however do you throw anything away where are you throwing it to not far away enough living underneath nuclear fallout very recently accepted the coming of godzilla into this world of global economic oblivion from where i am sitting could not be happier big letters hillside
not perched upon the peak but walking the range of the mountain and wandering the many plateaus wanting not to clog up the capillaries to walk the naturally geographical flow to remind this simmering ego just where it came from and of what it is a part
talk of the over production the desire to be sitting outside of the garage overflowing with produce this fertile land these busy little hands get organised i am organ tool retool bite off more than one can chew recognise what needs doing the rest will take care of itself foxes eat mice the neighbours eat themselves
burning out the eyes on time wasting devices shuffle the addictions around the nervous curiosity with the necessary conditions of life end this survival and get on with the living while these human attributes are still on top of the going hierarchy
ferment peers lovely to listen to them bubbling up through the bottle neck i harvest the emotion ripe in the whirlwind of conversation taking notes without pen and paper look honey your cat is not transgender if it is born with both male and female genitalia than the term you are looking for is hermaphrodite use only if required
interest in fermentation grows the mushroom period presses down upon the middle aged those who have outlived the usefulness of their body either they subsist upon their mind or illusion in this modern day institutions are still social enough just to keep most of them alive another thirty years a menial task behind a machine so long as there is a hum in the lines then work is available until one begins to rot
soda bread days tea and madeleines meet and greet on the street busy and public no territorial disputes a thoroughfare weed out the crude incompatibles before introduction into the heartland onto the ranch into a home where all the peculiarities come out in shining full colour
watching the progeny do it better is more than satisfying a compliment to ladder building step up on my shoulders and see if you cannot climb up out of this pit of death away from the stench perhaps not perhaps the next but never give up keep reaching toward the light something different what we think is a way out well let us go and see if it is what we think it is or not
wishing myself on some australian mountain range the coarseness flows through me veins cannot stop for the neighbours on a lower plain ill prepared for the flooding rain just desserts for not taking the pain in preparation regeneration amelioration of land
ceremonial not respite shifting between the goats munching on the red coffee bean and the monks fermenting in the monastry fifteen munging years crossing before my eyes and going back around the hall to cross through the room again enjoy not having to look at a screen go to the park
nasty angles really slowing for the pump action the fleshy mechanical take the part you like only the part you like replicate into death into unrecognisable food wine cake aplenty the decadence begins in a mess
attempts are made and then forgotten outrageous grand gestures that sink into the memory double exposures show the predictability of the dance the same frame even the faces blur into singularity the props and the positions are mirrored from hemisphere to hemisphere old blown melodies how's the family how is the whole in the head how was your pandemic
first wines locked under bubbles glasses clinking clammy thighs lack of basic structure up here hitting our heads up against clouds
make it watery careful the grade of oil makes a difference to the cooking temperature the greater the nativity the lower the temperature something like avocado no heat whatsoever hard and fast seldom but when yes then deliberate
remember that time a part of the mountain slid over the road and came to rest blocking our way up and down the side in and out of town so we had a nice little retreat of a holiday moving mud with our hands a shovel for the neighbours wanted out but we had enough jack and passion fruit to survive until the weather improved and we could compact the earth underneath our feet better prepared than last time when we died
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absolutely wasting away in the advantage the geographical advantage to have civil military agricultural social political control over the water from source right into the ocean and everything inbetween to be able to clean and keep clean to slow down and platnn alongside to divert and reintegrate to use reuse and cycle round and round the efficiencies and productivity life sustaining productivity that could be fed from a single valley instead we build levees and bitch about the town like it should never have been built on fertile land
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illness comes and goes gives the gift of clarity in the priorities not so much of the time to be wasting meaning is not somewhere between us to be divined it is in the words the language itself there isno pay attention to my meaning and not to what i am saying getting caught up in the detail is the coming to understand precision comes with practice some days you make more sense then others
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no banana bread in this kitchen where the banana is a rare good to be enjoyed a la natural the journey has been long and the handling unfavourable i would make copies but it is not as easy as pulling up the typewriter a ream of paper and the complete works of
stop the chewing the biting up into little pieces and eating get the comb out let it fall to the floor collect it up and move on with the other addictions the nail biting is behind us let us leave all oral fixations behind and be finally rid of the pacifier
we cannot get everything all at once never get everything ever at all so believe me when i tell you that i hear you loud and clear i too have woken to the positive effects of changing it up recognition of the dosage and duration at which point the medicine becomes poison if you see it say it what can you see that i am missing over what rock did you trip
when the weather turns unfriendly out there we travel inside here always so many places to go always so many things to do it does not matter where one begins what matters is that one starts and keeps going does not stop the momentum builds and a rhythm grows there are tides within travel
scary scary loop holes canal paths closed bridges amanita chats if we do not take care of all the inputs and outputs of our town then why should we surprised when we lose it we are living longer than ever and have become so short sighted no more bending of the sapling into the shape of the arched joist