world seemed stupid enfolded in silence its passengers kept in buckled tight through tunnels and fuckedups and overloaded exploded
we shouldn't but those eyes straight ahead and wisdom departed and wavings and video games lightheaded scraping the bowl of midnighted sadnesses like sands exhibited a truth blindfolded w thingy wings
late hours later arrivals bland there's never enough of this every red cent spent on gimmicky that the frogs continually hop up
alphabet those glittering melting away like curtains of rain so much blue ahead of you tumult of awkward lawns in detriment in toasters in blare in jeans try us spend sink away the shadows dizzy in incline toward me 1 2 3 repeater welcome the absence times distance underline the wrongs in garters longs and gazes dawn rode trance sidewalks steady turns away more fleeting cloud romance who washed away strange and swaying heavy legs stumpy and tangled in unspeakable sunsets that those vanished devoted swoosh to a curtain or candle
hills spoke of distant things - hours of women chatting on sidewalks that stretch on forever - forgeries walk away - odd confessions - odder and number at her door - holy pettings outside on bench - there're stars are far away are of course things that i cannot see - torn between photographs - of awkward positions of awkward glances or my foot upon hers and we're forever - i won't repeat - i won't stand stupider than standing there - i won't stand naked there - i won't stand staked there like a sacred scarecrow - he's even far more attractive than andrew? - and what does he sit being stupid there? - and what does he drink drinking there and thinking stupider? - and why's his furniture running away on spider legs? - and what is in las vegas? - and what's his bubbly drinking? - and what's this impostor standing staked in his place? - and what's the music that runs on forever like green day? - and what's his fascination with intangible things? - and what's his holy legs doing there crossed in the shit? - and what's forever in the nothing? - i stand there intangible with my glance in the shit and the stars and the collapsible - i stand just where you are but i wasn't you then on the no city street
entangled in elusive spaces euphoria sets in like a ladder to the sky where clinging to clinical cosmos the clown man sizes up the issues and subconsciousness bordering as it is the cranial steam of lostness there my love amongst the nettling romance the watchtowers hunt
apocalyptic hosts down from the heavens like tibetan pinpricks bananas hanging from burst soprano eye sockets smorgasbord of memory why must you be so faulty in the innards you'd chosen slop of buffet and endless yarn artificial architects manage your mind that you might not be neurotic
antarctic butterflies up the arms like cards you know nothing about it's all mental in the space room where the daisies are lighting up and up chainsmoking chimneys like angels you'd never dreamt of in gloom of psychiatric ward inventing new pies charged by the intergalactic wonderbellies
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daydreaming pseudonyms on the beach the cord that connects me to peach in the cylindrical nightmare we'd kept aside for many days lost in the chaos of muzak floaming in concocted oceans tragic as a museum where for days there was much waiting and the crowds gathered like miniature tents under the tender buttons of the station
puddles of your generation are poodles plotting revenge on the giant ogre possum windowsill a man willows are her eyes as marguerite duras terminally waiting
wittle pools wittle ripples phantasmagoric q-tip bang the scene's ended curtains like puzzle never turned away from in the quiet family room like ghosts playing hiphop stereo vulgar patio
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christ in the living room she kept on taking on motor city's burning under the dull lights of antiquated michigan amplified by beer bubbles a-floating under neon clouds passing like actors a stone from the vulva of god patiently hyphenated delineated from a sign i couldn't tell the pleasure in naming of nothing or anything in the heated argument at the foot of the stair
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cries in the bedroom tied to bedpost begging forget the stupid compromise a gift like an acre in florida where he'd heard her running through fields upon fields incomplete because the master chose abstinence or incompetence around finger the arena of glances falls to stone below the falcons' perpetual circling
what have you conjured up from the bowels of my karaoke milk because you said instead creatures inhabit every noontide sights to be seen and sewers of forget the votive candles in her eyes that night it was all of the florida that she took cornered by seamen where the one-armed monocled tower bellows on and on about'a speakeasies throughout infiltrated nights pulling daisies planting hourglasses stay little stay stay or maybe each day is stumbles over monotony in a leather-walled cellar a tavern or other i love you means i can means i will or want to bludgeon the dream that you know is ice cream when the dream police are polite they come they come out of my head those images that laid there stiff more and more alone
much obliged in this never break i talk in the horses and am sorry to say you could have stole or behaved what means such actions? she is just now you you will remember me in old age in the meantime you are there sincerely i to you imagine you come as soon as possible
i am thursday me dearest (or wednesday novr. 6th or something) or servant extravagantly kindness i had found an instant in you as if you were a ghost around me or really i was very weary previous to that period robbed of answers but i am very trivial am small
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have i have i have i received my mansion you see my improvements are about three or four or nothing out last night were we i loved you as well as i could or as if i'd never before abroad my place i keep i am months i am serious i am a child
1808 remember this date once an able-bodied frances i'd re-modeled the before like it's my word as well as i you because i am every affectionate son
that threw you in the river on and on the grayshattered thud or else in bars countrywestern manacled biscuits and gravy ramshackly o tremble into a chainlinked scene doglike navy blue midnight machiney plays hank williams skipping shitfitting like outrageous cramps an armor unmanifested unbirthed ungirthed unfeltfor underestimated cruelty goes like this do de do da de de do petrified know what's giving under like knees you've felt in backyards of your dreams mathilda
claws from clouds the terrible landscape of her eyes is limbo or in blue we raid the chain our hearts beating monsters down by the river camera in tow guided by voices split the carnation in two memory unfolds like pigeons thoughts implode beater cadillacs beef explodes red raw viscera of liquor flows over a multi-faceted scene brownbagged synchronized swimming yes magic tragician lets go the wings and those items you'd never spent on reciprocity of chains on chains such loaded dreams of folds of resurrections of melodious monkness that little angels go crazy with
a contagious affectation scrambling my attention outrageous prices her steps thud in the dim-legged hall that night that the porcupine had crept like icycles through the fog
i cannot know what's on your mind it's hard to feel significance somersaulted petrified the word outside is as cold as the well gathered there
pharmaceutical angels are pharmaceutical angels a voice in the recovery room goes insane like a stranger
stillness reloads face of moon on monitor smoking hatchet grass that clocks've notched half-assed remove her from this trance remove the glue of those've passed on legs too stiff to stand de-seated and defeated cuckoo under nerve-ended klieg lights bobbing apples of voodoo towns plugged into consciousness a whiskey monocle feeling screwed whirlpool of sandhanded sadness
un-understand lost liquid as amber as a pig's foetus or visceral cursive now it is here exposed to sun's slant rays to dismissals secreting history's fisticuffs empowered by days hard to feel would eat dinner slopping hither and thither mannequin-esque it's all that harsh may that roots up shoestrings' yukon licorice sidewalking delusions of grandeur stop signs are trouble staked to stand disguised as martyrs white and red disguised as is lost is gone is dead is end
faulty fingers lead to risky hands break apart the noise on the horizon the wail of metal neighborhood expands and contracts opens legs like scissors
there's this dream i'm in it's always her birthday there i'm always moving furniture out of my eyelids into the drawing room menacing shag carpet drank some bad fuel
utopian nausea in our headlights stains stains the bedding an out of sorts expression pudding stains the bedding struggling releasing i'd rather be ahead of me in several places
