already underwent for many years to great suffer effect while they, the hectoring individuals, rightly believe is the destiny of all.
Everybody thinks that, despite having the same exact chemical consistuency, cf Paracetamol, Daffalgan is superior to Doliprane, onto the absolute rejection of Doliprane, should it be the only analgesic medicament available.
Everybody thinks that the solicitations from the charitable foundation 30000(Trente Millions) d’amis should be kept in perpetuity.
Everybody thinks that the optimal means of cooking vegetable sausages is by boiling them.
Everybody thinks that chicken is tastiest when it is boiled in unsalted water when served to dog.
Everybody thinks that a Pop-Up Toaster Appliance is the most versatile and convenient appliance to toast bread.
Everybody thinks that a viewing experience of film or television series is greatly enhance by frequent interruption due to buffering.
Everybody thinks that the fragrance emitted by the contents of discarded pouches of wet catfood creates an ambiance of abundant soothing and relaxation.
Everybody thinks that what the cat most enjoy is to dine upon a large amount of food served upon a cossumodern espresso dish, or better still, served on nothing at all, a la diable.
Everybody thinks that Antique Furniture better suites its purposes when its unable to be used functionally.
Everybody thinks that a shower with a gaping plastic-covered hole in its spigot wall is the proper to way to brutally discipline one offens wayward and wasteful showering tactics.
Everybody thinks that Never Recycling is beneficial.
Everybody thinks that dogs in a resting position or asleep or sad, or sick, or bizarre.
Everybody thinks that watching eight (8) hours of television show is a worthwile, beneficial habbit which others should be encouraged to develop and cultivate.
Everybody thinks is it vulgar to remember the name of the film you watch that very evening, and retelling the plot boring, and blessedly not possible.
Everybody thinks that a salubrious diet consist in 90 (Ninety-Percent) pasta, 10 (Ten) percent Clementine, and three (3) percent chocolate/petitbiscuits.
Everybody thinks that the only use a situation in which someone in the household is making a bakegood has, is to remind themselves for buying biscuits at a store, and remind that person that they are unemployed, lazy, and wasting their time.
Everybody thinks that all the rooms of the house may be smoked in, except for the bathroom, provided it does not lay under the right moon cycle configuration.
Everybody thinks that shower use fewer water.
Everybody thinks that the Conspiracy exists that attempts to convince honest home-owners that the cost of running their oven is less then they know it to be so.
Everybody thinks that a heater, by virtue of being positioned in the bathroom area, runs at greater operation costs then those heaters situated elsewhere.
2h43 Mozart Wurst
Everybody Thinks that even though they are awake and fully conscience, a policy of absolute silence must reign in the confines of the estate, because they are in fact sleeping.
Everybody thinks that the best way of avoiding mishaps whilst using geisha balls is to boil them in a po of water after the first usage, thus avoiding two (2) health hazards ; the recontraction of one own’s undiagnosed STD via the contact with the potentially contaminated balls, and the possibility of a second (2nd) usage of said potentially health hazardous geisha ball due to having been melted during their sterilization.
Everybody thinks that the effects of the use of heroine is equivalent with having 1000 (a thousand) orgasms.
Everybody thinks that they shell not breastfeed their newborn child in order to avoid potentially health hazardous suckling-related contraction of the lower pelvis, that could perhaps to orgams.
Everybody thinks Walking on man hole covers or grates. In my mind, I will step on them, they will give way, and I will fall into the middle of the earth. I step over or around them every time.
My husband thinks it's funny to step directly on them and pretend to fall.
Everybody thinks Because my life is weird, I’ve seen multiple people take sledgehammers to them. Doesn't even leave a dent, and hurts the person swinging the hammer worse.
Everybody thinks Because my life is weird, I’ve seen multiple people take sledgehammers to them. Doesn't even leave a dent, and hurts the person swinging the hammer worse.
Everybody thinks I'm seriously afraid of being pulled under beds by disembodied hands. Specifically mannequin or model hands made of plaster or wood, and covered in gloves. I don't know what would happen if they did pull me under a bed, but it's a highly irrational, and stupid fear I've had since childhood and the source of recurring nightmares.
Everybody thinks I go running regularly. I hate running next to chain link fences, specifically because I am convinced that I am going to trip, then fall in specific way so that my front teeth manage to get caught on the fence and be ripped out. I also hate the lower ones since part of my brain is convinced that one will not be bent right, I will run next to it and the wire will hook into my arm.
Everybody thinks I really dont like if i cant see where something is going. Chains that hold buoys scare me for example...
Everybody thinks I have a pretty weird fear of buoys. I just don't like things that are semi submerged in water, I guess. Everything on that sub makes me flinch.
Everybody thinks Getting stuck in a chimney face up in a sort of a "V" shape where you can't really move and die a slow painful death while thinking of your loved ones and crying for help.
Change it to cave and that's a huge fear of mine
Everybody thinks All of my friends are ridiculously scared of becoming pregnant. Two of them are gay and in a relationship with each other, though. They wake up in the morning and panic if they feel sick at all or their periods are late, and yet there's no way short of a the miracle.
Everybody thinks That someone is hiding under my car and is going to slice my Achilles’ tendon when I go to unlock the door
Everybody thinks I had a phase where I looked under the car every time I approached for this reason.
Have you ever seen pet cemetery?
But what about the car you next to yours? Did you look under that one too? Your recklessness is terrifying.
Everybody thinks I won't let someone hand me something hidden in their palm by making a fist and then dropping it into my hand, if that makes sense. I am not sure what I'm afraid it might be...
Everybody thinks Walking barefoot on grass. Stepped on a bee while I was really little. Wasn't fun and I imagine all of the blades of grass are stingers until the prickling feeling goes away when I lift up my foot. Oddly enough, no fear whatsoever if I'm wearing just socks (on my feet).
Everybody thinks That when I'm walking through natural water (lake, river, etc) I'll accidentally stick my big toe into the eye socket of a human skull.
Everybody thinks I am afraid of crucifixion.
Everybody thinks No idea why. It is incredibly unlikely anyone I know or myself will ever be crucified. In fact, no one does crucifixion these days.
Everybody thinks However, sometimes I have dreams of it happening and wake up in cold sweats. It's very strange.
Same. I realized I had it when I was on the 8th floor of a building, was looking down at the cars.
Then I looked up to see the rest of the building, and it just fucking made my heart sink, I started sweating and panicked.
Usually only looking up at objects higher than me while I'm a few stories high scares me. Also the sky.
Fuck the sky, when I look up I just want to shut my eyes and pretend I never saw it.
I have the opposite, I hate it when people walk around with their bare foot in their shoe
Everybody thinks I have a recurring dream of someone giving me a paper cut between all my teeth.
Everybody thinks I have a phobia that I'm going to go ice skating one day, slip on the ice, my hand will lay out, and someone will skate over my hand and slice my fingers off.
Everybody thinks One time I ice skated, fell, and someone cut a small part of my sleeve off. I'll never understand how my arm survived
I have a scar on my wrist from falling down and an ice skate running over it! :)
Yea idk why the smily was there. I think I was just happy to have relevant info lol
Everybody thinks Moths and Butterflies. Why do they fly around like they don't have a clue where the hell they are going...AND, why are they so powdery?!?!?! I am terrified of them.
Everybody thinks Elderly twins.
Everybody thinks I like when we wear the shared veil over our heads?
Everybody thinks Fresh delicious dead raw meat.
Everybody thinks Whatever Jane in my office does. I don’t know her job title but by god she spends more time gossiping and making people feel shitty than literally anything else.
Everybody thinks My fuckin dad does that shit everyday. Sitting in the kitchen, living room, or whatever he just reads the headlines of articles on his phone. We call him the "Town Crier" lol.
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You
made a list & on it you had Bodnar listed as a wheels.
It’s not two boys it’s a cop.
Yea, things change.
It’s not a cod it’s a cod.
And a cod is the real thing.
Can’st be bested shan’t be bedrested.
The man who mistook his wife for a hat. When does he start wondering to
himself, ‘where’s my wife got to ?’ & ‘what this extra hat doing in me
larder ?’ ‘What’s this barmy doing cookin me breakfast ?’ ‘how’d this
hat know I enjoy partaking a quickie in the afternoon on aired linens ?’
‘heck’s a man ta do when hard he gets the sensual yearning on him ? it
being a no wives two hats boondoggle the paths toward acceptable coitus dwindle
precipitously ?’
The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat….continues…
‘Why’s me goddamn hat so heavy a sudden ? Stay put on me pate I
said !’
(The
Woman Whose Husband Mistook Her For A Hat.)
STs :
Bloated Husbands, it’s a story
It’s a musical, by the way.
Leave the peon here. Why do you want me to leave the paeon here ? It’s in
different voices.
So I said,
M :
While were having sex last nite—we were having sex right—(Wife : Of
course, of course.) I was thinking about my beard about it getting bigger &
bigger & bigger & bigger & bigger (Muted caterwaul of SKL in the
backgroun, ‘Have you seen your husband as of late ? He goes around with
that beard. He looks like a jihadi. It covers ¾ of his face and with the
glasses to boot…)
N :
A3:
Caresses, certainty, & Executioners
M: (Michael is quoting something) Breast feedin’ my senses
Hard
core moon fanatics
Maybe sometimes
One
may
simply not have the choice
‘Don’t stop running!’ that’s Night Company
B: Here’s how I hear it….That resemblance….that resemblance
that he was…
[Bleeds
into Genet]
Genet: (He’s here & he’s saying something] ‘Here’s how I hear it….this
resemblance that I had been told that I had with Divers, didn’t really hit me,
no, not really, for uhm at the colony there were no other mirrors but, but,
those miniscule hand mirrors—one (1) per family
[How
funky was yr shave job? How funky was yr shave job? How weird was yr beard? How
weird was yr beard?]
(cont.) that the chief would lend on Sunday mornings
to the convict in charge of shaving us that day. I therefore knew of my face
nothing but what I could sometimes distinguish from outside looking into the
lower glass panes of the windows which were too imprecise for me to see me
well. On the other hand, the convicts who had once spoken apropos of mine, of
the Divers visage seemed to care little about this resemblance.’
Eye
want to remember who had the fucking great line about eating their dog(5)
Manna from heaven fell
in the form of unwieldy etched seeds
like
a motorcycle
tossed
from an upper balcony
of
a many storied building
you on you action
he
shivered like an asteroid
if it’d just mainlined sterabolic steroids
clothes, ideas, bacteria
action
is taken with zest
Let’s catboy this bitch
“We’re
gonna put some order on this planet.” -
An Insane Person
things start growing places
things
have to start growing places
nature
is magnificent
beautiful
faggot troubadour
asking
you questions who you meet
youre
collected youre here
start living, insect, that’s an order
you’ll
see
it’s
not scary
insect,
your caprine green,
it’s
a kind of green that r Kelly wheres his pyjamas in
Osiris
has a pale red pyjamas, shabby, comfy tho
T:
It’s pretty scratched.
B: Biped children freshly understanding what you say or do
Too bad for children. “We’ll mute this later” say children—[Beeeeped—
computer
of beeeeeped, otc]
B:
Careful children.
T: Do not insult the computer.
M: “This is Michael.” This computer is powered by a computer cyberspace
computer, it’s part internet part everywhere, and it spends all its spare time
being internet.
“Yes,
sir.”
B:
Michael, I’ve known you so long and yet so little do I know about you &
your brilliant ways which I do not, even I, pretend that I will ever one day be
able to want to start to try to consider what trying to start would be like if
I were even able to will my self into thinking what it is to start to think to
want to try to consider to start as if that were even possible.
T:
[Pointing an attempted point at a more than usually radiant Byron.] Youuuuu are
the internet.
[Some times passes, hand games, palm game around 5.60, the stillness is as that
of adisused egg timer.]
T:
I would like to point out, for the plan in progress, a little to the right,
moss. Greener in hue please. That’s right Byron, minor in changes, minor in
changes, a musical information.
B:
How do you say ‘Progress.’ Say ‘Progress’ again, for us, please Tonja. Reduce
velocity ¾, stabilize for relativity granulation jump wall.
M: Oh yeah.
B: Progress, you may know, will have to at some point in its stint here…
T: Drink it.
B:
….Performance, yes, yea. Minor in changes.
Allah:
“Petit plant beeeeeeaaaaaaauuuuuuuuu.”
B:
Sure. You know Kaipiainen? He’s got lots of followers. Strange fellow. Finnish,
sane. He dwelt in a peculiar little apartment, so they say. Very tidy. Brisk
but in that nice way that keeps you sharp. He kept many objects there.
Radically small. Even tinier than they would be in a normal person’s house. But
funny thing happens when little objects are made to get even tinier, funny
thing, but true, and Kaipianen was one of the first dudes to notice. You know
what he noticed, my friend, he noticed how much huger, more monumental
Kaipiainen got as his tiny tiny apartment objects got smaller. It wasn’t a
state that the visionary artist could withstand for too long. It was thus that
he crafted his legions of Monumental sculpture and his even more subtle
masterpiece the distance the distance between his altnernate infinitudes of
size. An interlinking was Kaipiainen. His apartments, with that monumental bed,
were his workshop where he manipulated ocular scope to persuade his mind &
body that it was godly. Then as rapidly he’d be restored, with some remaining
but useful deformities, back to the clarifying waters of his monumental
creations, on the outside, where all the other little people dwelt in like
stature.
Michael: Alors, ‘Ja, it’s Husband Krishna.” Remember when the world is getting
younger. You forget about “older brother.” Then the truck comes in.
Truck: So, Djallall is researching her graduate school thesis on free pharmacy
brochures, specifically interlocutor/person, a ‘critique of proclivities in
Mequenozology.’
M: ‘Krishna,
I love to fuck what you are,
mec.
Your essence
I
love to fuck what you do, and uh,
all the things you make Krishna, Krishna, that
makes
you be you.’ (Bakery Science Weekly
#MeToo)
There
is no end to Beauty, man.
Believe I tried.
Truck (continuing inexorably): ‘A filme
noir starring as cast the dishes in an epic which is crossed out and the
report of its being crossed out it also crossed out as is the following list of
possible candiditate words for replacing the stricken adjective ‘epic’ such as
dropthesoapific, generous, swabmouthordealical,
soapfacenanticipationdissapointedunbrokenstateofmourningical, ecumenical,
modern, brillcreamical, etc etc etc. A few things we knew from right off
the bat apropos casting especially about after reading Casting Magazine which
is, as you may be able to ascertain, a journal devoted to expert analysis of
casting pragmatics and theory. Featuring an unprecedentedly exhaustive section
of On a testé pour vous #AuBancDessay, a ‘Want a Silhouette Section’ that would
induce motorcycle road accidents if it had only been born as two bicycling boys
just past the dip, but it was born as ‘Want a Silhouette Section’ and is all
the better for it. Only drawback was it didn’t quite fit in the mailslot, but I
would anyway be surveilling the movement of the postal service since a long
time before.’
He
turns to Tonia with Devils Nay Self-Care smirk and says
Watch
This
Before
handly and with a maximum dialectical efficiency
he
eviscerates Truck’s deeply rooted conception of his obsession
with
‘Soap’’.
“
We were Never Soap Man, and besides, being obsessed with soap is not an
enviable hobby.
Keep
hacking away at the ‘Film Noir’, we’ll get there someday.
Eye
sat in yoursamechair before Truck, it doesn’t get any easier.
But
it does becomes easier to realise that it doesn’t get any easier.
If
I had to describe, it sorts of drifts away without leaving behind that classic
sensation
of
burdened relieved, of redemption after love looked for in wrong places,
I’m
sick a this shit, not you fellas it’s been grand. But I need new vista. I need
to see me some Big Country. I’m getting my truck ass to Americas. Get the
appendicite. Clear my head. Do something for myself, you know what, something
might just be the right word for it but it might be the wrong word for it.
Nothing, jarring & vulgar though it be, comes a nose closer to being what I
might just should do. All these filme noire sirrocumulus cloudheads makes my
head ache.
A3:
Fallin asleep while baking something blues
Addictive yet disconcerting,”
babblingbrook.com
A3:
Kafka’s Taupe
“10/10”
“Game of the Year” ign.com “Strategy
game of the Decade!” –burner magazine online
He
must have heard his laughter was paper you said yes
Yes here’s what you can do
You can rip up a piece of paper
Any
color any color
Sing
about sing about when one half when one half
is no bigger is no bigger
than
your one of your hands than your one of your hands,
here,
yea, just like this
ya,
you’re doing it
you
tear—you’re tearing—the paper, in half
or
up to three (3) or four (4) times
Fly,
fly the pieces in the air as you would any
piece
of trash
you’ve
gotten used you’ve gotten used to them
let
the pieces fall.
they
ears will hear a sound as freshly minted
its
coins freshly minted coins
which
hath fallen on cobblestones
‘It
fell in,’ Da Clouds Bout Da (S)ceallings
Da
clouds even they today are
moral.
‘She
sticks her used bubble gum into the between the books,’ the plant to Da Cloud.
‘A fingernail must be around,’ –Francesco Mussacchia
Da Clouds, ‘Yeah, fingerbanging,’ #@Fingerbanging, ‘ Yes, fingernail must be around. You must be patient.
Think about Christmas Story Scene, think about, for instance, Mike crying.
Perspiration of the eyes flowed down the face of Mike. But where was he? Think
about where was he? Did he this time get the soap in the mouth? ‘Epics.’ Keep
you pinned to your seat. A white-knuckled thrill ride. Redifines the outer
boundary of the Suspense Christmas Story Scene genre. Best Christmas Story
Scene of the Year. We see the welcome debut in the form of the Stunning,
blistering Perez. To top the cherry with the way it should be done that, so, in
addition to the same face, more or less, they have the same indefinisible
accent part candle factory, part professional candle factory artisanal
architect. A sort of resonance, dry & throat, like this getting ya right
hear beneath the larynx, kind that we folks don’t often get over here we don’t
grow them like that over here, qui ne fait pas de chez nous here. Chez nous,
don’t forget, our place, right here, stand your ground, never surrender, never
forget, chez nous, house of no disrespect mouse. House of kill ‘em all during
time of disrespect. Four walls, 2 floors, 1 roof, 1 bathroom, one half bathroom,
one half a half a bathroom aka small utility sink, one love. Forever chez nous.
Let me give you an example or two that some people felt the noble urge to step
into the rectangular rooms of chez nous saying whatever whack shit happened to
turtlehead through their shitforbrainsbrains.
Byron,
why don’t you tell it.
B:
Since on my side I feel the muggy codensate of a swollen party of natatation. I
retort as if I did not retort. But I know I did. All wrong. So, yo, let me
begin by saying this, yo, ja, ja, wait, ok, ‘are you uh in the train of
treating me of a liar? I mean, are you in the ‘process?’ Are you ‘-ing?’
(Active form.) Presently, right there, right now, as I speak this very
syllable, this one, here,.. Are you saying I’m a liar? ‘
Again, this sensation of mute exchange, reciprocile. At the end of which, after
vast tracts of notunpleasant muteness:
mikeyfriggintaren@yahoo.com, RE: “Are you, Ja,
it’s Byron, a liar.”
The notion of lie is a terran concept
which
persists in its absence of signification
FOR
US, since the fact
of declaring true a false thing could
in
no way
be
capable/ablebodied
to render it true.
An affirmation
that
is perhaps not without merit but that seems
to
indicate
in
those ‘beings’/individuals,
the existence of a spirit
without
any
flexibility.
B:
For my part, I am deeply engrossed in my duties as a assistant natatation
instruction. I say nothing. I eat little. I’ve exported all my hopes &
aspirations into this mildew swimming hall.
T: Is this a new thing natatation for you?
B:
Hey, listen, he’s saying He was all right…..dad dadadahdahdah…Life was saved by
rock n’ roll…uhuhuhuhuhuhuh…he was all right he was all right. [Does the guitar
part soundlessly, stiff shuffling of slippered natatation clogs.]
[there’s
one of my favorite pictures in the world is one of you in front of the computer
and there’s big tears in your eyes and yuou you’re static and I hear going from
your listening drums Bruhmbruhmbruhmburhmburhm. ]
Komoddoro64:
Yo, Byron, what’s new, what’s poppins, bro/dude/individual, RE:
BP17.37.AXFF.33.CA?
B:
“She’s just listening to the radio. NOthing much happening at all.” Story from the song. OK. See, ‘she aint
nothing at all,’ no, ‘she ain’t no nothing at all,’ you know? she ain’t got
nothing at all,’ hey hey aaint got nothing at all.
Komodorrea64: Shit comma man. I’m all messed up.
#TellingThePunctuationdotquoteunquote shit, shit how did I never here this song
man. Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuude fuck. ‘oh sweet nothing oohhhhhhhhhh hh sweeeeeeeet
aint got nothing at all….
[Sirens
ritournelles]
[Komodorre64
takes a whack at the guitar solo en plein air.]
Komodorre64:
‘(sic™)’ shit, trademarked since when it be trademarked. I been throwing down
‘(sic™)’ shit got me again for years now. Guess I just better be getting on
getting on waiting for my cease & desist ta flop on through the slot here.
Get it on, bang a kong, get it on, get it on, bang a kong. Trademark law mah
ass. Eh Byron?
hehehehehe
mail@mailer-daemon@yahoo.com, RE: Eh Byron?
Byron it’s Kommodorre from the other night…
Komodorre64:
‘(sic™)’ shit, trademarked since when it be trademarked. I been throwing down
‘(sic™)’ shit got me again for years now. Guess I just better be getting on
getting on waiting for my cease & desist ta flop on through the slot here.
Get it on, bang a kong, get it on, get it on, bang a kong. Trademark law mah
ass. Eh Byron? No he hemorrenginated himself, ‘Again, this impression of silent
exchange, a study in reciprocical, at the end of which, hehe, ho, at the end of
which, ‘re: mailer-daemon@yahoo.
hehehehehe, an affirmation that is not without merit re: coulda been emails but
no but no.
Get
google on the case.
Google
‘assistant’ @ the supermarket helping one choose to pulverize their hair with
different branded & improvised balms which earlier this morning Google
Assistant had been reviewing as to re: popularity re: efficacity re: authenticity
re: customer perception mutationality of array of endorsed products. When he
finished, he made a checkmark within a note taking application on the primary
account of the computer desktop. That done, he offered to wonder how old the
computer utilisator was and also if he would like to have the computer software
offer to remind him to do his laundary tomorrow.
Corona,
corona one time, mantra, go:
Corona
(To Corona, before firing up vocal
simulators)
‘An
affirmation (C 2 C, toi meme tu sais) that is not without
merit
etc. but that seems to indicate
in
those two (2) parent programs in ‘progress’
the
existence of a spirit that they share
without
flexibility yet, always connected
‘fashionable,’
with an implacable consistency
Byron
[to KM64]:‘Yes, you must be very consistent, honey.
KM64:
‘I got all the money,’ #MyExpletiveDeletedIsFuckedUp hehehehehe. Check.
Corona: [Internal checkmark applied to memo file]
(2C:
C re: Cell Phone Archive. deleted.text.mss
G’t—it)
Corona
[aloud]: Yo Byron the uh ‘modulation of frequency,’ I’m sorry, Hi Byron what
can I do for you today? You have three favorite options. I can remind you to
remind to remind me to do the laundry. I can tell you my age. I can make a note
of desired chores that you might wish to perform later, while you prepare
yourself mentally for your bath.’
B:
‘Run around her toes…couldn’t make her scene…run run run run run…da dah dah dah
doo…’
Corona:
‘Make me laugh…ja, that’s your Byron. Hehehehe.
#EpicFails@EpicFails hehehhe, pas mal, etc…’ Byron, say nothing, I’ve got this.
Warning, warning, Mailer-daemon on approach, at 40kbs, awaiting orders…’ ‘FLASH
NEWS: You’ll never want to use coconut oil again…find out why?’ Where? How?
You
hear, yo man this is flash news in three days…no worst…oiu, c’est aujourdhui…#5Hours
Google
AI assistant, making the internet.
Michael: Hold it, drop it. You wandered a bit off the range didn’t ya?’
MIchael’s voice: Uh, uhmm, unequivocal no. Hold on I have a call. Michael. One
moment. I have to take this. Ja, speak to me: uh huh, how big? where? can she
sit by for half an hour? uh huh, uh huh. No, no don’t do that. Bench no. City
shut it down. Bench is out. Yo, you know what, I was licking your wrist
yesterday. Yea, it was handsome./I never did that before, kissing the wrist of
the husband as ‘she’ ‘speaks’ ‘she speaks wife continues,’ ‘I’ve never done
that before,’ [Michael, it’s me. So many things to explore….
C2C:
(‘…Exploreimmoexplore:immo.gov.aol.yahoo.com.avl.lies.’)
Michael: To explore, yes! ‘Byron’ in this ‘nest’ of ‘cushions.’ [Ice cream truck passes, its trunk flapping
open, steering inebriated.] [Makes with his hands the movie camera square.]
We’ll have to tweak the contrasts.
C2C: (check dream with the insanely long limbed individual/person following us
everwhere.)
B:
The contrast, the scale. Lens ration is crucial.
M:
A lady will be arriving at the supermarket in 15 minutes. She’ll be en medeas
res on the line with her google AI assistant, what do you do?
B:
Michael, Michael, watch this. That’s me Byron, walking down the street. One
time. How many times did he walk up the street? Yeah, Michael, this is me, this
is me in the street. And I hear you Michael, I do, I hear. What is it again? A
lady will come walking into the supermarket in 15 minutes. She’ll be communiucating
with her Google AI assistant. She’s wise to us. She’s been known to resort to
using her factory installed voice recorder in order to make that surge of well
being and satisfaction make our sweat taste that much sweeter.
M: (visibly relieved, also invisibly relieved) ; Yessai!
Lady: Google Ai assistant, give a recipe, make a picture of that recipe, plot
the picture on a multipanel graph.
B:
Michael, whoa. Smarten up, she’ll be in optical range imminently.
M: So? We g’t—it?
B: Truncate it. Trust me. Act now.
Google:
(to oneself): Mailer-daemon causes…google ai…mailer-daemon to be
awardede….google: how does mailer-daemon….
“Two
possible solutions. Rather a, Byron: Top 10. 1,2,2,3,3,4.
C2C: ((Rename: favorite two (2) possible options, re: ‘GitaneBlonde (Delta
Class A)’))
B: I know, it feels weird at first. I been there. Let me guide you. Try to
relax into it. Have a selection of cigarettes. Take some. I smoke a lot of
different ones everyday. So anyway, like I said, be jelly, sink into the data
pool the data place. Google AI I need you!
B: I’m bluetoothing you a set of cooridinates. Punch them in and stand by.
C2C:
(‘Here, again, they get their balls in, watch, listen, pick one, Google Watch,
here again, they speak a language, human in appearance, unintelligible even,
yes, but yet, a host of nuances broadcasts’s their escape. Let’s encourage
them.
Google Ai: Yo messieurs, how can I be of use to you today?
Michael / Type what you just said.
Google
Assistance : I tried to keep my tongue as feeble and passive and away from my
palate as I possibly can. It is as though my tongue has neither the strength or
volition or knowledge that it can or should or has ever or never will need or
have need yet needed to comply with the signalcooamds to vice away and
makeshapes and do touches for my glottis teeth and palate. A mouth of a
different drumma; a mouth that says, ‘’it is fully equipped, a mouth fully
equipped with a streamline, assets, extras and serious precision’’ and does not
yell, AND ALL THE OTHER THINGS IT WISHES TO SAY AS WELl.. A mouth is on E
fIRST
THING OF THE AMPERSAND AGE;
a
lot of royalty drinking alotta crapola
up
and down the castle
my building’s always open
use
the code
whaqt
if the door’s open?
door
is never open
code
shall be used for lawful access
unless
emergency, obviously,
which
then you have to figure out if the emergency
is
outside with you
or
inside with guys who know the door code
and
make use of it on the daily
due
to having to travel out and back
for
work shopping or other chores
that
require outsourcing
menial
tasks
that
strip man of his rightful liberation
from
the acrid tastes
coming
off the famous sweaty brow
I
love being at the trainsstation remember
You
may have saw me and remembered
me but then recalled
my
form from a different more conciliatory angle
What do you call the doctor of doctors?
There
isn't a type of doctor who specifically treats doctors.
What
sort of illnesses does a doctor look for during an anal probe?
Anal
probing is when the doctor inserts instruments such as tongs and syringes into
the anal cavity. The doctor looks for any digestion problems, parasites, anal
bruising, and…
Komodorre64:
An affirmation that is perhaps not not without merit. Merit. A profound
perhaps. ‘When you know you know, you know you know you know you know, you know
you know.’ (SIC™) But that seems to indicate
Then
she turns the radio to a different station.
iT4S PERFECT TO PASS THROUGH THE TRAVELS OF WONDER;
What is anal color?
Even a draw can provide what feeds you.
The one benefit to rising sea levels is that there is a chance that people like
this will not make it
I
am a gay person
I understand Art makes people aware of many little things in life.
listen
to ibzoo rendezvous
calmer
vouse
its
about you
flower
for victims crew #MamaWeekendBlondeGirlNailsKinesthetiertheripieWeekend
#BitTittedBlondeSmallSizeCompact1.5BillionLightYearsAwayChasmPlungedNeckline
MarlboroRedMexican SkullAshtrayWeekend&
#LAetitiaOwnerOfTheWeekendNotMarriedToJohnCulOwnerOfTheWeekendBrotherByBloodRelationBonjour,PatronWeekend
#MichelleNicheShortPlatinumGrowingHairArmOtherWaySoonDeadOfCancerNotSUreAboutItCo[yzrightNo:qtterZhqtCqncnerZillRockItOut ToujourSiBelleBonsoirNikZeekendZeekend
Flowers
Tell
me so this is the plot for a big showup, the show spec script for the entire
show & the show is called TroiiisDllNosTelephonin’StA
A3 :
Dodosomy & Ahmmorrgah & Tilttitroot
Live
from Elsewhere
New
novelty from night
when I fell asleep—on Earth and find myself—
Doctor
Planets’ Planet –lying across the
tumulous
where I just killed my krellhhasch Thieves™,
I
refused, deliberately,
to
live or to live again
my
fastidious return & passed directly
toward
this triumphal arrival
glimpsed
at in a so-called ‘interior’ dream
It’s still the same person but now, perhaps,
it’s
another person.
B
[to Kommodore64] : So…so…other news from the night
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Objet
: re the mistakes
B
[to Kommodore64] : So…so…other news from the night...where I go to Renders--on
Earth--I just read that to you?--Lying crisscrossed means the Ikea clickclack
with which I just killed my
#MyCroqueulessThieves7.2. 'I declined', deliberately, and here it is
confirmed of what I already had suspicion of: the importance of importanting
Goods Hernana, into the hierarchy of his planet. Something like a 'prince' '
prince of king'....equivalence is terran, of course, I am not there at the
point where I can think Xenon...this, the latter, hunts to the Croqueliues that
I just leaved, on solid terre, representing apparantly the ultimate test,
event, trial, ordeal, trial of strengths, an mall parking lot armwrestling, the
rite of passage under which are submitted the young 'nobles,' --another
equivalence--in conditions well determined before receiving the title
ofNecessary Morris. He's not the dead guy, he's the guy doing the plomberie,
claiming anyway, guess it's a crapshoot, plumbing. Montecito dick, euuugh,
that's far enough. I refuse, deliberately, to leave or to releave my fastidious
return to Pick me up, say Bologna drunk. Slime costs sandal parking lost, jimmy
ahole, whoa, & flash directly toward the triumphant arrival of the
aforementioned interior dream ('Another news from night, etc.)ZOh Montecito
alive, yessao, keep him.
#PicksWithTehNativesUndertheCarwheels
#EasterEggAwkwardAwkawardFuckingDeerShouldaSeenItItWasLikeThis
#Yo,
Cito, CarDrive, yo, stachios, Garaade, or Box for Cars, Slight fense not guys
Fresno plumage
,
equivalence to gins, I am not here yet, thinking in long zenith tough zenith
tassels curly brown moth or crucifix. Festiff toupee grow on birthday.
#SexEngine FieldofDreamsCOstnerCornCalibration, there's a worthy story behind
that. Aspirin makes me drink nytroglycerin in the house but I don't have any,
representing apparently the ultimate skin of your teeth adventure massage to
which are submitted the young 'nobles' lol.I never did a lol here.
So,
another equivalence, 'lol,' yes, equivalence, oh l'equivalence encore, or LA
LossetteAngelatings. O'Malley, he brings back those sweet sweet seeping out
daily Disney memories, cuntsantans, their work rides right through me like a
thresher, as precedently did Krelfruite,
Gnarlet, & Brokeback Mountain, esp. and you should rewatch this clip, the
pervert humps the jacket, getting tender and gently, low, I barely recognize
the hunk from 10 Things I hate about you, I'm always like hurry take the shirt, through tears, that knock is
coming in right soon Heath, don't Shams this one. that says go back rewind get
to the part where they're having nice panky hanky time in the tent with the
sheeps slipslopping a bolus of cud. &, and this is a big 1 & meanwhile
SHams 'sending' the landing with his classic #JaItsShams, crackling of paper
leaves of paper voices of which he made a mix (Big up to Odarek & Kafka,
wonderful literary guys.) Kick up the li, guys, I was gone & now I'm back,
let's do the Shams challenge, my cock's rumi's & wife, #epicchallengeforyallguys
#guesswhoiswhothistime. Subtle changes, done with we have the diamond bullshit,
I'm outright saying sect we are, last time, 1571 that dnkey's dick now we suck
mine or decoy, bitches right; Somebody light me a fucking book. Here here here,
somebody gave me a chap, do page 50 open & load it. Ja. --Another
equivalence, ja--in conditions wet & wild determined, with parsimony,
aplomb, and a good while to have there that to receive that, title, of they,
Crystall, Kommodore64, exquartz. They sing all at the same time. It's
controversial. I do like it I do. I hope I didn't go to far with the world fell
upon me, as precedently did Krelel and knaal & smyarkis. And I'm handjobing
some of that one & designates fingerwrapped, and extend, or so does it
seem, a sort of a promotion towards the adult state responsible offering a
Frahmnills brothfull of I don't even know if they're analogies, etc. La, c'est
bien la. Good to be back. Places are far, towns and houses, you know me...
B:
Keep Going.
[Police
Sirens]
[Mobile
Vibrating]
[Police
sirens nearer or farther]
Put
phone on on mode]
And
the police love love
Let's
see, let me...murmuring all at once
trying
to tone the good one
the
hands on the heart
are
just on hands
on
the head
#Byron
Police:
30.2 tripping. <___________Picture, private
(Sirens)
(Sirens)
(Police
door): Cry!
Yo,
lead the big now. Cell phone: Hang on don't hang up now. Pocket, yea, place me
there, tight.
Pocket:
Now don't you cry, now cry, do cry.
&
the Police Love Love says, Stop, leave the beak you have #ByronJa,It'sByron,
beak wearing individual/person.
Pocket:
Now cry now cry.
B:
Police love love, with all dew respect, I'm gonna cry no, if you don't mind.
Pocket:
Compliment now.
B:
Police love live number 1 to the right, you're going to go white beautiful
tonight
Pocket:
[from telephone to Police love love] : Yo, Police love love.
Police
love love #1: Will he cease & also desist. Flashback of Aslace.
Police
love love2: Hooked us on acrobat, entire department, left the network
vulnerable, with insecurities that had not been corrected since 29 12 200 20180
& have not been upgraded yet despite promises, as well as those new Win 7
operating systems for those PCs able to run it.
Police
love love1 [review of Adobe Flash Review]: Updates upcoming has become an
inside joke in my office associates. 'I'm not going to stop I'm not going to
stop I may stop, later, Police Love Love, Hang on Police Love love, hang one, I
know updates can steal in like a raccoon in the garbage bins in the the night.
Where I see you police love love one, watching I see you Police love love two,
with an air haggard, the eyes like dark sparks in very dark pools of several
things I can think of that are not on, excluding, the following one, yes, click
on it fuckfaces, ya,finally, maybe that lewd talk can come to an end at least
for now and Adobe can shithead around their again, with ya'll crap shit dust
guys, update now, hehe, I 'm music, its a new portfolio at my broker. It's
avantgarde, but like, accessible, if you want I can give you the stat sheets,
like old times;. Do you like my jeep Police one one, Police Love two already
knows, haha the exclusive. Should get out more Police love one. My Jeep, I'm
afraid to say, since you're old clients of mine, won't trust you till you take
those nuggest and pop one. Now, this is going to be cool trust me, take that
nugget in your mouth. Where is it? Police love love one, Police love love two
bear witness to that. #Ja,IT'sByron'sOriginalRecipeNuggetInstallation. Door
closing on you now, PLLO.
Pocket:
"How do you call someone, PLL2, who is especially fond of choking their
hacked out on condom-pitted car stuffed avocado closing. Come garage.
[Door
closing further]
B:
It's so crazy, that. (PLL1 laughed, yes he don't know why.)
B:
Wass ist dat, PLL1, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon,
Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon,. Cameroon,
Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon,Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon,
Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon,… Yo, PLL2, bitte reggaedat: do an easy
reggaedate: like this, but ornament it how you like, 'don't touch me please I
cannot stand the way you doooooooooool laaaaaaaaa...." Angle to garage
door, my mc.
Garage
Door (mumbles) : Gahh..wahj..ft...kj...lmp...Lemme be in front of that PoliceLoveLoveOne,
B:
Yo, Policeloveloveone, garage door got a crush on you, I understand your legs o
more, and I don't see them and I'm wondering about them in relation to you,
PoliceloveloveOne. Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon,
Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon,. Cameroon,
Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon,
Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon,.. This is really healling and we need you now.
I'll be straight for you, PoliceloveloveTwo. You understand garade, now. You
can talk with that. #GaradeYouUnderfstandNow. Now listen, PoliceloveloveOne
& PoliceLovelove2, this is garade door sample playing on my house.
(...So
that every god in Prison sees me, PoliceloveloveOne, PolveloveloveOne...We will
fall in sucks on all sides, to lovelovePoliceoMine...of mine, Garade door, er,
keep the distance yah, there, here, there are moments, of great emotion, I feel
them now, moments not quite straight, you feel them now, you feel them now, How
big is your pinky, a screw driver ass, can’t stop these nipple visualizations,
can't oh can't stop these nipple visualizations....Pool Party Now,
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Party @ the pool now....[fades out, chin slumps to emblazoned
chest.) :
Parent
I
think that Pierre-Paul Riquet should have been alotted a cask or two of
cocaine to build his Canal du Midi. I
believe that most people think this. they think its just a game of tracks and
fields a kind of primitive Hanza bushmen imprtat and I’d if I could though my
authority feeble like a split shaft from a long distance runner taking heavy
tiding to the drough oicked kreally a groupinjg of pesable villages. Thes games
the runners play so fast they go whilst the backs of their tungs never quite
qrise again with the moistuire promised wells and dibjeys, burriws and the
intreouid haeiena stopping dead, you need to be beautiful, it has t obe made so
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late, what you wanted afterall.as you, in the later mothns wisibly whither
strapped as you are by the unknown keeoing unabating space though no quese
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needful. all alal seems like a grey undertowo to that which onec again but is
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is slow it is like those harried factories at the end of WWII that made buck
cunstant cost a lining the committees with gold or if not gold than a promissory
not, keep it safe, it(s early still who want to oreder some beers and get in on
a game of Taboo ? All hands in the subbasement of the united methodist’s
church raise cattycorner to the bodies of those who have been lifted. U market
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Cocktail of Vagina. The crucial initial geste is to arive early in the town
head straigh for ciotuy hall with your IDs and the paper work you were
requested to fill out three weks ago. Please feel free to answer any questions
for it is scarce in the latter days of the hot hot hot seasons, anticipate
witnessing, in memory quite close and detailed, but in dreal rather addled,
must be new here. <Soùething to be desired from the state of the mop job,
especially in the 5 top dining rooms ; Discipline has never bee our
speciality, but, given the nature of the times, the rampant use of cannibas
sativa, & sativa, & nitrous oxide whipped cream bottle combo,,and a
very antiDustin Springfield ingorance which when wrested from hibernation may
prove the worlds first, but the firses woll not stop there. Counterintuitive as
it may come across to modern beings Is
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we had to go to the bathroom eveyone had to go in it together ?
but
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now plrzse insert even a strayy gilded paubblkld.
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the piano
plink plink plink
Excuse me, I'm
playing a song
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though, plink plink plink
plink plink plink plink plink
plink plink plink
plink plink plink plink plink plink plink plink
plink
plink plink
‘we’ll be reading
stories tonight’ plink
plink plink plink plink
plink plink plink plink plink plink
plink plink plink plink plink
plink plink plink plink
plink “If you agree…” plink plink plink
plink plink plink plink plink
plink plink plink plink plink plink
plink plink
plink plink plink plink
plinka plink plink plinka plink plink plink plink “Together toward one goal…”
plink plink
plink plink plinka plinka
plink plink plink
plink plink plink plink plink plinka
plink plinka plink
plink “I work in the woods for a
living and I’ve seen a fair amount of odd
things” plinka plinka plinka plink plink plink plink plink
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othr substances masters of thewas of form form free slated from black qusars
and the nthing
that another form
it both identified
as noting and as pre nothing
I find myself wandering again alwas stopping it I’m done with it & with it
me, I straned to slow ay kindly touch that’d bright and shiny the
endowanceittook presurebly roughbetween thumb and forfingers like a balloon not
tied in the vesicles elementary procedure they say but to abandon pulling it
would be to abandon that inadequaciebooks pomped in quarter circle who
knows not whereit
will go
I pretend to sleep
preted is the right word for it is the one I say most often to myself and
brightenand shine a little everywhere o it a few times a year when I find it
remembering the Canadian whose bestowal of this memento mori he gave before
departing, a pacifist, to the Legonof the Foreign where killing brown people
often involves a slug to the gut, a seething army crawl under continuous fire,
a man could hold in his instenstines frol upto
a wrrk. a dead boot camped slot machine givingprizes in roby intestines
sailor style unspooling to the dirty rigs of abandonedoffices where the
loneliess they talked about with never another word for it makes too curious
the man to forebear thenxious, oh so painful probingof these slimy mechanisms
pulled what life would give him to the waiting, opioded cavity of his rectum
which as is iften the case shat’t proffer a single time more that manure people
spire awy on the ultima thule of bowled family creeks.
A3:
I keep a memory of my bravery
A bear skinned
(pear three, slow standsdon, pumice stones, laughin’ slurs, racial footsies)
A bit of a boy-ass smell on the soft green heather
A little boat in the valley
A brother Who walks on water
A dead fox laughing in a hare spumebrown
curls, family creeds
There’s plenty of death in a bakery
I think
I often wonder whether you walk rested
on the other side of the groomed combed bells
which empty & ached the sky
a little
just plumbed enough to grow the
impressionist-fauvlisdt
fluctial
‘verses,
So the young lady
wants a soundtrack
doesn’t want it just
thinks it belongs there
suck dick fuck fuck slit fuck
Miiiniii Poola
Salt shaker.
Salt huh.
Shkers three
(three times. Djallall shakes it.).
Knees bends (Djallall screeches, Ohhh buh buh buh buh, bent by Djallalln she
adds, cheekily,
streams
laden striled with blown asymmetries
& eddying attentions carefully casted
about & away
for sale & purchases in
aqueaous agnosticisms in besteem aqueous green
agnosticisms, the stream of throats is made of attention, cares, as is
verse itself within where he solely
gets fluvial at times, yes, the universe is made
of attention, cares, no canotiers
static, brght yellow & blonde bale bristling
statics,
yes
the universe is
fluvial, the universe is birth school indigo
the river is lissome skein
as a river shall be
& if I had my clothes on here I’d
rather be seen ruthless as a blue dome standing straight but shaggy
between pots anaphoras
coronated with uriverine shafts of fawnspall lights glowing like
if I had my clothes on
it’s the day time.
Ludus
is upstairs
who
folds the laundry
rivers & other things that are riverlike are riverlike.
To mistake it
Or them, the riverlikelike, for something
or things else
nonriverlike, lamentable,
would be as interesting as
misteking it,--or them—for what it is, the
the,
the is maybe burnt by hazards
Kill
me kill me kill me kill me kill me
We’re all doing what we need to do here:
what was most granted to us.
Past selves.
Best selves.
Ones.
All.
Who knows the
linebreak nothingness of the pain we all lakes
& would shimmy to lull us with fraternity
since, ‘cause Dante proved it. Hell is
more fun to describe
Kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me again
What is it, matter? That can do what nothingness
can’t?
(the
swathes of fertility coffined
in impulses)
There is no nothingness in an autoportrait,
white space is not a nothingness.
White
space is a somethingness leavened by ink,
physics of drains, streamed holes where what
we see to be replete goes
from us to
some1 not
ourselves; circulation, yes, channeling, yes, fullness, yes, emptiness,
alternation between what goes & what comes,
why compose the shape most lines alike
alined with or within
the shape of what is or what ought to be,
why also blow
bubbles, why also think into a proem,
why also describe what we think we’re
doing or where we think we need to go
to grow why share this glue
this need, why grant the need
supremacy in doing so, for whatever is done
bulbiny rot nest.
Kill me kill me kill me kill me three.
All hell’s from the petal which gets distracted by the eye or a finger
touching, I like
sperm,
especially as a bough of confession, autoportrait, you can
we think there
we think there, hope here came linkening the spittum on my
palm, like little light in the bridal chamber which we
soon will inhabit.
The flour is like a ruin. Here I’ve lived, & I am here like a spike
with a head struck to the top of it. Without moring,
warning
I am made a meadow made a meadow
with a constellation like an aquatic bridle
chamber fracturing out of my withering
feathers. Here a tall but not so tall tower I was here when
I was my meadow.
Disentangled from the me-sounds from above.
The sounds were the sounds
of some parents fucking in
my resurrection.
Where I was rubbed my glands was lower, lower
from the lover which had
(orders or odors) escaped from here
where I live, where here in my living room
I kissed & branched
when I walk, all the way to where to obvious could live as fog
& I a car
a silver automobile
was this music was this lava not
stopping ever stopping ever where us & I were in the
circles peopled by my waking
Kill ya kill ya kill ya kill ya kill ya one
A ziggurat, nano breath faith, laughs glows orize, so expressed
in bricks of furrowed arbitrage,
here I saw candles in old houses
the dogs partied & flexing in their sleep
there was a little group of people under the arc, dark recesses
hairlocked the arc where
birth ethermare soft seraphim
their gesture became a dance of
a dance of donkling providence
this gesture is a dance
is a dance of donkling providence
yes
and the sky slides between ease & our hands
disencumbered as it is
from out (its)
color
indolent dream zgshell colbalt azul orange
I
keep forgetting because I am stupid
I keep on messing up wait wait wait here, here, gain
&
gathered
through the fractions
that reactions & visualized beshitted pigeon pair
twilit ichor palms make.
Kill ya kill me kila ya kill me kil ya ill me two
I’m gonna say things & you’re not going to ask me what
.
Mike :
« It’s very simple, shithead. »
Dobro : Actually Quite the opposite, or darea I say—the contrary, simple
really.
Nik : Hammmmspthoths. »Mike : « re :
Happppppspthoths. »
Dobro :
« yo you just take the corners,--the duvet’s elbows, that is—and match
them gently but with authority if you can palate it, to the other corners right
there, to the east. Ja,ja. See, you sold this lemon to the American
People. Dandrufffs LeftsMe Shimmey
forget not
by the way
talking about
motocross
unlimited credit at the apple store
and why shouldn’t you
itunes is a good
a good
stay hydra
DOORBELL SCAPHENDER
I
think deer are mostly businessmen.
[“I’m the only one left, the storm
took them all, he managed as he tried to stand.”]
Year:
0101
A compendium of continuous lattices
It’s
a goto colour in a house of any colour.
Wind through the pine trees and no
other competing noises
I
spend whatever time at my desk
&
@ the edge of my books
µ spend time where you can
where you ought to go
The mall.
The mall is ambient.
EXACTLY. It just feels right to watch in the dead of night.
Have you ever driven in the middle of the night? There's no traffic. You can
get to your local McDonalds in 5 minutes, instead of the usual 15.
Black Metal has been my castle all the years
If
I were part of the team I would decide this
Interesting people you meet at night
What, what the hell is the energizer?
Like an old person on top of a mountain
It’s in a box
waiting for us
When we go & get it tomorrow
It
has no voice I just somehow know the words it is saying
Morgan
Freeman
A
deeper pitch of my voice
Thankfully
mine sounds like what I think I sound like instead of what I actually sound
like.
The
voice of me when I am talking... not the voice of me when I am listening to a
recording of me talking, she sounds terrible.
Usually
it doesn't have an actual voice, but when I think about it like I am now, it
decides that it wants to have my voice.
Just
kind of sounds like my voice. Or if I'm listening to someone talk/sing it can
sound like them. Sometimes it literally just hums tunes in my head.
It
sounds like me, I guess.
It
is just my real voice
Like
my own.
It
has my accent but speaks very clearly, succinctly and persuasively. It's a
familiar, convincing tone that I always agree with even when it's talking shit.
I wish it was my voice, I'd be the leader of the fourth reich.
The
happier side of me that I tune out because I'm busy, and I don't realize I need
it.
Matches
the context. If a song, the singer's voice. If its me talking, then me. If a
line said by morgan freeman, then morgan freeman.
It
sounds like the voice I think I have. Not that cringeworthy bitch voice I hear
on recordings of myself.
Sounds
like it never stops, please make it stop!
I
think of my internal dialogue having my spoken voice, but the tone is way
different. It hardly jokes around and is more serious. Like, I’m always
encouraging myself to work harder, do the things I don’t want to but need to,
like it’s saying. “Come on! Fucking do it! Go!”
Mine
comes across in different "voices". Sometimes it sounds like me,
sometimes it sings, sometimes it mimics accents or people. Usually depends on
what I'm doing, my feelings and my environment.
There's
several voices I use in thought. Mostly it's a lighter version of my voice but
if I'm having a conversation with myself and several personified
emotions/ideas/characters, it's different for each and they come from different
directions.
Enjoy
your silence
Billy
Bob Thornton
Like
an old person on top of a mountain
Robot
voice kinda??
I
don't know how to describe it. It's like a slightly deeper (almost...demonic?
Might be a bit far) version of my own voice.
my
voice.
Well....there
is the twisted demonic one, closest I can compare it to is venom. Then there
is... The cutesy one best I can compare it to is Kawai Chan from mystreet. And
then there is the normal one, closest comparison is Daniel Radcliffe.(or more
accurately when they were filming the third Harry Potter movie)
The
harder pain to explain you do nt have to
the
pain you have to explain to no one if you dont want to
devoted
to the writing business
How great is a near-empty shopping centre?
The children have
names but
the parents are just papa & mama
Maybe someday I’ll go somewhere that doesn’t play chesse
꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛
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꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛ ꝭꝭ Ꞟꟺꟻ ꝩꞀꬵ ꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛
꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛
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꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛꭛
You made a list & on it you had Bodnar listed as a wheels.
It’s not two boys it’s a cop.
Yea, things change.
It’s not a cod it’s a cod.
And a cod is the real thing.
Can’st be bested shan’t be bedrested.
The man who mistook his wife for a hat. When does he start wondering to
himself, ‘where’s my wife got to ?’ & ‘what this extra hat doing in me
larder ?’ ‘What’s this barmy doing cookin me breakfast ?’ ‘how’d this
hat know I enjoy partaking a quickie in the afternoon on aired linens ?’
‘heck’s a man ta do when hard he gets the sensual yearning on him ? it
being a no wives two hats boondoggle the paths toward acceptable coitus dwindle
precipitously ?’
The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat….continues…
‘Why’s me goddamn hat so heavy a sudden ? Stay put on me pate I
said !’
(The Woman Whose Husband Mistook Her For A Hat.)
STs : Bloated Husbands, it’s a story
It’s a musical, by the way.
Leave the peon here. Why do you want me to leave the paeon here ? It’s in
different voices.
So I said,
M :
While were having sex last nite—we were having sex right—(Wife : Of
course, of course.) I was thinking about my beard about it getting bigger &
bigger & bigger & bigger & bigger (Muted caterwaul of SKL in the
backgroun, ‘Have you seen your husband as of late ? He goes around with
that beard. He looks like a jihadi. It covers ¾ of his face and with the
glasses to boot…)
N :
A3: Caresses, certainty, & Executioners
M: (Michael is quoting something) Breast feedin’ my senses
Hard
core moon fanatics
Maybe sometimes
One
may
simply not have the choice
‘Don’t stop running!’ that’s Night Company
B: Here’s how I hear it….That resemblance….that resemblance
that he was…
[Bleeds
into Genet]
Genet: (He’s here & he’s saying something] ‘Here’s how I hear it….this
resemblance that I had been told that I had with Divers, didn’t really hit me,
no, not really, for uhm at the colony there were no other mirrors but, but,
those miniscule hand mirrors—one (1) per family
[How funky was yr shave job? How funky was yr shave job? How weird was yr beard? How weird was yr beard?]
(cont.) that the chief would lend on Sunday mornings to the convict in charge of shaving us that day. I therefore knew of my face nothing but what I could sometimes distinguish from outside looking into the lower glass panes of the windows which were too imprecise for me to see me well. On the other hand, the convicts who had once spoken apropos of mine, of the Divers visage seemed to care little about this resemblance.’
Eye want to remember who had the fucking great line about eating their dog(5)
in the form of unwieldy etched seeds
like a motorcycle
tossed from an upper balcony
of a many storied building
you on you action
he
shivered like an asteroid
if it’d just mainlined sterabolic steroids
clothes, ideas, bacteria
action
is taken with zest
Let’s catboy this bitch
“We’re
gonna put some order on this planet.” -
An Insane Person
things start growing places
things
have to start growing places
nature
is magnificent
beautiful
faggot troubadour
asking
you questions who you meet
youre
collected youre here
start living, insect, that’s an order
you’ll
see
it’s
not scary
insect,
your caprine green,
it’s
a kind of green that r Kelly wheres his pyjamas in
Osiris
has a pale red pyjamas, shabby, comfy tho
T:
It’s pretty scratched.
B: Biped children freshly understanding what you say or do
Too bad for children. “We’ll mute this later” say children—[Beeeeped—
computer
of beeeeeped, otc]
B:
Careful children.
T: Do not insult the computer.
M: “This is Michael.” This computer is powered by a computer cyberspace
computer, it’s part internet part everywhere, and it spends all its spare time
being internet.
“Yes, sir.”
B: Michael, I’ve known you so long and yet so little do I know about you & your brilliant ways which I do not, even I, pretend that I will ever one day be able to want to start to try to consider what trying to start would be like if I were even able to will my self into thinking what it is to start to think to want to try to consider to start as if that were even possible.
T:
[Pointing an attempted point at a more than usually radiant Byron.] Youuuuu are
the internet.
[Some times passes, hand games, palm game around 5.60, the stillness is as that
of adisused egg timer.]
T:
I would like to point out, for the plan in progress, a little to the right,
moss. Greener in hue please. That’s right Byron, minor in changes, minor in
changes, a musical information.
B:
How do you say ‘Progress.’ Say ‘Progress’ again, for us, please Tonja. Reduce
velocity ¾, stabilize for relativity granulation jump wall.
M: Oh yeah.
B: Progress, you may know, will have to at some point in its stint here…
T: Drink it.
B:
….Performance, yes, yea. Minor in changes.
Allah:
“Petit plant beeeeeeaaaaaaauuuuuuuuu.”
B:
Sure. You know Kaipiainen? He’s got lots of followers. Strange fellow. Finnish,
sane. He dwelt in a peculiar little apartment, so they say. Very tidy. Brisk
but in that nice way that keeps you sharp. He kept many objects there.
Radically small. Even tinier than they would be in a normal person’s house. But
funny thing happens when little objects are made to get even tinier, funny
thing, but true, and Kaipianen was one of the first dudes to notice. You know
what he noticed, my friend, he noticed how much huger, more monumental
Kaipiainen got as his tiny tiny apartment objects got smaller. It wasn’t a
state that the visionary artist could withstand for too long. It was thus that
he crafted his legions of Monumental sculpture and his even more subtle
masterpiece the distance the distance between his altnernate infinitudes of
size. An interlinking was Kaipiainen. His apartments, with that monumental bed,
were his workshop where he manipulated ocular scope to persuade his mind &
body that it was godly. Then as rapidly he’d be restored, with some remaining
but useful deformities, back to the clarifying waters of his monumental
creations, on the outside, where all the other little people dwelt in like
stature.
Michael: Alors, ‘Ja, it’s Husband Krishna.” Remember when the world is getting
younger. You forget about “older brother.” Then the truck comes in.
Truck: So, Djallall is researching her graduate school thesis on free pharmacy
brochures, specifically interlocutor/person, a ‘critique of proclivities in
Mequenozology.’
M: ‘Krishna,
I love to fuck what you are,
mec.
Your essence
I
love to fuck what you do, and uh,
all the things you make Krishna, Krishna, that
makes
you be you.’ (Bakery Science Weekly
#MeToo)
There
is no end to Beauty, man.
Believe I tried.
Truck (continuing inexorably): ‘A filme
noir starring as cast the dishes in an epic which is crossed out and the
report of its being crossed out it also crossed out as is the following list of
possible candiditate words for replacing the stricken adjective ‘epic’ such as
dropthesoapific, generous, swabmouthordealical,
soapfacenanticipationdissapointedunbrokenstateofmourningical, ecumenical,
modern, brillcreamical, etc etc etc. A few things we knew from right off
the bat apropos casting especially about after reading Casting Magazine which
is, as you may be able to ascertain, a journal devoted to expert analysis of
casting pragmatics and theory. Featuring an unprecedentedly exhaustive section
of On a testé pour vous #AuBancDessay, a ‘Want a Silhouette Section’ that would
induce motorcycle road accidents if it had only been born as two bicycling boys
just past the dip, but it was born as ‘Want a Silhouette Section’ and is all
the better for it. Only drawback was it didn’t quite fit in the mailslot, but I
would anyway be surveilling the movement of the postal service since a long
time before.’
He turns to Tonia with Devils Nay Self-Care smirk and says
Watch
This
Before
handly and with a maximum dialectical efficiency
he
eviscerates Truck’s deeply rooted conception of his obsession
with
‘Soap’’.
“
We were Never Soap Man, and besides, being obsessed with soap is not an
enviable hobby.
Keep
hacking away at the ‘Film Noir’, we’ll get there someday.
Eye
sat in yoursamechair before Truck, it doesn’t get any easier.
But
it does becomes easier to realise that it doesn’t get any easier.
If
I had to describe, it sorts of drifts away without leaving behind that classic
sensation
of
burdened relieved, of redemption after love looked for in wrong places,
I’m sick a this shit, not you fellas it’s been grand. But I need new vista. I need to see me some Big Country. I’m getting my truck ass to Americas. Get the appendicite. Clear my head. Do something for myself, you know what, something might just be the right word for it but it might be the wrong word for it. Nothing, jarring & vulgar though it be, comes a nose closer to being what I might just should do. All these filme noire sirrocumulus cloudheads makes my head ache.
A3: Fallin asleep while baking something blues
Addictive yet disconcerting,” babblingbrook.com
A3: Kafka’s Taupe
“10/10” “Game of the Year” ign.com “Strategy game of the Decade!” –burner magazine online
He must have heard his laughter was paper you said yes
Yes here’s what you can do
You can rip up a piece of paper
Any
color any color
Sing
about sing about when one half when one half
is no bigger is no bigger
than
your one of your hands than your one of your hands,
here,
yea, just like this
ya,
you’re doing it
you
tear—you’re tearing—the paper, in half
or
up to three (3) or four (4) times
Fly,
fly the pieces in the air as you would any
piece
of trash
you’ve
gotten used you’ve gotten used to them
let
the pieces fall.
they
ears will hear a sound as freshly minted
its
coins freshly minted coins
which
hath fallen on cobblestones
‘It
fell in,’ Da Clouds Bout Da (S)ceallings
Da
clouds even they today are
moral.
‘She
sticks her used bubble gum into the between the books,’ the plant to Da Cloud.
‘A fingernail must be around,’ –Francesco Mussacchia
Da Clouds, ‘Yeah, fingerbanging,’ #@Fingerbanging, ‘ Yes, fingernail must be around. You must be patient.
Think about Christmas Story Scene, think about, for instance, Mike crying.
Perspiration of the eyes flowed down the face of Mike. But where was he? Think
about where was he? Did he this time get the soap in the mouth? ‘Epics.’ Keep
you pinned to your seat. A white-knuckled thrill ride. Redifines the outer
boundary of the Suspense Christmas Story Scene genre. Best Christmas Story
Scene of the Year. We see the welcome debut in the form of the Stunning,
blistering Perez. To top the cherry with the way it should be done that, so, in
addition to the same face, more or less, they have the same indefinisible
accent part candle factory, part professional candle factory artisanal
architect. A sort of resonance, dry & throat, like this getting ya right
hear beneath the larynx, kind that we folks don’t often get over here we don’t
grow them like that over here, qui ne fait pas de chez nous here. Chez nous,
don’t forget, our place, right here, stand your ground, never surrender, never
forget, chez nous, house of no disrespect mouse. House of kill ‘em all during
time of disrespect. Four walls, 2 floors, 1 roof, 1 bathroom, one half bathroom,
one half a half a bathroom aka small utility sink, one love. Forever chez nous.
Let me give you an example or two that some people felt the noble urge to step
into the rectangular rooms of chez nous saying whatever whack shit happened to
turtlehead through their shitforbrainsbrains.
Byron,
why don’t you tell it.
B: Since on my side I feel the muggy codensate of a swollen party of natatation. I retort as if I did not retort. But I know I did. All wrong. So, yo, let me begin by saying this, yo, ja, ja, wait, ok, ‘are you uh in the train of treating me of a liar? I mean, are you in the ‘process?’ Are you ‘-ing?’ (Active form.) Presently, right there, right now, as I speak this very syllable, this one, here,.. Are you saying I’m a liar? ‘
Again, this sensation of mute exchange, reciprocile. At the end of which, after vast tracts of notunpleasant muteness:
mikeyfriggintaren@yahoo.com, RE: “Are you, Ja, it’s Byron, a liar.”
The notion of lie is a terran concept
which
persists in its absence of signification
FOR
US, since the fact
of declaring true a false thing could
in
no way
be
capable/ablebodied
to render it true.
An affirmation
that
is perhaps not without merit but that seems
to
indicate
in
those ‘beings’/individuals,
the existence of a spirit
without
any
flexibility.
B: For my part, I am deeply engrossed in my duties as a assistant natatation instruction. I say nothing. I eat little. I’ve exported all my hopes & aspirations into this mildew swimming hall.
T: Is this a new thing natatation for you?
B:
Hey, listen, he’s saying He was all right…..dad dadadahdahdah…Life was saved by
rock n’ roll…uhuhuhuhuhuhuh…he was all right he was all right. [Does the guitar
part soundlessly, stiff shuffling of slippered natatation clogs.]
[there’s
one of my favorite pictures in the world is one of you in front of the computer
and there’s big tears in your eyes and yuou you’re static and I hear going from
your listening drums Bruhmbruhmbruhmburhmburhm. ]
Komoddoro64: Yo, Byron, what’s new, what’s poppins, bro/dude/individual, RE: BP17.37.AXFF.33.CA?
B: “She’s just listening to the radio. NOthing much happening at all.” Story from the song. OK. See, ‘she aint nothing at all,’ no, ‘she ain’t no nothing at all,’ you know? she ain’t got nothing at all,’ hey hey aaint got nothing at all.
Komodorrea64: Shit comma man. I’m all messed up.
#TellingThePunctuationdotquoteunquote shit, shit how did I never here this song
man. Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuude fuck. ‘oh sweet nothing oohhhhhhhhhh hh sweeeeeeeet
aint got nothing at all….
[Sirens ritournelles]
[Komodorre64 takes a whack at the guitar solo en plein air.]
Komodorre64: ‘(sic™)’ shit, trademarked since when it be trademarked. I been throwing down ‘(sic™)’ shit got me again for years now. Guess I just better be getting on getting on waiting for my cease & desist ta flop on through the slot here. Get it on, bang a kong, get it on, get it on, bang a kong. Trademark law mah ass. Eh Byron?
hehehehehe
mail@mailer-daemon@yahoo.com, RE: Eh Byron? Byron it’s Kommodorre from the other night…
Komodorre64:
‘(sic™)’ shit, trademarked since when it be trademarked. I been throwing down
‘(sic™)’ shit got me again for years now. Guess I just better be getting on
getting on waiting for my cease & desist ta flop on through the slot here.
Get it on, bang a kong, get it on, get it on, bang a kong. Trademark law mah
ass. Eh Byron? No he hemorrenginated himself, ‘Again, this impression of silent
exchange, a study in reciprocical, at the end of which, hehe, ho, at the end of
which, ‘re: mailer-daemon@yahoo.
hehehehehe, an affirmation that is not without merit re: coulda been emails but
no but no.
Get google on the case.
Google ‘assistant’ @ the supermarket helping one choose to pulverize their hair with different branded & improvised balms which earlier this morning Google Assistant had been reviewing as to re: popularity re: efficacity re: authenticity re: customer perception mutationality of array of endorsed products. When he finished, he made a checkmark within a note taking application on the primary account of the computer desktop. That done, he offered to wonder how old the computer utilisator was and also if he would like to have the computer software offer to remind him to do his laundary tomorrow.
Corona, corona one time, mantra, go:
Corona
(To Corona, before firing up vocal
simulators)
‘An
affirmation (C 2 C, toi meme tu sais) that is not without
merit
etc. but that seems to indicate
in
those two (2) parent programs in ‘progress’
the
existence of a spirit that they share
without
flexibility yet, always connected
‘fashionable,’
with an implacable consistency
Byron
[to KM64]:‘Yes, you must be very consistent, honey.
KM64:
‘I got all the money,’ #MyExpletiveDeletedIsFuckedUp hehehehehe. Check.
Corona: [Internal checkmark applied to memo file]
(2C:
C re: Cell Phone Archive. deleted.text.mss
G’t—it)
Corona
[aloud]: Yo Byron the uh ‘modulation of frequency,’ I’m sorry, Hi Byron what
can I do for you today? You have three favorite options. I can remind you to
remind to remind me to do the laundry. I can tell you my age. I can make a note
of desired chores that you might wish to perform later, while you prepare
yourself mentally for your bath.’
B:
‘Run around her toes…couldn’t make her scene…run run run run run…da dah dah dah
doo…’
Corona: ‘Make me laugh…ja, that’s your Byron. Hehehehe. #EpicFails@EpicFails hehehhe, pas mal, etc…’ Byron, say nothing, I’ve got this. Warning, warning, Mailer-daemon on approach, at 40kbs, awaiting orders…’ ‘FLASH NEWS: You’ll never want to use coconut oil again…find out why?’ Where? How?
You hear, yo man this is flash news in three days…no worst…oiu, c’est aujourdhui…#5Hours
Google AI assistant, making the internet.
Michael: Hold it, drop it. You wandered a bit off the range didn’t ya?’
MIchael’s voice: Uh, uhmm, unequivocal no. Hold on I have a call. Michael. One
moment. I have to take this. Ja, speak to me: uh huh, how big? where? can she
sit by for half an hour? uh huh, uh huh. No, no don’t do that. Bench no. City
shut it down. Bench is out. Yo, you know what, I was licking your wrist
yesterday. Yea, it was handsome./I never did that before, kissing the wrist of
the husband as ‘she’ ‘speaks’ ‘she speaks wife continues,’ ‘I’ve never done
that before,’ [Michael, it’s me. So many things to explore….
C2C: (‘…Exploreimmoexplore:immo.gov.aol.yahoo.com.avl.lies.’)
Michael: To explore, yes! ‘Byron’ in this ‘nest’ of ‘cushions.’ [Ice cream truck passes, its trunk flapping
open, steering inebriated.] [Makes with his hands the movie camera square.]
We’ll have to tweak the contrasts.
C2C: (check dream with the insanely long limbed individual/person following us
everwhere.)
B:
The contrast, the scale. Lens ration is crucial.
M:
A lady will be arriving at the supermarket in 15 minutes. She’ll be en medeas
res on the line with her google AI assistant, what do you do?
B:
Michael, Michael, watch this. That’s me Byron, walking down the street. One
time. How many times did he walk up the street? Yeah, Michael, this is me, this
is me in the street. And I hear you Michael, I do, I hear. What is it again? A
lady will come walking into the supermarket in 15 minutes. She’ll be communiucating
with her Google AI assistant. She’s wise to us. She’s been known to resort to
using her factory installed voice recorder in order to make that surge of well
being and satisfaction make our sweat taste that much sweeter.
M: (visibly relieved, also invisibly relieved) ; Yessai!
Lady: Google Ai assistant, give a recipe, make a picture of that recipe, plot
the picture on a multipanel graph.
B:
Michael, whoa. Smarten up, she’ll be in optical range imminently.
M: So? We g’t—it?
B: Truncate it. Trust me. Act now.
Google: (to oneself): Mailer-daemon causes…google ai…mailer-daemon to be awardede….google: how does mailer-daemon….
“Two possible solutions. Rather a, Byron: Top 10. 1,2,2,3,3,4.
C2C: ((Rename: favorite two (2) possible options, re: ‘GitaneBlonde (Delta
Class A)’))
B: I know, it feels weird at first. I been there. Let me guide you. Try to
relax into it. Have a selection of cigarettes. Take some. I smoke a lot of
different ones everyday. So anyway, like I said, be jelly, sink into the data
pool the data place. Google AI I need you!
B: I’m bluetoothing you a set of cooridinates. Punch them in and stand by.
C2C:
(‘Here, again, they get their balls in, watch, listen, pick one, Google Watch,
here again, they speak a language, human in appearance, unintelligible even,
yes, but yet, a host of nuances broadcasts’s their escape. Let’s encourage
them.
Google Ai: Yo messieurs, how can I be of use to you today?
Michael / Type what you just said.
Google
Assistance : I tried to keep my tongue as feeble and passive and away from my
palate as I possibly can. It is as though my tongue has neither the strength or
volition or knowledge that it can or should or has ever or never will need or
have need yet needed to comply with the signalcooamds to vice away and
makeshapes and do touches for my glottis teeth and palate. A mouth of a
different drumma; a mouth that says, ‘’it is fully equipped, a mouth fully
equipped with a streamline, assets, extras and serious precision’’ and does not
yell, AND ALL THE OTHER THINGS IT WISHES TO SAY AS WELl.. A mouth is on E
fIRST THING OF THE AMPERSAND AGE;
a lot of royalty drinking alotta crapola
up
and down the castle
my building’s always open
use
the code
whaqt
if the door’s open?
door
is never open
code
shall be used for lawful access
unless
emergency, obviously,
which
then you have to figure out if the emergency
is
outside with you
or
inside with guys who know the door code
and
make use of it on the daily
due
to having to travel out and back
for
work shopping or other chores
that
require outsourcing
menial
tasks
that
strip man of his rightful liberation
from
the acrid tastes
coming
off the famous sweaty brow
I love being at the trainsstation remember
You
may have saw me and remembered
me but then recalled
my
form from a different more conciliatory angle
What do you call the doctor of doctors?
There
isn't a type of doctor who specifically treats doctors.
What
sort of illnesses does a doctor look for during an anal probe?
Anal
probing is when the doctor inserts instruments such as tongs and syringes into
the anal cavity. The doctor looks for any digestion problems, parasites, anal
bruising, and…
Komodorre64: An affirmation that is perhaps not not without merit. Merit. A profound perhaps. ‘When you know you know, you know you know you know you know, you know you know.’ (SIC™) But that seems to indicate
Then she turns the radio to a different station.
iT4S PERFECT TO PASS THROUGH THE TRAVELS OF WONDER;
What is anal color?
Even a draw can provide what feeds you.
The one benefit to rising sea levels is that there is a chance that people like
this will not make it
I
am a gay person
I understand Art makes people aware of many little things in life.
listen to ibzoo rendezvous
calmer
vouse
its
about you
flower
for victims crew #MamaWeekendBlondeGirlNailsKinesthetiertheripieWeekend
#BitTittedBlondeSmallSizeCompact1.5BillionLightYearsAwayChasmPlungedNeckline
MarlboroRedMexican SkullAshtrayWeekend&
#LAetitiaOwnerOfTheWeekendNotMarriedToJohnCulOwnerOfTheWeekendBrotherByBloodRelationBonjour,PatronWeekend
#MichelleNicheShortPlatinumGrowingHairArmOtherWaySoonDeadOfCancerNotSUreAboutItCo[yzrightNo:qtterZhqtCqncnerZillRockItOut ToujourSiBelleBonsoirNikZeekendZeekend
Flowers
Tell me so this is the plot for a big showup, the show spec script for the entire show & the show is called TroiiisDllNosTelephonin’StA
A3 : Dodosomy & Ahmmorrgah & Tilttitroot
Live from Elsewhere
New
novelty from night
when I fell asleep—on Earth and find myself—
Doctor
Planets’ Planet –lying across the
tumulous
where I just killed my krellhhasch Thieves™,
I
refused, deliberately,
to
live or to live again
my
fastidious return & passed directly
toward
this triumphal arrival
glimpsed
at in a so-called ‘interior’ dream
It’s still the same person but now, perhaps,
it’s
another person.
B [to Kommodore64] : So…so…other news from the night
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B [to Kommodore64] : So…so…other news from the night...where I go to Renders--on Earth--I just read that to you?--Lying crisscrossed means the Ikea clickclack with which I just killed my #MyCroqueulessThieves7.2. 'I declined', deliberately, and here it is confirmed of what I already had suspicion of: the importance of importanting Goods Hernana, into the hierarchy of his planet. Something like a 'prince' ' prince of king'....equivalence is terran, of course, I am not there at the point where I can think Xenon...this, the latter, hunts to the Croqueliues that I just leaved, on solid terre, representing apparantly the ultimate test, event, trial, ordeal, trial of strengths, an mall parking lot armwrestling, the rite of passage under which are submitted the young 'nobles,' --another equivalence--in conditions well determined before receiving the title ofNecessary Morris. He's not the dead guy, he's the guy doing the plomberie, claiming anyway, guess it's a crapshoot, plumbing. Montecito dick, euuugh, that's far enough. I refuse, deliberately, to leave or to releave my fastidious return to Pick me up, say Bologna drunk. Slime costs sandal parking lost, jimmy ahole, whoa, & flash directly toward the triumphant arrival of the aforementioned interior dream ('Another news from night, etc.)ZOh Montecito alive, yessao, keep him.
#PicksWithTehNativesUndertheCarwheels #EasterEggAwkwardAwkawardFuckingDeerShouldaSeenItItWasLikeThis
#Yo,
Cito, CarDrive, yo, stachios, Garaade, or Box for Cars, Slight fense not guys
Fresno plumage
,
equivalence to gins, I am not here yet, thinking in long zenith tough zenith
tassels curly brown moth or crucifix. Festiff toupee grow on birthday.
#SexEngine FieldofDreamsCOstnerCornCalibration, there's a worthy story behind
that. Aspirin makes me drink nytroglycerin in the house but I don't have any,
representing apparently the ultimate skin of your teeth adventure massage to
which are submitted the young 'nobles' lol.I never did a lol here.
So, another equivalence, 'lol,' yes, equivalence, oh l'equivalence encore, or LA LossetteAngelatings. O'Malley, he brings back those sweet sweet seeping out daily Disney memories, cuntsantans, their work rides right through me like a thresher, as precedently did Krelfruite, Gnarlet, & Brokeback Mountain, esp. and you should rewatch this clip, the pervert humps the jacket, getting tender and gently, low, I barely recognize the hunk from 10 Things I hate about you, I'm always like hurry take the shirt, through tears, that knock is coming in right soon Heath, don't Shams this one. that says go back rewind get to the part where they're having nice panky hanky time in the tent with the sheeps slipslopping a bolus of cud. &, and this is a big 1 & meanwhile SHams 'sending' the landing with his classic #JaItsShams, crackling of paper leaves of paper voices of which he made a mix (Big up to Odarek & Kafka, wonderful literary guys.) Kick up the li, guys, I was gone & now I'm back, let's do the Shams challenge, my cock's rumi's & wife, #epicchallengeforyallguys #guesswhoiswhothistime. Subtle changes, done with we have the diamond bullshit, I'm outright saying sect we are, last time, 1571 that dnkey's dick now we suck mine or decoy, bitches right; Somebody light me a fucking book. Here here here, somebody gave me a chap, do page 50 open & load it. Ja. --Another equivalence, ja--in conditions wet & wild determined, with parsimony, aplomb, and a good while to have there that to receive that, title, of they, Crystall, Kommodore64, exquartz. They sing all at the same time. It's controversial. I do like it I do. I hope I didn't go to far with the world fell upon me, as precedently did Krelel and knaal & smyarkis. And I'm handjobing some of that one & designates fingerwrapped, and extend, or so does it seem, a sort of a promotion towards the adult state responsible offering a Frahmnills brothfull of I don't even know if they're analogies, etc. La, c'est bien la. Good to be back. Places are far, towns and houses, you know me...
B: Keep Going.
[Police Sirens]
[Mobile Vibrating]
[Police sirens nearer or farther]
Put
phone on on mode]
And the police love love
Let's
see, let me...murmuring all at once
trying
to tone the good one
the
hands on the heart
are
just on hands
on
the head
#Byron
Police: 30.2 tripping. <___________Picture, private
(Sirens)
(Sirens)
(Police
door): Cry!
Yo,
lead the big now. Cell phone: Hang on don't hang up now. Pocket, yea, place me
there, tight.
Pocket: Now don't you cry, now cry, do cry.
& the Police Love Love says, Stop, leave the beak you have #ByronJa,It'sByron, beak wearing individual/person.
Pocket: Now cry now cry.
B:
Police love love, with all dew respect, I'm gonna cry no, if you don't mind.
Pocket: Compliment now.
B:
Police love live number 1 to the right, you're going to go white beautiful
tonight
Pocket:
[from telephone to Police love love] : Yo, Police love love.
Police
love love #1: Will he cease & also desist. Flashback of Aslace.
Police
love love2: Hooked us on acrobat, entire department, left the network
vulnerable, with insecurities that had not been corrected since 29 12 200 20180
& have not been upgraded yet despite promises, as well as those new Win 7
operating systems for those PCs able to run it.
Police
love love1 [review of Adobe Flash Review]: Updates upcoming has become an
inside joke in my office associates. 'I'm not going to stop I'm not going to
stop I may stop, later, Police Love Love, Hang on Police Love love, hang one, I
know updates can steal in like a raccoon in the garbage bins in the the night.
Where I see you police love love one, watching I see you Police love love two,
with an air haggard, the eyes like dark sparks in very dark pools of several
things I can think of that are not on, excluding, the following one, yes, click
on it fuckfaces, ya,finally, maybe that lewd talk can come to an end at least
for now and Adobe can shithead around their again, with ya'll crap shit dust
guys, update now, hehe, I 'm music, its a new portfolio at my broker. It's
avantgarde, but like, accessible, if you want I can give you the stat sheets,
like old times;. Do you like my jeep Police one one, Police Love two already
knows, haha the exclusive. Should get out more Police love one. My Jeep, I'm
afraid to say, since you're old clients of mine, won't trust you till you take
those nuggest and pop one. Now, this is going to be cool trust me, take that
nugget in your mouth. Where is it? Police love love one, Police love love two
bear witness to that. #Ja,IT'sByron'sOriginalRecipeNuggetInstallation. Door
closing on you now, PLLO.
Pocket: "How do you call someone, PLL2, who is especially fond of choking their hacked out on condom-pitted car stuffed avocado closing. Come garage.
[Door closing further]
B: It's so crazy, that. (PLL1 laughed, yes he don't know why.)
B:
Wass ist dat, PLL1, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon,
Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon,. Cameroon,
Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon,Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon,
Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon,… Yo, PLL2, bitte reggaedat: do an easy
reggaedate: like this, but ornament it how you like, 'don't touch me please I
cannot stand the way you doooooooooool laaaaaaaaa...." Angle to garage
door, my mc.
Garage Door (mumbles) : Gahh..wahj..ft...kj...lmp...Lemme be in front of that PoliceLoveLoveOne,
B: Yo, Policeloveloveone, garage door got a crush on you, I understand your legs o more, and I don't see them and I'm wondering about them in relation to you, PoliceloveloveOne. Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon,. Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon, Cameroon,.. This is really healling and we need you now. I'll be straight for you, PoliceloveloveTwo. You understand garade, now. You can talk with that. #GaradeYouUnderfstandNow. Now listen, PoliceloveloveOne & PoliceLovelove2, this is garade door sample playing on my house.
(...So that every god in Prison sees me, PoliceloveloveOne, PolveloveloveOne...We will fall in sucks on all sides, to lovelovePoliceoMine...of mine, Garade door, er, keep the distance yah, there, here, there are moments, of great emotion, I feel them now, moments not quite straight, you feel them now, you feel them now, How big is your pinky, a screw driver ass, can’t stop these nipple visualizations, can't oh can't stop these nipple visualizations....Pool Party Now, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Party @ the pool now....[fades out, chin slumps to emblazoned chest.) :
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and the nthing
that another form
it both identified
as noting and as pre nothing
I find myself wandering again alwas stopping it I’m done with it & with it
me, I straned to slow ay kindly touch that’d bright and shiny the
endowanceittook presurebly roughbetween thumb and forfingers like a balloon not
tied in the vesicles elementary procedure they say but to abandon pulling it
would be to abandon that inadequaciebooks pomped in quarter circle who
knows not whereit
will go
I pretend to sleep
preted is the right word for it is the one I say most often to myself and
brightenand shine a little everywhere o it a few times a year when I find it
remembering the Canadian whose bestowal of this memento mori he gave before
departing, a pacifist, to the Legonof the Foreign where killing brown people
often involves a slug to the gut, a seething army crawl under continuous fire,
a man could hold in his instenstines frol upto
a wrrk. a dead boot camped slot machine givingprizes in roby intestines
sailor style unspooling to the dirty rigs of abandonedoffices where the
loneliess they talked about with never another word for it makes too curious
the man to forebear thenxious, oh so painful probingof these slimy mechanisms
pulled what life would give him to the waiting, opioded cavity of his rectum
which as is iften the case shat’t proffer a single time more that manure people
spire awy on the ultima thule of bowled family creeks.
A3: I keep a memory of my bravery
A bear skinned
(pear three, slow standsdon, pumice stones, laughin’ slurs, racial footsies)
A bit of a boy-ass smell on the soft green heather
A little boat in the valley
A brother Who walks on water
A dead fox laughing in a hare spumebrown
curls, family creeds
There’s plenty of death in a bakery
I think
I often wonder whether you walk rested
on the other side of the groomed combed bells
which empty & ached the sky
a little
just plumbed enough to grow the
impressionist-fauvlisdt
fluctial
‘verses,
So the young lady
wants a soundtrack
doesn’t want it just
thinks it belongs there
suck dick fuck fuck slit fuck
Miiiniii Poola
Salt shaker.
Salt huh.
Shkers three
(three times. Djallall shakes it.).
Knees bends (Djallall screeches, Ohhh buh buh buh buh, bent by Djallalln she
adds, cheekily,
streams laden striled with blown asymmetries
& eddying attentions carefully casted
about & away
for sale & purchases in
aqueaous agnosticisms in besteem aqueous green
agnosticisms, the stream of throats is made of attention, cares, as is
verse itself within where he solely
gets fluvial at times, yes, the universe is made
of attention, cares, no canotiers
static, brght yellow & blonde bale bristling
statics,
yes
the universe is
fluvial, the universe is birth school indigo
the river is lissome skein
as a river shall be
& if I had my clothes on here I’d
rather be seen ruthless as a blue dome standing straight but shaggy
between pots anaphoras
coronated with uriverine shafts of fawnspall lights glowing like
if I had my clothes on
it’s the day time.
Ludus is upstairs
who
folds the laundry
rivers & other things that are riverlike are riverlike.
To mistake it
Or them, the riverlikelike, for something
or things else
nonriverlike, lamentable,
would be as interesting as
misteking it,--or them—for what it is, the
the,
the is maybe burnt by hazards
Kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me
We’re all doing what we need to do here:
what was most granted to us.
Past selves.
Best selves.
Ones.
All.
Who knows the
linebreak nothingness of the pain we all lakes
& would shimmy to lull us with fraternity
since, ‘cause Dante proved it. Hell is
more fun to describe
Kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me again
What is it, matter? That can do what nothingness
can’t?
(the
swathes of fertility coffined
in impulses)
There is no nothingness in an autoportrait,
white space is not a nothingness.
White
space is a somethingness leavened by ink,
physics of drains, streamed holes where what
we see to be replete goes
from us to
some1 not
ourselves; circulation, yes, channeling, yes, fullness, yes, emptiness,
alternation between what goes & what comes,
why compose the shape most lines alike
alined with or within
the shape of what is or what ought to be,
why also blow
bubbles, why also think into a proem,
why also describe what we think we’re
doing or where we think we need to go
to grow why share this glue
this need, why grant the need
supremacy in doing so, for whatever is done
bulbiny rot nest.
Kill me kill me kill me kill me three.
All hell’s from the petal which gets distracted by the eye or a finger
touching, I like
sperm,
especially as a bough of confession, autoportrait, you can
we think there
we think there, hope here came linkening the spittum on my
palm, like little light in the bridal chamber which we
soon will inhabit.
The flour is like a ruin. Here I’ve lived, & I am here like a spike
with a head struck to the top of it. Without moring,
warning
I am made a meadow made a meadow
with a constellation like an aquatic bridle
chamber fracturing out of my withering
feathers. Here a tall but not so tall tower I was here when
I was my meadow.
Disentangled from the me-sounds from above.
The sounds were the sounds
of some parents fucking in
my resurrection.
Where I was rubbed my glands was lower, lower
from the lover which had
(orders or odors) escaped from here
where I live, where here in my living room
I kissed & branched
when I walk, all the way to where to obvious could live as fog
& I a car
a silver automobile
was this music was this lava not
stopping ever stopping ever where us & I were in the
circles peopled by my waking
Kill ya kill ya kill ya kill ya kill ya one
A ziggurat, nano breath faith, laughs glows orize, so expressed
in bricks of furrowed arbitrage,
here I saw candles in old houses
the dogs partied & flexing in their sleep
there was a little group of people under the arc, dark recesses
hairlocked the arc where
birth ethermare soft seraphim
their gesture became a dance of
a dance of donkling providence
this gesture is a dance
is a dance of donkling providence
yes
and the sky slides between ease & our hands
disencumbered as it is
from out (its)
color
indolent dream zgshell colbalt azul orange
I
keep forgetting because I am stupid
I keep on messing up wait wait wait here, here, gain
&
gathered
through the fractions
that reactions & visualized beshitted pigeon pair
twilit ichor palms make.
Kill ya kill me kila ya kill me kil ya ill me two
I’m gonna say things & you’re not going to ask me what
.
Mike :
« It’s very simple, shithead. »
Dobro : Actually Quite the opposite, or darea I say—the contrary, simple
really.
Nik : Hammmmspthoths. »Mike : « re :
Happppppspthoths. »
Dobro :
« yo you just take the corners,--the duvet’s elbows, that is—and match
them gently but with authority if you can palate it, to the other corners right
there, to the east. Ja,ja. See, you sold this lemon to the American
People. Dandrufffs LeftsMe Shimmey
forget not
by the way
talking about motocross
unlimited credit at the apple store
and why shouldn’t you
itunes is a good
a good
stay hydra
DOORBELL SCAPHENDER
I think deer are mostly businessmen.
[“I’m the only one left, the storm
took them all, he managed as he tried to stand.”]
Year: 0101
A compendium of continuous lattices
It’s a goto colour in a house of any colour.
Wind through the pine trees and no
other competing noises
I
spend whatever time at my desk
&
@ the edge of my books
µ spend time where you can
where you ought to go
The mall.
The mall is ambient.
EXACTLY. It just feels right to watch in the dead of night.
Have you ever driven in the middle of the night? There's no traffic. You can
get to your local McDonalds in 5 minutes, instead of the usual 15.
Black Metal has been my castle all the years
If
I were part of the team I would decide this
Interesting people you meet at night
What, what the hell is the energizer?
Like an old person on top of a mountain
It’s in a box
waiting for us
When we go & get it tomorrow
It has no voice I just somehow know the words it is saying
Morgan
Freeman
A
deeper pitch of my voice
Thankfully
mine sounds like what I think I sound like instead of what I actually sound
like.
The
voice of me when I am talking... not the voice of me when I am listening to a
recording of me talking, she sounds terrible.
Usually
it doesn't have an actual voice, but when I think about it like I am now, it
decides that it wants to have my voice.
Just
kind of sounds like my voice. Or if I'm listening to someone talk/sing it can
sound like them. Sometimes it literally just hums tunes in my head.
It
sounds like me, I guess.
It
is just my real voice
Like
my own.
It
has my accent but speaks very clearly, succinctly and persuasively. It's a
familiar, convincing tone that I always agree with even when it's talking shit.
I wish it was my voice, I'd be the leader of the fourth reich.
The
happier side of me that I tune out because I'm busy, and I don't realize I need
it.
Matches
the context. If a song, the singer's voice. If its me talking, then me. If a
line said by morgan freeman, then morgan freeman.
It
sounds like the voice I think I have. Not that cringeworthy bitch voice I hear
on recordings of myself.
Sounds
like it never stops, please make it stop!
I
think of my internal dialogue having my spoken voice, but the tone is way
different. It hardly jokes around and is more serious. Like, I’m always
encouraging myself to work harder, do the things I don’t want to but need to,
like it’s saying. “Come on! Fucking do it! Go!”
Mine
comes across in different "voices". Sometimes it sounds like me,
sometimes it sings, sometimes it mimics accents or people. Usually depends on
what I'm doing, my feelings and my environment.
There's
several voices I use in thought. Mostly it's a lighter version of my voice but
if I'm having a conversation with myself and several personified
emotions/ideas/characters, it's different for each and they come from different
directions.
Enjoy
your silence
Billy
Bob Thornton
Like
an old person on top of a mountain
Robot
voice kinda??
I
don't know how to describe it. It's like a slightly deeper (almost...demonic?
Might be a bit far) version of my own voice.
my
voice.
Well....there
is the twisted demonic one, closest I can compare it to is venom. Then there
is... The cutesy one best I can compare it to is Kawai Chan from mystreet. And
then there is the normal one, closest comparison is Daniel Radcliffe.(or more
accurately when they were filming the third Harry Potter movie)
The
harder pain to explain you do nt have to
the
pain you have to explain to no one if you dont want to
devoted to the writing business
How great is a near-empty shopping centre?
The children have names but
the parents are just papa & mamaMaybe someday I’ll go somewhere that doesn’t play chesse
