hobo got too high and came to me naturally he stole my baby and wanted to steal me
check the phone time is running out the cauliflower bake comes out of the over and cools on the bench top
i would not feel so all alone if everybody would just get stoned
out in the shed where all hell can be let loose again the experimentation room the laboratory the boys come back out to play at self discovery something of the masturbation without all the touching distractions letting loose the energy cast about the work desk of course i can see that this is yours the markings are clear i can smell the sweat and vomit the piss and blood stains are everywhere
destroying the relief that the sun on the back sensation gives to the absolute and simple pleasure of living through winter long cast off we cannot wrap ourselves in restraint only the force of necessity brings us back out into the cold again and even then some of us die sitting outside the supermarket and others are shot fireside
easy to be playing somebody else's game if there is food on the table back at home follow the commands of the chief executive officer and twiddle thumbs in another corner no need for a cost benefit analysis if there is food on the table back at home shuffle heavy machinery from one place to another tear it down build it back up a fresh coat of paint a few new parts only to sell it for scrap if there is food on the table back at home
flies buzzing around my head pull the shutters they fall dead upon the cill others still frozen to the pane yet small finches zig and zag through the frozen garden searching for grain
wading through the journey of the next planting season all the way into october with the garlic and onion going in for the winter months not everything is dead planing is an important step in building make a move on the wagon for the geese keep it tall i want to be able to stand up in it attach it to the pickup via tow ball dragging it up and down the hill if it will go there will be enough space out there with the boat and the tunnels simply in length alone
too many tells read the face come in and buy them out here is my slow gambit polishing junk the social castaways until their humanity shines through tell me something believable the chestnut eyes and golden locks between her legs lay the family war chest a blessing what luck a royal flush
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the typewriter is a mind altering substance the inputs are altered a focus on the output toward the page is observed to the detriment or neglect apparent the environment or surrounds simply noises are not enough to move the consciousness away from the machine the sight of blood or a physical attack will interrupt at least temporarily the affects of the machine upon the mind and you want to be putting small globally linked computers with screens microphones and speakers into the hands of children
if anything i feel overdressed in the garden all for the weather the damn cold seeps into the bones the lesson is in the breathing slow it down a deep inhale over the day and a deep exhale over the night and once i get rid of these lungs then a single simultaneous inhalation and exhalation
the book is for another there is no book for itself why do i not drive you up to your garden on the island in the baltic make use of that bridge rügen here we come a little late but better than never fulfill the agreed upon terms of upkeep and maintenance enjoy the weather and the beach remind yourself the cost of having a life this convenient
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sometimes simply one word is the key to the whole page a loose end from which we can unravel the tapestry the rosehips start fermenting on the vine the wasps burst the skin of the grapes and they sun dry into raisins increase the sugar ratio less to squeeze out but the resulting froth is sweet
i take the letters read them and reread them here onscreen type out a translation redaction response not quite the first impressions then they are put in the chronicle and then read through like a diary to which i then tap out a reply before they are sent off a photo is taken for the digital archives then they bump around with me on my travels until eventually i run into the post office
i was better but i could still get much worse nothing wrong with a body that still wants to dance get up and boogie off this mortal coil listening to the aches and pains like old friends that have decided to come around again stay a little longer this time round visit more frequently which for the moment only seems to lessen their intensity
no more of anything i dont hear these dragons underneath calling out for anything except oxygen and warmth and hydration and once a day food but the food can really be cut back down whittled away to very little indeed a soup solace for twenty eight days all these other weapons of mass distraction broadcasts of addiction proclivities of habitude are dumb to me
in the midst of the long term practical study feeding back into the theoretical synchronous neural motor corrective run the experiment check in regular increments start others run them in parallel some you see the end of some see the end of you collect results draw conclusions run hypotheses draw new experiments the young ones scream for something to do
a cowboy does not burn out but either moves on or is shot down andy has gone a droving he is with the cattle now sleeping in some hollow with a dog in tow the fire is only embers glowing upon the ground as the stars upon the sky
take the time to communicate with the cockroach talking up talking down a matter of perspective the cockroach need not be constantly checking a screen in a hand they were not here just like you brought yourself here and your brought them with you not friends of yours why on earth did you bring them here with you in fact why did you bring yourself here why did you not stay down there with the rest of them come up here to be the holy man upon a mountain pour a concrete slab up goes the timber frame wooden walls and now you are an infestation the land will regenerate without any of your wild and woolly tearing about
just expecting to get another thirty to forty years out of this other company for the ride digging in the dirt teaching the next generation no time to be dying on me now piece to be picked up and continue but from where i am standing i cannot see how that would work
simple life lived in peace brings about the domestication of the savage now turned civilisation is coming back to destroy that simple life lived in peace
less chat and more play there are many different ways to go about a city stay or go shaped by families influence is a generational skill destruction is easier than construction and preservation requires not only patience but also goodwill they come for morrison some learn baudelaire most stare at the hotel without even seeing the only remains the portal dear old raoul