just another blur of ale over a weekend of something utterly different a shift in place a shift in conversation a shift in the routine this is what is happening each and every day forming an opinion and solidifying hardening taking root ever deeper
slipping out for a feel awful the daughter of the prophet a funny look i thought i had the wrong name perhaps it was my pronunciation but now that i come to think of it the look was of utmost surprise that i even knew a name to speak
still printing out the labels in house something i really dont understand sure thing we can stick them on per hand which is finally half automated but the in house cost of printing faced with the couple of cents for a professional job and no errors or if they are they are reimbursable and the time line is not so important not so just in time we are worried about who takes responsibility on our end no one putting their hand up but someone is doing it now and they see the error and take a change and throw everything away and the cost blows out again so much money to throw out the window and it is simply blow back in through window first world problems
chewing over the coming and going and biting down on the stationary timidness to delirium shyness is nice but sometimes shyness can stop you from doing the things you want to do
the letters are trickling in a wet period followed by an extended dry period have to make it worth the while to get into the post office it only happens once in a blue moon harvest gather the notes and photos stuff them into envelopes better than casting dispersions on the street
got the bull by the horns and ran with it even managed to circumvent the greed of the ticket holders in the swiss vaults trust in knowing the market the technology and the competition need to be holding a reserve to swallow up the workable spaces going under
leave the gate open and i will close and lock it on my way out in between time they will be going coming back later in the week to make a run to the depot with that everything out except for the paper machine i can see that hanging around for a while i will just take into work and set it up there to do my own prints or what silly boys more in their mouths than they can chew spew it up and the dogs devour in their wake
the bodies in which we live die i already see problems a separation from the living we and the body as if we inhabit bodies and are not the bodies themselves show me this bodiless we next no world in which the body moves for the inhabitor we nothing in nothingness sounds wonderful
best well wishing for the oncoming season wont be seeing each other soon heading into hibernation how is it that you know me so well that you can tell the next word is going to be
careful i just heard you say they were no human inhuman perhaps dangerous to begin to detach that link of the living to jettison the other into the realm of object the consequences are dehumanising
every frame is taking the eyes somewhere else away from what is immediately in front of the face the incoming message the disassociative still wandering the earth connected only by a wavelength no more feeling it in the bones
i thought i had taken holidays but it looks like the overtime has been used so i had better take another week off a good time for it if ever i saw it
more than what we know what to do with the waste is incredible this is not sustainable tell me what is seriously just tiny links in an unfurling no one ever mentioned stopping the runaway train let it barrel on we are just along for the ride so long as the conditions persist advantageous to our own survival and then the next and when nothing then simply a scolding sandy wasteland or a freezing icy desert moving always to the next and then some nothing is an unreachable destination
check the spark plugs and replace if necessary
check and clean the air filter replace if necessary
check and clean the mass air flow sensor
check and clean the valve cover vacuum connection
carrot and pumpkin thrown into together with onion halves olive oil salt pepper marjoram basil oregano hog wort bay leaf and tarragon for an hour at two forty with a lid on and another half hour with the lid off serve with saffron rice
just trying to get it out of this bottom a fart in all its glory is something worth hearing smelling embracing with all the senses rippling through the body a release and creation out of function for a fleeting moment and then disappears into thin air
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