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Friday, August 30, 2019
irreproducible
what we had what we did how we did it
wearing hats
trading places
alliterative S
dancing on the spot
hackney wick bicycle ride
tippity tappity
spread thin over
talking shit
discover faces places and
positions
guilty
playing tensions holding gazes
squeezing hands
listening hearing
staying silent
washing windows
hot bath
soapy shower
i cannot wash you off.
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wearing hats
trading places
alliterative S
dancing on the spot
hackney wick bicycle ride
tippity tappity
spread thin over
talking shit
discover faces places and
positions
guilty
playing tensions holding gazes
squeezing hands
listening hearing
staying silent
washing windows
hot bath
soapy shower
i cannot wash you off.
Thursday, August 29, 2019
der Staat ist einer Verbrecher
well i am simply sorry to no longer be available to exist between the flags and boundary markers that have come from any other. this ends in prison. from one prison to another. your freedom is an open air prison, you just cannot see the razor wire. maman they wont leave me in peace!
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Wednesday, August 28, 2019
crazy for you
i know a few of those that might as well have retired to the suburbs unmatured, but stagnated instead in a city alcove like a ditch under a railway bridge which never dries out. they never knew what to do with those big days that demanded dropping everything and taking a stroll through a park whilst licking ice cream. those few make the lists of abstract necessities; the one hundred and one things to do before i can enjoy the fragrance of existence. come here and let me lick your ice cream and i will give you a taste of mine. there is no such thing as time to waste. we are the waste and wasted of the space-time mesh. a superfluous overflow. the multiverse doth run over.
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Tuesday, August 27, 2019
pin down your own participles
i pick up the trail of heath flesh fest and i hold onto your hand just a
little tighter. the animal on display, do you like what you see here,
another notion of health running up and down the heath, swimming in the
lake, a dog becoming on the hillside. shiny happy people. and here we
are. i want to be you. no, stand up, it is getting too fresh up here
without a light jacket or scarf. next time we could go for a jog or a
couple of laps in the lake. no babes, no. just a walk and coffee then.
yes babes.
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Monday, August 26, 2019
the usual refrain
we hammer against the landscape until something comes rushing up to the surface and whatever survives hammers in a different rhythm.
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Friday, August 23, 2019
what is escape?
the summer is here and all go elsewhere. in search of summer. i am still searching myself and finding you. so many eyes speaking over the top of one another i cannot hear the words. is it always the loudest voice that gets what it wants? not in this morning's drowning dream. choice is a soft illusion. it does not need much because we want it so bad. give me the choice, but do not make me decide. i eat cake as i bake.
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Thursday, August 22, 2019
I took you to the other side of the world but you took me further
All the moments are still with me. I don't know if I remember to forget or cannot forget to remember. Within ten minutes everything could change. Within five. Within one. Within a word. Will you still have me Queen's Crescent with your bread and your head and your Polly and window ledge garden? Too soon? Too late? It's never time enough for those we love. Perfect sound forever love songs on the radio of course if you really want something you should take it. I don't want to talk in broad speculative terms. I want to talk with you.
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Wednesday, August 21, 2019
within the fold
escaped velocity was not attained and i fall into the summer festivities
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Tuesday, August 20, 2019
splintering
insitutions come out of new thought, but no new thought out of instituions. regardless, we continue to prop them up to devise another distraction; a tropical bird of song in a wintery bog hole.
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Monday, August 19, 2019
hank williams
the fluorescent flickering of the twenty-four hour supermarket is an unwanted necessity for the creative equilibrium in the city of opening hours. the spaces to mill around and mull over other possible ways of divvying up the existential caper have been under constant existential threat under many a guise: public order, efficiency, safety, security, cleanliness, health and happiness. i avoid off the shelf solutions with alacrity. solutions, like ideas, are geographic.
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Friday, August 16, 2019
you will perhaps guess what happened this afternoon
i may well have dug myself into a whole from which i need assistance from another other in the extraction. i can hear the belly of the whale rumble. mine is still.
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Thursday, August 15, 2019
make it happen
I keep notching up the intensity of seriousness. An idea cuts the flesh a little deeper. How close is the manifestation to the idea and what is the measure? I don't buy solutions and conserves, I sell them.
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Wednesday, August 14, 2019
from one extreme to the other is how i get a sense of balance
summer in london is one hell of a vienna, but i spent the longest day in avery stones and the shortest night sleepless. upon my return i popped into the king's closet amongst the lay filling their fragmented ego constructions with a sense of nationalism in the form of a cup. drink thy faith neighbour.
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Tuesday, August 13, 2019
levinas
from whence this morose antisocial sensibility? the splinters of the self, the imperceptible fissures, make anything like constructing an ethical relation a thankless task. either it is necessary or not at all.
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Monday, August 12, 2019
rocket fuel
if you are going to go for something then go straight at it with the singularly pointed concentration of a nourished motive centre. take the machine onto the roof finally, fatefully, and launch into the sky.
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Friday, August 09, 2019
dear anna, when is reality both fantastical and believable?
It is a gift to be in love, to explore creativity and to have the patience with distance enough to win the retrospective clarity upon the mad moment of decision.
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Thursday, August 08, 2019
moodal perversion
immersions in other spaces on the spectrum of being. to each their own god a priori following on from first principles still sketching themselves out in the margins. sit in tender regarding toy machinations producing in time. a hand made thing.
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Wednesday, August 07, 2019
a go is all i've got to give
I want to know everything that is going on. For goodness sake unfurl before my feet universe, unfurl god-damn-it, you cunt rash of a thing-in-itself. Be my pure cinema of existence for me and me alone.
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Tuesday, August 06, 2019
words out for a walk
Quick call the deconstructionists so that we can annihilate anything that may come to grow in fertile minds.
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Monday, August 05, 2019
who is craig anyway?
Hamish has a retro aesthetic, so we try him with the olivetti, but perhaps the olympia traveller delux may have been more suitable.
I am not going to be made more suitable sir! I don't believe in any of your ridiculous mumbo jumbo. They are all just words to me.
Geezers have no need for poetry aye.
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I am not going to be made more suitable sir! I don't believe in any of your ridiculous mumbo jumbo. They are all just words to me.
Geezers have no need for poetry aye.
Thursday, August 01, 2019
ambiguous amphibious
there is going to be something to learn out of all this just wait with me wow how it is that the words begin taking weight when after swimming the legs make it back onto land
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londonation
the excitation spread from the corner couch to the door down the stairs into the kitchen and trickles out into the street collecting itself in front of the late shop. runs back down to the library and across the play patch building up momentum there is parliament hill to climb and shoot out from like a rocket all over this city skyline. only to find itself crawling out of the dirty old river and into a cave of pinot and stilton.
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