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Tuesday, November 18, 2008. This aint yer grandaddy music itz hip hop coming thru yer woofer like a mule kick. Friday, October 31, 2008. Mmmm acid ummm hi china white. Monday, October 27, 2008.
From a poem by Joseph Torra.
What goes away on its own. Can come back on its own. Hollowed out and quiet tense. I conjugate privacy and sadness. And a second away from. Being an angel and a microphone. I can do to throw the tow rope. The tall winter light solid crying. Solid singing in the modular. And now and again it does seem. Important to be saying, to have said,. Participating as no, temperate and right.
In the presence of strangers no excuses. No more frustration enough with the sympathy. Sacrilege in that case a diehard if you like. 29 million travelers passing notice. Enigmatic of spotted fighting, see also Crime. Vacation sites and activities as some of the flaws. To the life they made in. The morning and over the phone.
Limns the objects of attention anew. This work is paradoxically both stark and rich. In its few lines, it delivers us to a fullness of sight and sound.
With the Noose Around My Neck 90. Can you imagine all the ants on earth being packed into ten anthills? I named it after the cemetery in Los Angeles. What kind of life is this? All anxiety all the time. Every breath a traumatic stress. Begin to shake as frontal lobe atrophies. Pass out in an elevator from blood sugar deficit. Run over by a bus.
Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs.
Walser and Co is a future bookstore in Hadley, MA. We will be at the triple canopy. Sub-sub library of the Robert Walser. A mash up of two of the best HTMLGIANT posts in a long while, by Jimmy Chen.
Pressed tin and Corinthian columns. The pub, named for Norfolk who? Thomas Howard, the 4th duke,. Norfolk in Sussex, recusant? The Spanish barman says. Of the wine list I stare at. I remember instead the edict.
Lisa told Bea ghost story bookkeeper entered when I come home nothing books sold refund check bed frame sold to expecting couple saves us from high-end steak house.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006.
The chime of an ice cream truck. This could be any world. This could be any nerve. Is the crucially useless circus. In which I rehearse the bruise.
Remember, the animals are your hands. Holy water, and has no election. To wait here the foreseeable future. Before groundswell after other realm. String of x lands counter crystal. Pieces the wounded low on giving. High on life and drugs. The long night the haunted mall. Ambient president of the untied states. A few introductory fears to stagger exist.