summer comings infiltrate the camouflage under attack being hunted out underneath these art spasm a dead giveaway sway like a branch in the wind tied to a dry forest backing onto the over grazed ridges mistaken for pasture in this alien landscape the fool carries on with the traditions of a home left behind
all i have to offer is intolerable french inflections filled with nasal fluids like a swine birthing hut
he is not scared at all he is much better at making enemies now that the third girl has come along he watches over his kingdom so no stranger does intrude surrounded by women who can see the future there is no answer this deep in the suburbs
addendums fill up the ending with hackneyed trifle a mash up of everything that came before will keep the avid reader guessing as to just where we are coming from and to where we are heading
strange scent of entertainment the beat goes on and on a mad rush here we go anytime whatever sleeping baby smash out the roll kick out the jam march on butter
when you hear someone say that you are not capable then best to be moving along not wanting to be breaking the illusion if you look too useful you will be put to use when you had best be putting yourself to use and you will only find the freedom to self use under a guise of uselessness
where whither will slow down cheer up heavy eyelids yawning mouth turn the light off let the birds rest
tree pokes through pumpkin seed bagel spread with fresh cheese and topped with a pineapple ring
swings back and forth the pendulum too far one way too far the next eventually even time itself will standstill
putting too much into vinyl biodegradable wax whatever waste we can melt down and push into a master press shut it down start it up there is no point coming in late you can stay but do not think that it does not make sense would you simply pick up kants critique of pure reason and skip the introduction
last thoughts on swine love not the kind of sausage i was looking for something to tickle your fancy deep long lasting thoughts on the struggle between here and there this and that coming and going in and out sitting or standing upright none the less
in my memory it tasted better way back then but memory has a way of doing that well let us take the positive form all of this safe to say that what i am putting together in my own kitchen has a better consistency closer to al dente than this still the sauces need work and forget not the difference in output mani has been pumping out the dishes all eveningi have only ever managed four at a sitting
so long as the girls stay on the chew craigee can sit still spitting out the next one and elongating the planning stage getting ahead of the curve making sense of the observations and cross referencing to the field studies what is next beef steak there is still much bread to slice on this five acre block no matter where in the system we may be or in the regenerative process always bring it back to water
smoking mowers that blood victa is at it again chewing buts splattering and stalling when there is work to be done i dont always work when there is work to be done when is there ever not work to be done and then some but i really want victa to work when i am ready to work on my will or none at all looking for my calm be the ball landing right in the lumberyard
never actually met here but we feel as though we had walking the space and hearing the stories seeing the paintings and hosting family florence was reconstructed form the outside her absence so profound we had to recreate the person as a favourite character from a novel and when that was not enough give birth a namesake inscribe a parallel destiny or at least wish it
apologies i have been busy unwrapping your cake whilst you were shitfaced down at the anchor we were walking down to meet you but someone stole my dope in springfield park i was so down i wanted no further but just to cheer this sorry sod up your cake looked so good i could not help it i wanted to see it unwrapped and when it was finally there i wanted to taste it and it tasted so good i thought just a little bite then i felt really hungry before i knew what was happening i was gobbling down your cake crumbs all down the beard and icing on the fingers
i need a little bread the spirit longs to write a letter letters of longing what is this that you think you know of longing his eyes are red like a jungle burning bright did i have to get so drunk no but why did i get so drunk a heart that can never mend
running on fumes the drink comes out with the sun winding up the dysentery finding a spot by the bank of the river to pitch a tent call home until forcibly moved along by the bigger brutal elements of the ruling class a balance of violence power desire survival and spirit
cannot sit still must make money round and round from hand to hand to mouth and arse funny if you are stupid and still funny if you are smart it works on many levels it works on two levels okay so maybe it is the high cholesterol and constant stream of sugar that has us itching for something different for the new without ever leaving the apartment i bet she is blocked up twenty four seven
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