The Cosmological meaning of hands with fingers pressed,
closed into fists like got something to say
or it’s coming, the message, wait.
When child is born hands are like that, the one to punch, one to scream, to be slapped on soles, fine kicki. Grey birds on a roof, I smacked my hands in the air and they flew away, got scared.
Flying buttresses celestory windows, i refuse to feel guilty of this rage of this scare.
Moon is high, moony, lake of the moon darker spot – take a look,
edge of the hyperaestehetic resonance, during the day
my work
quick and fast
ever widening maw
Food of France, a blend at hotel FountaineBleau in Miami at sunrise. Arrange her, her open yawn, a complaint I could see down her throat, reddish and hear a voice. How to arrange something something locked away, something grown to squeek in the uncomfort and disability of contemporary womanhood. Horrified, please stop. Sunglasses. Original attractive unpower without a change, so loud homogeneity, carefully crafted, commitment to the kind of planning, please send us your very best words, washing quantities humming alone
factory Mercedes Starbus, express A HUMAN WOE
transmogryfying the night, transmo,
gry,
what was the word
can’t wait to get home, to hear sylph, SYLPH!
lok
Lolita, to gaze,
to listen
the very presentation of a day, a drawing of a day of hers, adorable with crayons on whatever paper with tea on it., thinking about why there is a feeling of pathetia and sorrow in it, feeling of senescense, feeling of it not being allowed, a togetherness, all, eternal my skin, eternal my faith, my effort to stay here
saying, moving your lips in the night, in the inner,
by psalm, my psalm read tirelessly believing in my mind, by the passing light of a train and the sound. Pass the word to, how I felt the words. Pass.
glut
of occurances happen. plethora of cuisine, cleansing by publicity, we as a collective, collectives, groups, dynamics between them, us, what is there in between
clash inveterate monolith
of the press, oftener than with short descriptions of what had happened,
the mediym of book, the medium
and didn’t say anyrrrh,
pass the word,
tell.
a week-old ventriloquist, week-old presentation, pseudocommunal image, or cross section or slanting and does his
dummt take off, dumm, take off
dateline flodline – they hi friend! floating on a fallen tree in a river, fast, in a rapid stream, joyosly, with incredible joy, approximation inundating hippos, animals. Unfinished business with civil rights strategy for America’s instant humans and Volstead Prohibition Act. Procedures of brainwashing quantities of information, enjoyed reading MAD when the lady typist arrived on the business cuspidor was doomed. ”SENSasian lunches combine the bed best flavourvof of China. Synesthesia of embryonic groth doomed by str sterility, celebrity warhead, missa, missile, tit resentment. Can’t wait
writings today in my phone, notes of a day what passed by eyes
in this order: by Mercedes Starbus.
Large dog appeared, like it or not, it was there
Belonging to an Organization with F in it,
the community of Root Poets, who considered themselves lucky, and painters of Crimea Conspicuous Cinsympi – How id.
Writing random and enjoying the result of 8 hah, without hesitation laughing and pulling, letting tesseract flow like not knowing what it meant
reversal of pattern, patterns like cocks, piles of pictorialization of mind, departmentalization of knowledge, betrayals of original aims purposed of the established forms etc.
Capturing states of mind, experimental medicine, speaking to natives making notes, nodding thanking the society, knowing grammar labels, mixed paid mosaics, hand written pads yielding scent, filled with writing, swarthy, cynically mentioned blame. sung by the rest if desired, if paused, if asked, if begged, if
Central acts of decition it says here
do not apply anymore,
forget those or anything central, in the middle, in some quiddity, representations of red, the color and what is it, I ask, What is this color and he laughed.
It is love and hate,
and looked at me like there was nothing more to it.
How odd. I like the word odd., this is what you wanted, isn’t it. How do you know what I want?! The inside story mentioning Cleohane, who is that I wondered? I asked, beautiful name. a friend.
Language as gestures,
ablatives, intransitive verbs, language to tell you. like it or not, not alone, to say anything you want.
Last time when they hey can
How absolute alters the syntax of society. Is there a syntax in society, a given order, somehow yes, of course
How absolute operates when we speak,
by which means, and how sentences are constructed in particular language,
order, specific, accurate, because we need to know what you are thinking, how to move forward,
to get something out of you
The absolute,
something happened to absolute last time and they cried, which isn’t that long ago, or feels it happens everyday, something total going to pieces and put back together again, maybe a bit differently or something missing. like liking the word syntax. feeling it in my mouth
Will you do me a favor and tell like how agglomeration of power authors to cultivate self-expression (McLuhan, Understanding Media), (to aggravor limitlessly) dissicia dissociation of seen, of Senn, of dis. Sensibility implosion of the electric age and the separation, part to split, but why is the broken a bad thing? bad things Can’t you see anything new in it? In the situation of devastation, something gone. What are you saying, That I should be happy? But I’m SAD.
as fiancé still in tub looking grimm to those, by those who visit the door. Looking worried. It is time. time for what
a Day off at the racesPage not found in Dutch, and other quotes by the President of Bethlehem Steels
stolen words written with mud on newly painted vehicle for five with western twang by my shaking finger. And I laughed. It felt so good, mud in my fingers and to do something fantastically ridiculous. Whip. (Cleaning my hands to my shirt, trousers, dirty work with your hands)
Luminescence: Any emission of light that cannot be attributed merely to the temperature of the emitting body.
Just to warn you, when you walk by, when you place your eyes on me. The mud, a twang, looking up to the luminescenced clouds over this. How they seem to be luminescence? How is it possible for them to be luminescence?
I had a beer since it is my day off. quote: Agreement with governor Blanchard, finally
fall on attitude, no no, heartbrat, brat, bratt who ultimately controlled governments funds at the end of the 1980s, business condigions to survive, and the management consultants doubted him. That’s fair. Chances of survival worst of all he didn’t. Sigh. quote end. Coming crucifuxing, to have faith and other blushihi t danger in dangered. My broken half, my fabulous dancers, my running winnings. And other
smallest things
There are no pictures.
walking outside the method
Processing translations draped in living room curtains
having them as a dress around me, being of some size, I’m not myself then, now or never, what is myself, because I change
swinging
looking up to the ceiling smiling like an idiot, Beautiful! beautiful gown. Like someone else’s.
women talking, producing queer practices bringing up little ones to be not queer, sane and healthy breathingly, look a bub, as long as they are extraordinary adults like no one else. Dear Headind, there is always the future, hope, something new. Oh, look a cup.
Perfection.
Trigonometrics and how to proceed. I get stuck here. To get advance, advantage, knowledge, fingerprints, smudges, sandcakes, sand under soles and it is wrecking. OFF OFF, i shout. What, are you mad!
Technically felt at edge of space
having offspring with animal hearts, monkey hearts exactly put, because of no reason,
they started flying low, acoustic mammals shouting sunlight in curtains.
Perplexity on a peer around me, how did you end up there? I availed myself of the opportunity.
I continue. Not asking if I should. Not asking.
But I open my mouth.
His w
There is bass in his voice
reifing the opposition.
Foamy chocolate heart,
hateful night,
searching for source. I have a constant feeling of guilt for I don’t know what. Quiet sadism. Dirty and cheap.
Moon as a triple reflection, I go slowly by
floating like asleep, as sleep, sleeping. Should I sink my hands into the foam and rub it on my face, taste it.
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