good is not a stuff but a way to walk through a park. sara what are you trying to say now that we are simply under four eyes? spit it out. the thought is not quite there yet, not completely a sentence or a sound to be expressed coherently. it is under generative processes and will be delivered unfinished as we hear it together in this improvisational act of self discovery called conversation.
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sparkling water, an espresso and a couple of pieces of toast with butter just starts to make me feel whole again. this animal needs the regularity of the sun to rise.
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a safe workplace is a productive workplace. i fiddled with it and i stopped when i thought it was safe. however i can see now that it is not so safe. so, back to the fiddling, before i lose another arm.
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the keys fall to the floor. keep the flowers in view. the saucepan is staring. i am just trying to to caramelize the vinegar and onion. then in with the shaved potato followed by the eggs. that is how nan used to do it. at least that is how i remember nan doing it. the taste will be the final test. i will remember the raste more than anything. recreation is the search for that first time.
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our life together is full of baby steps. i would love to make a pesto out of the wild garlic growing up on the hill, but we are just not quite there yet. we are still scavenging the eggs from the berry bushes in the backyard.
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you would swim out to me and bring me into shore or simply make love to me out in the ocean.
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you have this well trained sense of performance whereas mine is out on an edge. you have the pop sensibility whereas i am the wall of sound to be penetrated. i am still sifting through what you have left behind.
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the cat sleeps underneath the window ready to pounce on anything that may come in the same way it did. if you are a small cat never lose the element of surprise otherwise the fight is already lost. underneath the weight of the big aggressors only swift surprise strikes the foregone conclusion.
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i ring out among the forest my song joins the throng i stretch out into the world and reach the hands into the sky i feel myself already there which frightens this shaking ego into oblivion me is bigger than i but i want not to make such an admission ego prefers to live the delusion above a safety net in a comfortable cave at the foot of the valley shadowed by a great mountain surrounded by a vast ocean.
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the next time you are anywhere near please come back you are always welcome here and it is wonderful to have you with us
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we learnt something from all the connection the mixing the sharing the blending the shaking the world up a little more the displacement on the lines of lupus and desire the fuel of necessity the escape from the drone strike from the hail of bullets from each other
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i just scared the shit out of the cat too much movement too much noise no hurt no pain no damage no foul cannot afford an injury as a cat that is hunger
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i go for a walk amongst the other they carry fear around with them like the cold all in the spinal fluids protect those precious bodily fluids at all costs for the spiders are after them upon a web of command in these pandemic times
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two years in a place like london can feel like a long time for many but for me it all races by like i have not had a moment to breath to gain weight or a sense of perspective i have just been sitting on the toilet shitting myself the whole time struggling to keep my head above water i still do not know if i can swim i am not sinking so i guess i can at least float what say you penguin how is my stroke?
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the world will shake us off like so much rainwater on a dog and dry out for the next downpour.
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life is choice
consciousness is choice. life is survival.
ooh that sounds better.
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everything is an influence man the water you drink the sun that strikes your skin the house of cards numbers construed portrayed and brought to bear mind everything is an influence man
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