exchange grief for mangled feet make good hobbling along to nocturnes and five string serenades
animate the indefinite bowl baguette and breath no resistance detachment complete strive struggle stray disinfectant only leaves the dead set best in wait we are shaking ourselves off of this mortal coil remembering is the easiest way to forget
the duke of beggars lane emits a stench so great that he is veiled in a protective bubble which affords him the peace to scratch the skin of leviathan
make the most of the time the girls want to stay at home with you doing the things you like to do
if we make it this far we start worrying about if we are going to make it any further
all for the sake of convenience not so reckonings are brought upon author regular in preparation for the grand reckoning i think not moreover for this life lived if i were a betting man i would not be putting an money on the grand reckoning seems like a very good sour grapes story changing the attitude within to accommodate the attitude without purity of spirit busies itself not with voluntary enslavement
no such thing as enough simple escape from the overwhelming infinite go put a line in the sand limitations in the mind parentheses syntax period comma point stop here at the end
the getting yourself together on the land is a real privilege a status symbol in these days of mortgage lifestyle where shall we go on holiday nowhere this is paradise holiday at home there is no place like it travel through time travel through mind here all laws are suspended apart from the physical the only ones that come raining down and make all possible
who does not trust us we do not trust ourselves we make the laws to govern ourselves to govern over others begins as training ought to continue as such but the course changes and circumstances along with it layer upon layer and then something comes and wipes it all away start again from a different place at some point we forget what had us all riled up at all but it is too late feeling has taken over and we feel angry and we feel hate and we feel frightened
there is no clearing away completely down to a new slate moreover be grateful that it is so that material is ready to hand i want not to be materialising my own elements now seems like a big job i am already struggling with timber hammer and nails
a little bit already read and a lot to be going back over and sifting through the notes however do i find the time to be doing all this wasting away in front of a screen or bashing a bandicoot the attention span has wandered the way of a season contemporary technologies have captured the children and are shaping them into hate filled sacks of soon to be cannon fodder if only the element were literary and not military
transitions back to the days before upkeep not kept up on a different path yes i know the lack of want to be walking behind a small two stoke motor turning the blade cutting the grass the rather be doing and the dance of sound and vision i know this flesh is not so unlikewise chewing down on its own demise
there wouldnt be a day that goes by that you dont creep up in some meta etheral memic atemporal sense
three kilometre journey into town and back out again whenever feeling game for a little of encounter of the all too terrestrial kind no excuses in making them out of clay and having only dirt come out of their mouths you only need to walk along with a smile on your face to provoke a reaction loud gnarly gutteral gestures formations of sound directed in general direction either choose to interact or just keep walking play each ball on its own merits how much armour are you wearing today how quickly can you make an escape if you really need to there is no help coming
i myself am still shaking at the explanation and the ensuing cost not sure where this is going and did i get the information across i would bloody well hope so if not drop in after work tomorrow just to double check pretty sure i mess up the number so it would be no surprise if there is no message unable to get through not wanting the bad news anyhow any who annie why did you let go hot cold hot cold until something had to give this is not a fever shaking off the infection
no mention of Joyal in the Drummondville page although his page links to the town page nothing of the reversal shame on you editorial committee
there be a lot of the fear going around but i am not about to bail out now that i am at the epicentre having crawled all the way from the swash to see the birth of yet another civilisation hoping this one is a little more civil and a little less miserable i caught myself trying to recreate the magic of a moment that eludes all creation that comes with a simple foaming at the mouth this happens in the presence of christopher there is no knowing why or how for me that comes to the breath thrashing about in awe and not dissecting the heart in search of a beat
getting to rubies next letter and finding that i cannot turn these fingers off i am already flying onto the next thing want to get up and walk away where is all this nervous energy coming from just a distraction from doing anything in particular exhaustion is what i am searching for to put this restlessness to sleep find peace
just another day of learning two way street of imparting knowledge the posture is important to the story and the comfort of the position to the productivity the longer one feels comfortable as if this is doing good to the body than the longer the activity continues and thus more is produced this is basic workspace dynamics every step you take every move you make is costing you time to be doing an audit
making lists bored now enough on the paper get out of here and on your way will call you tomorrow to report findings and take you somewhere you have been before but show it to you like you have never seen we will be dancing
There is a lot I want to know. Getting slowly through it. It aint easy. I have had a headstart. My brother gave it to me. Simply look at all that I have already forgotten. Must I relearn it or is it there to be reactivated? Perhaps all knowledge simply is and requires only access. Goes back to epistemology. Back to basics.
The thief and liar is a native to where? There is no going back to where we came from unless you are referring to the star dust from which we are all born. In which case see you there right after this near death encounter. Ausnahmezustand. Exceptional circumstances. Indeed.