one quick pitch against a
blowing sun; a text not available is two
prongs past dilemma point; look
reasoning out of an eye, or
in the middle of dearth
we’re in lift; a wage playa foam burns down as that way; you got a show
to get ready, for, stand
in the shadow of “of”
the barrier clefts the
day like a shadow page, fine foam goes missing in the there time
continuum noninternational
is: a shotgun blows away the dynamics
markings, four handed release time situation over close reading that’s far over
closed reading that’s fear
a load of time to maybe
seething against a page, white pouring grows heavily a time fames merchant
reality, like there the landscape is
moving a melting time hubbub incautious with a dilapidated there look out! where the data get hidden, in the alpine valleys, the closed eyes,
the staring and the
half-thinking; driving over interstates
at the speed of verbs with blurs of nouns ..
this then in the woods
flaming; the ski lifts drop the
words; the lift shuffles the words into
new multiples; the ski trails drip down
mountain side like flames of iffy blood
larger units as aluminum
bars close in; a slush fund is a mire toward shabby, it keeps dripping over
illusion; a confluence of the
weather-beaten and the waffling and then the one going quietly insane in the
next cubicle, is a quick wink from a sea that’s melting; they say you got to hear
and obey the
pecking-order, kiddo if you did somthin’ meaningful to the substance of being
here, it’s innermost of the pinnermost as a Lennon or a Lenin almost didn’t
say; it’s a matter of pilfering the impromptu and the word-game silence moment
if you did somthin’ meaningful to the
substrate of being
here, the shortcomings are a
shadow-lashing where ya try out the words inside the point inside the howling
tantrum, or. you flunk that time with a strangled by string theory, tune that
waiting like a pi-stringed guitar flow rapid time systems over the sleek
nosedive
re-set grade point
average glints fashionable and insincere like making it possible to breathe in
the thickening wage idiocy template agreements,
all fury or a jokey smirk droop neural net
as if then recovery in
motel dawn, a magnetic mirror in a line-storm stranglehold: falling, or
something; fabricated by
a close almost splat; time management in between the scribbled characters? you’ve got a lot of losing to find in a
fanlight relation amplification, the
stupid can’t find hanging words where the words go plummeting keep up the
standard zero rate of plummet
thinking as you play is a
soviet confluence a bunch of stones weighs down the words like peering
playfulness is plural; recently the compilation is lost in the hiding, you have
to see that butchery is pocket rage exponentiation new-fangled & unseemly
is the monetize time-tangle
synthesis: it glitches right here where you saw the
tumult apart that then a flip across the one time, the ice a phantoming across then the slide
heads right past him, he looks back down
the road a margin for, not clear just in error then, as a silent faked band conjured out of here plays,
wispy with sidespin, they think they’re um real, or actual, or falling
synthesis: it glitches right here where you saw the
tumult apart that then a flip across the one time, the ice a phantoming across then the slide
heads right past him, he looks back down
the road a margin for, not clear just in error then, as a silent faked band conjured out of here plays,
wispy with sidespin, they
think they’re um real, or actual, or falling
characters? you’ve got a lot of losing to find in a
fanlight relation amplification, the
stupid can’t find hanging words where the words go plummeting keep up the
standard zero rate of plummet
thinking as you play is a
soviet confluence a bunch of stones weighs down the words like peering
playfulness is plural; recently the compilation is lost in the hiding, you have
to see that butchery is pocket rage exponentiation new-fangled & unseemly
is the monetize time-tangle
re-set grade point
average glints fashionable and insincere like making it possible to breathe in
the thickening wage idiocy template agreements,
all fury or a jokey smirk droop neural net
as if then recovery in
motel dawn, a magnetic mirror in a line-storm stranglehold: falling, or
something; fabricated by
a close almost lustrous; time management in between the scribbled
pilfering the impromptu
and the word-game silence moment if you did somthin’ meaningful to the
substrate of being here, the
shortcomings are a shadow-lashing where ya try out the words
inside the point inside
the howling tantrum, or. you flunk that time with a strangled by string theory,
tune that waiting like a pi-stringed guitar flow rapid time systems over the
sleek nosedive
the staring and the
half-thinking; driving over interstates
at the speed of verbs with blurs of
