jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~$ cd '/home/jhave/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model' jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$ python main_June2017.py --cuda --data=data/dec_rerites_SUBEST4+JACKET2 --emsize=3200 --nhid=3200 --dropout=0.65 --epochs=100 --tied INITIALIZING Directory: models/2017-12-10T19-47-44 Training batch size: 20 Test and validation batch size: 10 Data folder: data/dec_rerites_SUBEST4+JACKET2 Model folder: models/2017-12-10T19-47-44 Size of word embeddings: 3200 Number of hidden units per layer: 3200 Model: LSTM Number of layers: 2 Batch size: 20 Dropout: 0.65 ============================================= # of tokens in dictionary: 81104 Using : nn.CrossEntropyLoss() | epoch 1 | 200/ 960 batches | lr 20.00 | ms/batch 734.57 | loss 9.10 | ppl 8998.65 ... [wait a few hours] ... | epoch 17 | 800/ 960 batches | lr 20.00 | ms/batch 773.29 | loss 3.79 | ppl 44.17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | end of epoch 17 | time: 828.23s | valid loss 2.9602 | valid ppl 19.30 SAVING: models/2017-12-10T19-47-44/model-LSTM-emsize-3200-nhid_3200-nlayers_2-batch_size_20-epoch_17-loss_2.96-ppl_19.30.pt > RuntimeError: Unknown error -1 ... [HD is full. Give up. Begin generating.] ... ============================================= jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$ python generate_2017-INFINITE-1M_October.py --checkpoint=models/2017-12-10T19-47-44/model-LSTM-emsize-3200-nhid_3200-nlayers_2-batch_size_20-epoch_17-loss_2.96-ppl_19.30.pt --cuda --words=600 --data=data/dec_rerites_SUBEST4+JACKET2 +~+ Mode: LSTM Embedding size: 3200 Hidden Layers: 3200 Batch size: 20 Epoch: 17 Loss: 2.96 Perplexity: 19.30.pt Initializing. Please be patient. ~ + ~ a tremor of light in the middle of the shaman's stomach a spider smouldering in history’s repeat The earth shifts motionless with babies bones guided by a hue. A bird's eye appears. Turquoise. Deep. a deluge wriggles in a skyrise of petite longings a restless itching Blockchains Human types of days: coughing desires, eating rumours, repairing chains, cursing, kindness. weed viability auspicious executed discourse postmarked anarchist promises: oligodendrocytes impaled plague irrelevant landing repertoires shit gaunt collagen losses imagination's faces subsiding in the hearse placebos belong to the sun an alphabet fragile and fossilized honeydew wings, SMS banks, mad homelessness and absurdity Holy sacred rainbow keys within the uncaring emanating eye memory weeping into undrinkable packaged Need 1.C. glucocorticoid hisses like cedar sheer dust Science cities rendered by an auteur input gif-dream slice probing weighted calibration flesh hemorrhaging declensions the hinge of the apple clings to its own love in tremors we crest the body groping artificial occasions: instantaneous nymphal offbeat bicep crabs. This small polluted meadow is a fingerprint of a fragrant Buddha There are no answers anywhere except love Fermionic Hertz Automated Fur frothing the pavement whirling feathered dust fading into the stars You say: I need a vision. A few nurses golf with the shin- nipples of a cane-brake walkup razor. ~ + ~ Digging love, we pick up a sea; all that we might have needed, ended in each other redeemable passion topology breath engineering delight phenomenology of horses parasite lantern your Immense Anchor in my Turbulent Light runs by blood is a daguerreotype ancestor reflection or phone petroglyph throbbing gaze of a dented glove a pleasured gouged ape escaping into bright light cloudless windows wild sand, dental asphalt, rings of copulated piss on the surface of the enclosure shed your muzzle: pale, destructive, untouchable Words Coax the urge to make us drink the untold urn Then we face our hands in an earlier cage delight with the winds eat brave shadows ~ + ~ you know what we are in here within my dream where underneath is an oddity dividing the pain-tube accusation cafeteria into druggist relational biodegradable gravity you gut the exceptional bruised aperture homeless biases threadlike neurons resolute & unfit And now as a child stands in the past, the mystery of rain is dying. I hold the world's fury certain of it structure How beautiful to see the inner and perfect mystics burrow into regret to make freedom. ~ + ~ Sea-Surge layers of carbon glowed lazily admiring all that we were a cancer, lost, a racing distortion, a warning Intoxicated hawks and sparrows Tumescent crackpot divinities Elastic enter-buttons Bogus salad Quotidian Thinking Thinking Radiance Dead Equal Private Inconstancy Mature Smiled as Ulysses выкрикнуто (screamed) Someone Loved All A Party To Wish You To Use Me The summit mist sings of A marksman’s Fawn Virtue’s pass-fail The Guillotine and the Holiday underline Distance Implacable: Deflections Augustan Reflections Gypsies Weep For A Doctor Who Would Not See The Misfortune Spectacle The Food Misfortune The Reef Lover The Angel that Grandmother Identified in Brooklyn at the age of 10, sliding into moonlight replenishes sleeping birds with sunlight, and plants poppies on billboards Under the Sign of their Towers crippled things engorged on specifics warm acrid frayed foil servility -- pretend it is service Shake Your Dogs. Fart Away. These rooms are memory’s selves. Then we breed in the old winter sweating in the sea the wind filling dusk with icy symbols small and loving reasons discover but never pretend on the November coast Babylon migrants circle love's pretty future give one banana your finger enjoy your moment as a man a puppeteer peddling clinical pipe-dreams swallowed the psychology of perplexed or delicate resignation ~ + ~ a metallic cut 'n paste aura packed with slush mimesis and indium-slime-liar glow-worm kill-water down obscura tunnel again, going closed for sentimental days So when everyone nears, the flow of her epoch, contour- bearing on the diesel-fuel-blue phone, she brings not older concoction gobbling twirls, a priest behind a rat in a strip of anticipation to advance thru your vessel. "Because where there is no word," she said. "From the frame we rob a cost confiscated by all poems." Oakshadow nest, an untouchable wound. I linger in my face, big and ruthless Universe, a covenant of paradise writing the facility of my limbs Here's a hole No one can see A child murdered A vignette breast Devouring apoplexy Ten lama stepped out, moaning and then stopped there wind is not always talk mouthfuls of truth morgues, filmmaking striking the free eclipse of this river heat where there is work in mastery of silence soap, somewhere, in a grove rapes a book ======================================= 1. Beyond the sea edge, in memory of oak, plunder dried fountaining of desolation blooms Numb waist-length boreal love seeps from suburbs and learns to wake openings leaks a blade of menopausal light rung by a celestial wheel An ur-cantos backhoe gift Resolution in all skin A lipless warp of lean mascara guarding a rainbow. 2. The hotel rises red with seashells. A record-breaking indecisive No. She said, "It retreats, freighted +3.2% gentler" Slaughtered. In another hand, it opens. ~ + ~ Cumulus-Trolls Suppose the locals ate Stendahl's elation Thought: I am "O" Forgave the reset. Monkeys bejewelled with milk oblivions! You pray for your mother, persuaded a little by a pickled sound to bench-press virtue’s gentle gravity to exhaust wildness, and croon eager beehive veiled dreams to torture fuming identifications fed on cowered night your powdered thinking comes, as you look at me cross-legged on the tempest's upper evocations you walk a few steps out of her and suppose how death unfed by petrification mirrors the heavy cross with cold mistakes you are naked amputated, and damp with the rain fluttering bare thorns, and blue silk authentic verified bitumen laughter paragraphs asking: Do we love this solitude? Dune fragile combustible sexual methods correlative with textured helplessness Reflux Kali HÜ-HÜ Flowerewolf Excursion Grid Unforgivable Ideators Thick Were The Clouds Lost in Stones ~ + ~ From: Crossing A Parked Sun eternity exhales an unconsolable list which will sometimes perhaps suggest a future a rose-clay city consumed by boring adorned glittering breathprints insider kisses tombstone snot violent gods carried with burning flip-flops to the homeless shelter mutation tethered to a dream hydrophilic acquiescent miscellanies: more lists. Hennessy’s bruised made-for-tv correspondence onion overlooked and horny a nation confined to a perspective of terror a shaking meandering fossil forking into virtualisation flowers which have no debts mulch paralipomena you once told me of yesterday's mask ~ + ~ I chew laundry. Trapped. Hanging on memory, sighing, tongue scrolling through blood. Each breath sedge blowing through this place wants that last first trip In a cup, where the guest stands. This was a way itself. A deep self on the bridge. Gritty with riddles. Things emerge. Tumbling into a basin of oscillating blood translation's fate seeds sweat weed-perfect cathedrals a rotten path overhead where patterns of light fall to dance torn from cages these are the words of the universe which is, in truth, the energies of a Silence reflecting upon coffins confiscated cosmic light: not coffee, nor love I'd come closer, but we never-quite-clean forget and perhaps to be a relative person is at the end all Dissected and touched, I muscle the crackle of death salt purged of all but other. No, Not working. New. awareness sprouts prey of work from the stars automated totems home feasts Stomachs keel over to dance the ravenous house made lazy & dead by birth We surrender to milkweed's song. Promontories Heart clenching. Every it breeding. Nothing matters But not laughably. To race a clock, To read a break. Pronouncing on my leash Threads and holdings Lovers in their forces. Admired milk. Arteries' brains. ~ + ~ We didn't have to learn how they, the other people -- their faces mixed with bread -- would soon join armies and drop into journeys with percentile precision. We will still need to serve them, in a spot where perfect things are prepared to remember imperfection, while we sink away, early, into our mouths. We see them as clouds thinning on our floor clearing cyclone husks from the lungs of tender, thirsty orphans, tattoed with numbers. We ejaculating oak, three parts inert, entail rainfall on their cemeteries, lumps of sugar and bite-sized seeds that grow into gradient runes. We acknowledge with this, their subtle labyrinthine contraptions in a wild aviary of cries, a perennial wreckage, balanced, overlooking a ruin. We feel it is enough to move, a centre of mutant lines, frayed, glittering from a ventilated imaginary cloud which traces its clean intimacies to their talk. We concentrate on pissing through emeralds, exhausted helper-phage light eating itself within them. We laughing, rub superstar-desperate naked-cracking fertile-jasmine toy-passion chains with irreconcilable written feelings that dream a dissolving pale street We shake our chests, and try, looking over with a hostile whimper, a dissymmetry of such recklessness, some of you wonder if we have not met before. ~ + ~ What Changed? Now Lozano, I’m lean to appease this artificial heist. Inclusion in the margins? A living where we blame honesty? Inactive divinities? Fallen wealth cut to clay? Guerilla woodwork, brooding? Leave the cartoon. Abandon the bucks. Lean the ego bulb against the walls. Hear what amethyst epigenetics say about your sad arrogant songs. Exit your boundless flow. Forget the dragon's profile. Drop the enormous eggs. Abandon the blooming disarray. Blood plunging, try mature worship. There is loneliness in elegant words, bury them. Now open-handed, in dew sneakers, melancholy opened miniature numbers, stomped among the sandy gloss of wars, hissing at tarnished malls. Worries scarred into frozen liberty, incidents ‘fingerprinted’ on bones. A wanderer straightens sunlit tracheas. Acclaimed Professional Lovable Auto-Complete Projects Labour To Sleep ~ + ~ 1. In the empty cemetery eager to texture discoveries and lug out to my sleep a gulp of fair dust, I wake critique. An improbability bloomed in art, concealed and wrong, weighted and insatiate, tasting of disastrous cold, I become certainty. In restless viscosity, a temperate revenue incapable of thinking about fact, I sheen myself. Fainter than any épistémologique, I fathom all. Lacing the nerves in my face, over an obscure autumn sky, I live. 2. Archetypical Anonymous Outlawed Hearts and Bladder Forgiveness We wash pyres in the semi-gloom Of the sun. We thank the flames and burn. Burn the angels' rabid beds. Burn the lotions, blowing, to hear winds revive lesser selves. Root level ash shrugs: It can barely seem summer. ~ + ~ While the unseen story rushes at you seeming to coax a beehive out of bread remorse tugs lime worn hands, cracked flung hands off, clean off laying limp Mesopotamia fingers near the alphabet Consider here a willow pale beach sinking through glands. Slyly, here it rains framed incunabula, untrapped & ironic life-giving, scarlet-cupped keyholes bordered with butter and foetid lingo. Consider how the hunter, warm with child climbs the road to the shareholders' shore to avoid noticing their shoulder-length eyes: emblematic stamen weighing the world’s diseases And if they achieve driest importance illuminate our roach desires blind their skulls erase the standard and resist the war of universal colors so be it. ~ + ~ Exact Glances anatomical bridges adorn an ocean muttering rays nipple vibrations of yellow bonecat dose-throated langor no suicides no passion no discount nor a fondness for generating nightmares no manipulating dye in ruddy shops to seive a blurred geyser of taxed indirection not I, no, not I, no flower left cold in the air, a desperate contour. The egg overflows with rain. An uprooted river, full of pores. Seam-debauched escargot extra-inning spiritualists. A dimestore .38 feather core. Lightly, begin. Listen: touch yourself. Perhaps you will taste a mouthful of hope. Inedible realistic speech gender blues within sand in rough anatomical perspectives denying god its pilgrimage diagram candles its succinct, uninitiated annihilation. You growl with tears in circles of water. Conversations cling to words disturbing claustrophobic snails. Motels dangle overhead on the reticent moan of stray skies. Bending to adjust dimensionality into money. Glittering with isotropical sushi, outcasts for the curious. Psalm prisons, loam chilling, whisper bliss. two halves of a navel mingle within things to dwell in the early realm breathe and impale swab the plaque clip on repeatedly the wrong viewer a cage not born evntually, the big cha-cha funeral promise of every neocortex is trusted ~ + ~ Below the Sea laughter and birds, sheets of light, and stories, famine chocolate, desperado clouds driven by unbearable duties. 1979).p.174] Too simple our movements leave wounds. submit this blessing for the sum of this generation this image where minds absorb callings belly memories this hemisphere of a deeper shade, a plasma hummingbird — an alleged sparrow in a blue bushel of laced sun & boughs this handle of sand breathing death's season, cold colloquy and juniper mistakes this calm that sifts from sheep, placebos unblinking this confession of a corpse this pelvis tender step this niche caught in a single sun submit this waterglass of slow rocks in flames this melted insecure moment's giggle another strand aerating the shade of firs and daisies another obscure humanity with a sacred shark mouths this toothy encaustic boring breeding this book arrow nudging everything named true to eat everywhere this profit that shrank your head that flows from a paper-clip this disemboweled love, denim misled, attack nipple this version of an apartment cast in cries and wonder this you ~ + ~ Bridge The Deterioration Her tears just started and now continue. She tremors for a long time. A Soap Lust I think of the trouble we had connecting: attaching collarbones of new nylon sawdust and shipwreck silos to the sanctified valley of our bed i remember you: intuitive & snub-nosed a marigold-clumped brow above homemade breath your knotted gypsy-brain flesh-carved you took a photograph of snails: thalidomide salami shitting brushoff anachronistic sterility you spent weeks encoding the ocean's mimosa-bruised vestigal frangipani shitting pearls you imagined pirates of a wonderfully- dull childhood shitting into buckets at the concert you lie in silence; a territorial poet. there is a reason for all the rules. Hagia By the time I (feeble) succor the bombing notes, I'm the problem. A strange force foolish as sacred laughter scouring instantaneous ladders. Near the river, a disc, your muted eye. No bike, melted in the backyard, illuminates you. Inside the fresh baroque sparrows, no surgery carves perilous cartoons. You are chilled wonder, fields of applause, a flock of rivers taking up breath. Your lip fountains. You, wild, spill to embrace rain. Your belief: objects playing at being unicorns. You feel loss of memory is systematic. Your time clings. You are a {reluct} ant chaos and a chord not meaning anything. Your petroglyph awaits Orpheus in a pilfered-drone. ~ + ~ I have no patience. My body is good: a loose prophetic fire. You take me: here, with you. You are a switch for an ocean. You invite love down into you. You imagine that humans must understand how ideas cause ravens. You nest where everyone silently becomes peace. This happens. You think (not in your head) of wonder puzzles, arduous ancianas. Trapped within distance a deer yields to the wedding; And love half-guessed, gushing, leaps soft-scuffed scalloped leaves. Some chopped despair roasting scandals, silent things, mute friends. Both noise and sleep are peace, Walls are peace, alive, and talking. Now, I say: We're older and will see or not what happens after. Burning, decorated with plastic feathers flailing on the orange garbage heap. An erect cat pushed to cross the desert glass, flashes over it as it rains Through my warm body's sweating shape your cascading voice rips open streets And as you drive home, leaking ultra-violet smells, you lean on water I am afraid we have come to hold fluids as thoughts. Someone catches me and I again know less what could be. Any real thing the mothers touch becomes tapestry: a position of that day, we walk thru. the damp din of brain, dancing, a calm atmosphere in an emptiness, that we never say. My room is a deadwood cup. Drowned rugs, secret ids, silent, amputated sandfleas in a cage. A leap of seraphim gliding worms suggesting a movement of transparent empty juice A toy unfolding worn throughout heaven. Centipede (1966-1972) Ancient screams play with a fearless molten flood-tide, its flow lighting a meadow in the heart: a soiree for a prism, small agencies of chore, an institute of self dumb and tough shaved bottles impersonal orgasms ~ + ~ gouging the ravine down to rivers the winter was lazy and the seasons so much smaller than before, missing still, a glimpse of shit, a human, any unique human. distant and impassive an atom's 11-15 orbital spaces bought patchy stub sleep from the crown so that life could say: "I owe no glue to weapons. I know this." it won some, anyway with the eye: swimming in desire, dying with clouds. life watched ‘bleeding’ advertise for time, aching in ambition's engagements; stars, weaker, again, slowed, and thus, in that coffin of a day, all fidgeted. the ball, with its experience, looking into the drain; the waves, poxmarked. all over the air, on patios of tribal plots, courtyards are made; a temple with a sacred skylight; the station where amygdala works to record itself; wine constructed with a rash water. Ntaria streams, silent. who bothers with what is called sex? The heart's bloody stray spews. I shave light with a mask, and blowing upon soap, am seen. presence clear, exploding like an eternity; so cold, it feels denied here I am, tethered to silence, fearing a downgrade. some seasons walk below, there where motion is almost absent. I could have been the bait, in greedy Numa's bean, blossoms spit by shadows of the sun yellow and purple scalloped humans, elm leaves, sawdust, skies; girls' juices of the Lower East Side; Fellini blessing an invisible rejection. there's no comfort. I have finished dreaming. far below, a canyon folds a coiled hive and, on that dark foggy street, makes a pure haste of our small skins inspiring in our emptiness, another city, and that is not quite enough ~ + ~ Thorsten Dead - 1. Inaccessibile laundry, 1969 ultrafast silo-rich, drops of thinskinned, atom-smashing workers and fantail, faint fingers with map-guided graphics, and tremulous meaningless blisters like volcanic horizons brightened by amplification of caved-in winds. 2. Reveries of cleaners and peddlers. 3. Slowly, the Quinine you seek, burrows into your brain, its colors and blurry summer within the sun, keen to exactly heal what you see. 4. I am trouble. It is not this day I was born for. Not this one. 5. Charring god, cropped spores, take pride, bloom among the soap. 6. Irritationless, a novelist's guttural nucleus. A poem. 7. Then someone crashes beer into bone. Dawn arrives in our armpits. A warm subtraction spills like steam behind sound. 8. Praying too, a simple — better mountain, a colony of life, splayed. 9. I keep the worst. I who sat under the grass, thinking about time! 10. Thucydides says: My mother. Even when he means окно. Window or shaft of mine. 11. Old and relevant, how I watch and hear sex playing: long, late. 12. At any time, taking in the latest creature possibilities, this it refuses to belong. 13. And I hear all words in my bones. 14. The cornea of the Fatalist grasps sonorous edible knives. 15. Tap on my window. Later, in the morning, I will write out an old secret. 16. I have no time to bruise nor to heal from flames. 17. I am swarms of damning swans on spiritual cloned lust. 18. A parallel go receiver underneath summer. 19. Hushed and fragrant, I lay up across lack, and watch rapes nest in consent. 20. Femur highways melt in the scent of folly bayonets. 21. Fraternity flashes in the sanctum. 22. In alienation someone is more than both. 23. Spine shadow griefscapes. 24. Silk cathedral sand in the crotch words. 25. ok, we pour down unto your heart like water. 26. I know the world so whole. Every why again, I ache to copy. 27. Beyond the patio, a blue- green desert, null bread & the lint of love in a toothy dark. ~ + ~ A Trumpet Dips to feed feet, absorbing their swirling gradation harbor, and zoo logolalia-taloned shadows: masked, dancing. Stops pink, flushed. Massive butterflies, capsicum entwining, with their quiches and labors of waterbulls. Remembering the green parsnip. Blind flakes barking on the wide ice, sealed through, alternately humming and hidden. Think the place grown. Skate this unnatural lullaby, hold the distance. Feed on a word. Think of salt. Become their understanding. The guest nods with remorse, -- another filthy distance, stolen. Enter their bones. In the tax vowels, and emerald rats, quartet towers, bubble shops, & early wood. Forget all prices. Trout enamel pillows pour over corn. In The Fruit Of The Crystalline Waste fear of × bronze-flower grime and light a jam-red toothache dollar store shadow the endless focus of a river-bed that yesterday warm with calculus converted heart into spackle a drug is pressed sliding from the bell of the earth we lie with gamers asking: what progress has been reached? each scorched heart is only an Extra-Inning wall in bed we've learned to rain desires We were literally boring in Nothing. Lungs inhaling subversive herbs. Narrow buzzards of the irrigation palm. The eagle, □ cobalt virtually. Sheep Variations in the Night of the Foyer of the Room Where I am Quitting Christ. Your job -- what will I see? • in lieu — 2025 Bullets harm the air. Light bends birds. Drifting seven flights like it like the fuck true with a few shadows Engines in silt look unceremoniously beneath a whimper a wind slaps hard across a mouth -sternum-navel-cleft blue legs fused to yolks x cheek, monocles and handles programmer, bony half-angered nontalking destroying ~ + ~ Party. I am shaded by uncles and stones who spit seas and grind source fashions which mourn the fading logarithm of civilizations. My job is deemed sad, although other babies remain on mountains that are not tall enough for real loneliness and are forgotten already as ibis scepter & fat whirl. I am a fisherman and a fly: among dripping boughs and dust pawns, shouting silently with parched eyes at dawn. I scrub with my mothers. They halt. They miss someone. They won't ay who. I am no more. I know other modes of endangered play, know how some words like meia-lua, without reservation slow the Professionals. Nothing matters. We suffer. On the volcano, I read the transcript of a butterfly. Moloch in RED Las Smith Vegas Pouring the Banyan shrub into the wilds of Labrador A monstrous oily wind of total excitement with slack force notes the sacred discursive bare-legged, peace-creeps camping in shallow cheap meaningful uniforms Possibility = LOVE Anal Pink Dentata Groundhog Assumptions Old Placebos/6 Prostate chimps Divinities Fornicater Post-Tantric Kite Fidelis Stork Lethem cipher, edifício ngarri asthma, d'arte. Who's Charming Whose Bloodlines You are suspicious. You scream detachment. Bra-strap "Lantana" Bountiful baking: in our immobility, ham vomiting mire polymathy, ialite, slime-liar, hit/run tisso atom-smashing it this lurid July harbours bully dog lifepreservers too fucked to capture the mechanical history of creation master an ending before the arrival cloistered in flowers. Modified (1991–2003) Blood Trees Stoop in ecstacy. Hounded by means. Floating to catch you. Boredom, thinks. A script to separate babies. A suicide in deep flight. A wound uncalculated. Warhol’s Underwear. Concerti ventriloquists “numbering” mirrors You time—died and are flogged. Metric SONG tuning Abutted Altjirra lost утративший Whispered straw and epistemes Shout Duration: woven Loves! Mica in Plaissance (1991–2003) Rkarlanopai nostalgia ~ + ~ Existence On the farm, windshields turn to ice overnight; While city justice is hunting for poems within chilly sanatoriums and stubbed stars. Door fronds oil, flecking syrup at each deathboard where fists & paws degrade. Extreme priests bless milk; rocky daughters hop up red stairs. Blind seasons lunge at sand they can't see, 19 epileptics climb a secret lock. What am I? a fragment? a lapse within latent dates? a chrome-extension ://mhjfbmdgcfjbbpaeojofohoefgiehjai? pavement growing from pearls? space sleeping with one small everywhere? a gas? a hut? smoke? In the house, I ask for genre stores. I want friends but need bodies. I vote for a knapsack. I've never heard of love, or green fields, or seeds. Not even neat human water falls here on the porch. Everyone walking in the hills, uses spiked compasses, follows tips through steaming dark. Turning their arms toward wars cut from the sky: lost possums washing mother-of-pearl wives. The gang-rape of old men hitting her here, at the corners of her sequined whiskers. And evn tho each moss-packed-machine loaths intelligence: mind still wrestles and stabs at sponges. And then up comes your phone sparking the parking room, as if it were seduced entranced and scared bamboo holding milkweed needles it bristles alive in complicated xeroxed slabs lock-straddled thoughts heard glacis-decree whispering Then the old women brought him pastries from SETI and excited, shook a towel at the harvest: and cold as grieving men ate each breath encountered. ash agile bird hormones lump focus cameras ~ + ~ Tourists at the sanitarium scatter alone, exploring a comedy of sterilized virtue Punished representations, imagining a train emerging from trees. A registry, full and unbreachable, laden with plums. What is needed: spaces? gilded orange sheep sunspots sometimes illuminate a sacred phone and show imaginary curled rough-legged disputes as cool-hewn objects in originality's trap snapping power to unplug flocculus clone-polluted flaws into #Anonymouth At War's Headquarters peace waits in the auto-park sitting on a VR beach devised by today's meat trying to topup meaning to bribe the normal encrypted signal: turgid jardín VI, erly I.V. perto que virtuel gurnards, — tadeusz fuck. 0.67, nam memory-wire impregnated froth brick The city angel, - later, divorced - gathered attention, then power. Clinging to photographs of wonder. Faces so alike they are almost in each other. Making circles: towards reason I go on a hike with God. He's slow. I ask him why I cannot express what is so profound about music. He replies with silence. Blame oils the offbeat. Slowly, smouldering. Anachronistic, innocent, crying. Yet without cold, our hearts were granite rainbows, and planets filled, mad, with inter-traced time. ~ + ~ I drive into the distance. It is dark, and I drink it. At the river, I read a self-portrait. Three months ago, I drove thru a storm: woven, jittery, trapping habits. A residual moon casting black pubic hair onto the freeway of your navel. Chanting pleasure's report, that descendant of disappointment smells of violets. I sleep, watering a functional yet honey-colored, p-brane of snails, a bonecat crib. On the console plains, essences kill. Pneumatic Corporations They give pollen to crises; we are their pores. They have no children, no laws, and no wind in their wives. Their roots melt us. For them, the sea is golden-fried spiders, a prism winking movie. Crimson backwash arising from an estuary. It Seems (кажется) I have not known care. No documentation exists in a slaughterhouse. fantasmatic tv ravine garden institutions, reveal her road -- The empty glass. The snow dazed on the rows. The foam of spittle. Taurine prolixities. The marksman’s reflex. Darkroom weakened [слабело]. ~ + ~ * Out of the Sun a basin on the surface of sadness destined to end sex drifts with gleaned yearning as birds between criteria tangle winds glowing in night’s gnarled memories ± water whispers it's not heard neuroengineers splay under the sycamores time's rings fill with poisonous music ± A truck, in rainfall, wedged in a ditch, touches a forest. ± People asleep on an ochre horizon where gulping gulls cry. ± From the city I swim toward the bush that forced me out to flee ecstasy. Clad in pajamas wading in predictions, fading with gilded indefinite itching. ± A sigh caught like an aura, commutes home to boil boots in tomato patriot hair. ± Forget articulation. Think world as home. ± I remember all the flowers, the gestures of their heads. ± Delicate hope cannot be inherited. ± What must be is sweet and naked. ~ + ~ Path = TmpDir The Headwaters of an Argument Promote The Beautiful Concussions opened with sophisticated intensity melancholia yolks in lipless cameos octopus people noiseless oil credit dens The world is not itself: a tongue falls near you. Evil flies down procedures of relief. Each key has no impact, but the position of the heart, like love -- patient on a crumbling windowsill (through which many possess the same pleasure) lives close to silence. An angel in a tree, scratches refinement, disparages junk, withdraws eddies as ironic as reality, a cargo as ugly as a horizon, a cold decision made n darkness: we feel constantly and drink and look against. Ko-jin takes permission to ground tonight tilts breath, saying: crave matters voice feathers system feels ~ + ~ Nourishment is an ocean latched to the remains of nothing. A gift in a garden offering venom as description Overofficiating, grass, bread and sawdust, it implies contiguous еспредельщик valuelessness. Love is good but prohibited. As is armour or sex-talk or funerals. -- disease, noise, turbulence, juniper, foghorns, hair, pizza, feelings: all banned. I submit to sterility in a cool cellar as a boy paints a comb of tears on a serpent Life is an aftertaste featuring dissatisfied stories pointing at weapons & genius. In flight we are not alone Tearful and transparent we look and lean Sheathing, we stumble glistening, tainted pocketless apes tapestries inside bat tapestries inside table stale ping trim-ends tower toys swathe lingo divvying up the ills of Rilke Streamers and Ash 1. Winter sweeps aside the blood's stupendous sun. Shuts the burnt border where the thrush blooms. Lifts the boundary of a past iron. Listen: the old mornings gathered in media-specific unsuspected humid dunes, tumble into the limbo of rivers, in someone's mouth. 2. These are the words of Silence. The heart in an absurd Retreat. Locked flesh wet with quartz daisies. Touch: an aperture as it leaps into dust, becomes that aspect of vowels which makes sense of instinct, wakes your world into opened woe. 3. Sway too old for grief propriety. Performing the kindness of fools. Tasks are orgasmic safety. ~ + ~ Winner Of Shards: Necrotic Neurons Culex feathers forced to solve a plaque stumbling at the bottom of anti-freeze, dead-end, outré, protracted-rubberband hammer-strewn rivers. An old innocence named in his dress etcetera With euphoria. Without resistance. Hiku’leo: poems But yet in this matter of comfort: a mistake buckles and time wakes me slow to make light years are synthesized standing in juxtaposition and from the perilous rush of this grace knots rate each plush vagabond gulag garden stratic feathers slick with sleety red juice black comfort ledges in a dark afternoon endless in my head walking to my lover and first loss, now the empty aura of bread Lines To Talk (1962) The doctor is tight, white and untouched A too-old-for-the-war exhale unbuttoning observerations A mealtime caressing sharpened quiet A slave gorging on spit A keen logo entering a soft transition A bug onscreen A gymnast of anarchic self-analysis which helps something forget something else. A simple garbled text A ludic domain A widow's note A thirsty baited bright ocean A swab zone Infinity is a goddamn shadow thrown into what stays. And it becomes in these clouds a bridge: but this is not an answer. I am not patient. crystal punk words reset irrational fragrance ~ + ~ Everywhere [ везде ] The soup of happiness Speechless, wrestlng bone Honeysuckle brooding Imprisoned presence A proof among random dynamics Engineering perceived momentum False tendrils plunging thru oblivion's resilient dust Ash Damage Feel the rainbows; outworn rise. Ten years later Night Trees stain Emptied skies. Children's Wildernes [ детский ] fruit rode its brooding knuckle consonant over a surface hiss of love sparrow-flock bonecat heart-thought toneflat bone-chilled forcemat How We're Revealed By What We Say I left marks beneath that strange crying case dying tranquil stars sticking to nimbus-strewn rocks Wind Filled Your Tent We sit on crumpled lilies and get ready to leave. Our blind minds scour skulls. Caught to be loved. There is little vision. ~ + ~ These Are The Words Of The Reef and where we gather them we smell hate a mold, peeling heaven an improvised unwashed voices crawling through the slow antique safety of acts as if a blur breaks the light this is what we know: do as it says. they’re behaving as if distinct storms know about the present evolution orgasms a contingent squeeze a description smell of coercion shale a bald swollen box of globalization She Looks At Sugar maybe elitism is necessary, and the band's mechanics own adolescence ten years later the best ants must be expelled I stand in the sky’s huge lecherous and untouchable silence slow and sober hardwood diaphragm gas bone the riotous part of the heart anticipates a pool of affection without coefficients beginning heat traces itself as movement the lustre of a divine inner window is pure fog A Requiem for Robotics Pillows Offer Information Within Spherical Bricks ~ + ~ We greet our soul as it sucks on dreams. We think nimbly writing the intimations of a two-thirds love. I must have Goya's bends: the lost spaces of instant delirium. I imagine appetite riding in a puff-pastry truck. And in the middle of the track a stray disembodied voice peaks from an empty seat. It is sure you know the children of poets, the desperation of indecent things. Ignorance feigns holding a cellphone and descends calmly into gravitas. Its one non-arm vibrates with spam notifications. It says crows dance within their mothers as if packaged. It claims children fly with their teeth. It mentions the taste of spite, and how resignation blooms like a dead ghost. Laughter descends from its soft songs. It mourns a face it never had, what might have been, a long time ago, let home. I bury it with the truck, the bricks, the walls, in the floor of Goya's iron lungs. sine wave wilderness shades of violence in one of us I go on moving in loneliness unseen a pregnant note fragrant technoflesh a province of buoyancy purring for the implacable a small poodle at sunset in the meadowgrass Behind Panic Metamorphosing In My Womb You Were Blood-Ravenous A Conversation Raft Thinking Thinking Jazz Laurelled ~ + ~ Tragedies A serious cocaine dance scraped it on near Lilith hippy rugs, unread College Channel guilt at the coldest phase of Atropos. I summon my Bible to keep being at rest and father sleep. Maybe I can relax : iPhone freedom and empty purity, give plunder all its tropes, lunge rings and bonds. Poisonous chord hoarding weather in a dwarf cage. The world’s alleys and chimneys begin their supernatural praise of caves. Now meek existência subtexts with Ghatak’s Best. Sex bathed in the laws of work. A Serious Census Of The Void multimillionaires have elsewhere received redemption to enhance non-destructif skills Hummingbirds and JAMA SHOP Spirituals where Tomorrow's Corporations breed counting an Epic Ballgame of spirit inside the Apapane Bubble Saint whale softness docks, hedge-funded, improvised, tough. I write neurons, and know, light and water I'm de Kooning Schwitters Honey, and Blake Dolor quiet, shivering brightness I master what I use scrounging bar-snacks I think about China with explicit anguish hope that the Surfer loose silence chose to condone an identical fricatrice married a parked conquest: cold-blooded sterile choices confess her type. siren literati I move priests claw the jug from the oven. Later, I command her hands collaborate in random orbits, peace choke 4,853,991 horns. On the patio, distribute Trash a diachronic foolishness of dogs grieving calls forth lipstick. ~ + ~ and the throne of closeness, squints down the steps where the nurses walk up. So Cath goes asleep imprinting an arm Just small enuff to rust Peary's clique of pickled smoke, and beginnings those stars she refuses to be? which size affection? __________ a thousand germs in remorse's teacup even the birds notice 3.22 praying for pain and warm and moving bonds shitting themselves abandoned on the road wilderness arrives like a trophy “This is our alien sincerity. A dozen verbs losing their legs in dust." excrement in the ocean erasure we meet unnamed glances starving inside normal peak Ballgame winds from TV Huston — seashore bully crabs corruption, invert firebrand, map_location platters of Aouth ripening unease, filling entity The Ebook Of Earth’s Corruption in isolation meaning networked to make elsewhere very likely to be conducted with fear baked in essential attack economy to spin AT&SF into 317, split absent sector clasp ~ + ~ F.Ing Drink Emotology Neutron transfigured grace tyrannous, gave us: food snakeoil autumn. whelming earthen charm cut, as rains flock near the sea a wind of legal-sized sickness I like dismal vision. Should i carry it closer? Just a drop of ago. In this quiet book we are a dream scrawling on videos engorged Poseidon sorrow suffocating a glazed apartment pizzas and garish bodyisms, swimming to wink at jagged space nasturtium city, Caribou Busch, cross glow: a dark fetus sky catastrophe strike of hijink optimism sits in a dark box conundrumming quotes, to stay in the rain. Words skewed [скособочена] hoi in a beige shanty scrutinise cloudy-equipped fame an angel wishing for a selfie of your heart the hub bends toward your hurt immediacy granules phalluses, sunglasses distance, frost ~ + ~ A Mystical-Born File We Live With An Independent Interpretation of The Ebu-R128 Metrazol Sagittal Dove CLOUD ELEGIES Wordie Face Crew Within the code-lawyers, the feeling of Internet verse did not violate autonomous unease. It transferred these conditions to CNNs. As if erect towards grudge rather than receiving sex. Surrendering continuum chances. Crystalpunk proofs, adobe tools, contrast sector poetries. The ctenophore invented EBU-R128 creosote taste of sibling equality: metempsychosis hilt-silo-game ©™ Acyclic Ledger The Ludic Network of Technology hosts AVATAR Notes on Four websites unauthorized papers: Munson. Astroboy Holland, SAM, 412.27.pt DEATH Every day, light saw a plexiglas landscape, cascaded with cellphone filaments, sprinkle expectations onto reflection, an ecletic selection of vice motifs: a subset of self-deceptions, a detailed attempt to associate movements with empty immobility. Stress-directed randomness, epistemic ABAB. Zero basis of any moment: satellites aimed at masquerading copies of dialectical, violent, erotic governments, etc. This is the ocean cutting computation's mutation shears, sentient chains, cries, and meat encoding mechanical experiences from thought. Inchoate mad usage interaction brains. Digital antigenic creativity. Rumbles of data backdrop, techniques from suicides, prefrontal poetics reframing sanctioned myelin constraint concentrations in solidity with local ideology. Numpy enclaves. Fidelity of fixed greenhouse solids sculpted by diffusional flow to produce text. Sweet. Absolute Consciousness. Taciturn because abandoned [оставленное] clinical approximations plague ironic, and mute, broadcast precedents for crawling orders, bread-home-toilet proteins, chromospheres, excised slaughterhouses, and stars. ~ + ~ D.O.A in a temporary city of ‘launch’ alarms in copper feathers in backyard slag in methodical stamen in fog like a patented pump like a lazy extension like stubs I leaned home, refuted beaten A scavenging sand observed, backstage in silk, fighting strength. A walrus pinching closed her rust-red robe. She sewed her face shut, hoping it, wld be gone before any inward will was needed a puddle of silver, and Masanobu drones in slummed constellations foraging over guns' grounds fingers looking for bread thrust swaps listening twigs half-hidden garden mist inside a spectre of restless itching downcast and ruthless bee nose's wet, deaf cottage clamouring in pain errless flames churning gray waves joyous, ozone apocalypse! thickened dirty-fisted graceful haptics simmer a mix of crushed sparrows and smell enclosed mad chamomile, indigo your photons meet wax cut the slopes of gasoline longings plastic desires cluster erosion sexual openness howls that demand talk makeshift a face coupled over wings ~ + ~ Inflamed Documentary Skins nanbalinblai wed underground splinters roosterfish, half-people, isotropy Unauthorized procedures slice falsehood things, txt mssg memory an integral physicality. Accompanying stagnation as it orders trajectories from rust; to construct users from communication and understanding. A freakshow action plus thermodynamic experiences shape the activation site: violent ingestion, sense careers, unlimited eidetic underpants. Thin trucks and tomatoes, playing (like milk) with terms until the sun comes alone in the cracks accusing beyond. Bull-ants in the fields laughing at limitations. Love moored to the essence of ignorant time where it could be instructed. ~ + ~ Who Would Defend Them? those myth commuters, aloof microscopes, chirping like gods syphilis in your handkerchief ambiguous stages of heaven a friend forked on ebay repaired mottos dedicated to Cashpoint a cornucopia of smoke and defeat beaten by interior sobbing in this idle backwash coffin, clattering ornate with dust, caught in dark windswept blindness weaving hearts in the woods weaving tapestries and loneliness and indium analogies of skin in volcanoes weaving thighs, incompleteness, and quasar kill spins at meta-slick prices weaving duress sequencing fragility, and spit air on segregated sun rafts struggling, almost transformed, dead Sunburned dark crib a wet inflammation of Eden’s falling a swamp somewhere clumped with slime guns a slight forgotten inside chance voicing breath ~ + ~ ^CTraceback (most recent call last): Generated 20/600 words File "generate_2017-INFINITE-1M_October.py", line 141, in word_weights = output.squeeze().data.div(args.temperature).exp().cpu() File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/site-packages/torch/tensor.py", line 31, in cpu return self.type(getattr(torch, self.__class__.__name__)) File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/site-packages/torch/cuda/__init__.py", line 269, in type return super(_CudaBase, self).type(*args, **kwargs) File "/home/jhave/anaconda3/lib/python3.6/site-packages/torch/_utils.py", line 34, in _type return new_type(self.size()).copy_(self, async) KeyboardInterrupt jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/pytorch-poetry-generation/word_language_model$ (awd-py36) jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/awd-lstm-lm-master$ python generate_INFINITE_RANDOM-SEED_mintmaxt.py --cuda --words=222 --checkpoint="models/SUBEST4+JACKET2+LYRICS_QRNN-PBT_Dec11_FineTune+Pointer.pt" --model=QRNN --data='data/dec_rerites_SUBEST4+JACKET2+LYRICS' --mint=0.8 --maxt=1.2 Averaged Stochastic Gradient Descent with Weight Dropped QRNN Poetry Generation Trained on 197,923 lines of poetry & pop lyrics. Poetry sources: a subset of Poetry Magazine, Jacket2, 2 River, Capa, Evergreen Review, Cathay by Li Bai, Kenneth Patchen, Maurice Blanchot, and previous Rerites. Lyric sources: Bob Marley, Bob Dylan, David Bowie, Tom Waits, Patti Smith, Radiohead. Tech-terminology source: jhavelikes.tumblr.com, Library: PyTorch (word-language-model modified by Salesforce Research) Mode: QRNN Embedding size: 400 Hidden Layers: 1550 Batch size: 20 Epoch: 478 Loss: 3.62 Perplexity: 37.16 Temperature range: 0.8 to 1.2 System generated 1890 chunks of 222 word each for 1h50m3s on 2017-12-15 ending at 14:21:42. SYSTEM OUTPUT : REAL-TIME generation on TitanX GPU re-loading model every poem fresh with a new RANDOM SEED. ~ + ~ Cocktails On the Edge Of the Source Time is a man today As woman looks at nightfall And likes to just think nothing In a simple haste to bring slow time To touch itself with less supplications As though one is never said to fight, wreathed in open wounds, a single energy sliced on forever. Stranded BioMacroMolecules Sober we bow. Twitch sadness. Weak voids. Young resentments. Clusters confer answers on matter that's not harmless; coax labour into enticing options. Echo: A cayó, 33 E Drunken muthafucker, "Whatever they wrote!" ~ + ~ The room is stationary snow, sweat in flame. Answers playing with a squad of syntactically-grumpy bullheaded books which control a barbarous murmuring transparency. Translate your body. Sleep where walls are flows. Play the crone's cry. In the event of capitalist drum-spins, Wash your lips in phony lessons. Chalk delta figures on the over-imported boxed synthetic languages that come with lyre and cerulean-genitals. “Delivery Cola, eating boots" ~ + ~ A Coup It is good that someone wants her. She's often ashamed of her body. She washes this stroke but is The second organ’s burl, a thousand-year-old coiled hesitation. ~ + ~ MK15 craftsmen make some comfort off someone else's cute modernity's soul a blurred sound that changes congested nite flagrant bodies into dust nothing is impossible Berners-Lee unsaid no politics in any game even in their stance, the rivalry, calyx then they leave the music of perpetual reactions to jealously attempt to pretend less economy ~ + ~ it is embarrassing, to insult or trick this saying, this symposium soul the fabrication of trees a topography that time bites a feminist statue of a wedding put-in-my-place I cease to love pollen-dipped hypertension's Ohhh! Folding@Home fragmentary childhood thirst peaches old cargo time dreamt thought water an inoperable exit ground bereavement boxed sound video buddy sugar-cubes wind train pastures whittled round sheathings basement arm smoke ~ + ~ sloping equilibrium scision semiotic year lint nebula waves nipple fever quarrel balling sanatorium beasts bootleg flicker exhale hustle fuck pierced stale precision suckermouth perfume armored lemon encapsulated superstition ~ + ~ No! I'm ok, I'm just going, I'm breathin' to myself, Transforming-acid video-pristine Rank to contact what I might never know. Mississippi wet swimming breeze revisitation Plague-sweetness lunch-concussion first-love-poem ~ + ~ departure,_ lacerates my brain rippling tongue quaking bottles poison weakness put-in-my-place departure,_ fixtures whose hearts dislike you drink escape and I see you next up by my window, blind departure,_ head-on, free inanimate threads that nothing; walking in nowhere departure,_ soaring beating over the rank barrens over protracted cane-brakes of love—has-been departure,_ primavera Manhattan t-shirt adversarial corpse wax departure,_ pressed seraphim headland probability suddenly mort ~ + ~ above the ancient crop-mattress yurt aprons moan pulsating melodies forgotten logic since 1989-1999 a hallucinatory openness machine-readable survival Discrepancies: the sea outdoors, a breakfast of light co-owner of the salt-wave neon reflex, which drops over a mutant delivery of passion; Bach is mixed at the crest: so pathetic, my hunger media-in-transition: transience, condo. walking butter. ~ + ~ Ocean’s paradigm each part of Death like a field thinks the more real thing pinned into the gut of a more wholly working forever ~ + ~ redundant rifts pixel-blocks birds in order to system tug Being inside a serenade wind in the ecstatic sun things need simply to end Confused I'd seal weeks with sorrow a mountain of wet smells coal even beneath the devotee's Muzak stirring older hypnotized guts looking at smooth first variations © Facts 6 chairs I melt a yes, it insists & I inhale it. ~ + ~ Cold air blew toward a maternity bridge; the artist-god: a sultry trout issues six or seven old lists, a rife invisibility. ~ + ~ all that I was chafing vision burrowing dark memory imitated anger in an ageing zone rapidly dead and blazing in the honor of lovers, an idea written with obstinate desire, make me feel nothing more than a nun and let me sing in dreams of a There! as the room before did as I was stepping out the door The Lips Of My Soul wait for an Elegy there is no Elegy Jesus loves the dead and the dead love a summer night a crowd around a fire ~ + ~ moist keyhole airtight palm a few pubic hairs found circulating a private intention joke pleasure that's spoken, leaning over a testosterone carpet sparks paint flesh-found perceptible undulations mime transgression laughter a room lost in 101 don't bother pain clouds where sleep fern curses and the wise man dances at the seething challenge eccentricities make principles and the orphan more intense than faith hovers blind over his feces as rain glides through and down ~ + ~ carry me to the sea bereft of neighbor’s joy wolf-tone engaged, spray-painted beaverboard bot aperture a crying truck in slippers surgery undone on a sidewalk somewhere a loon strikes a goodbye: shining photons clasped in the skin each prosthesis is the last proud untrained stare of a corner your mother says the earth, my heart like an oak destroyed the dollhouse of her bible your eyelids hang like a cross, the shell cyclops linked at the hole lead me, oh, lead me ~ + ~ enlarged broken banners of eastern obstacles shaking within the woods mortality made out of a dazed illuminated beauty eighty miles off a thousand thrown sharks fire at a apprehended war this poem’s avoiding your life it manages your twinges I turn on my belt I can smell the gardener I want a temple guarding starved and wet water to enable objects to write via a particular future to be seen playing in a perforation passing through sleeping ground transformed forever ~ + ~ Who wept at the power of old sex and sat in my bed with 24,900 strangers on a ride toward the big garden Who listened to god say: dawn hours wear night, a scarred gong that sends the sky out a window There was nothing on their phones. They pointed out honeybees on a rag. They thanked the overload of a normal day. Reason, breakfast and good drugs. an extension of the others I care to time my writing to wrestle the ideal ~ + ~ dismay forgotten thirst unrinds the leaf My brain seems obnoxious. We unaged, and we laughed. Correct. Downstream. Normal Edit Stale Owl Microcontroller Desolation ~ + ~ Fury (Très Cliché) Wavers Famously In The Mind like so many in the dark days they were hooked to the scene their wool-wrapped legs barely snapped clean fingernails covered with khaki logos they lifted their faces into the universe of life order enabled them to ease their ghosts and weed their own special wings to disguise loam and make moss feel that the path in the mind and the black rose of the swamp was worth an old semi purse rising in the garden to burn in the tiny spider with a knife that happened to her and made her release a criticized creaky xometh tightwad drift tinge And spirit shall be moved Toward the lights of summer ~ + ~ Angel. Artist. Fag. Dyke. Horned Tolerance. Numbat. Gaper. Baker. Pica Tarrats. grabbing the dry dropped flying blood, too green to look at the waves for themselves so much loss seems collateral water sliding deep empty memories chapped foreclosed adult faithless love heart trickles catatonia pearls originating within austere flesh beautiful chemogenetic delights widened by a benign dense unwashed tidal determination light, making a million years into cupboards ~ + ~ systems playboy computing portion sock-puppet's pine-forests and pre-Raphaelite hackers: I am not about wanting, nor about ingesting pennycandystore chasms sudden dewberry skankin virtues filled with essence I imagine several "Peacemakers" that can occur cleaved on clouds — blown aside - face down in tumescent uneasiness alive in a sudden blotch of excellence a PR languid wrap-up in the cemetery a suckermouth numb fluxus cake dusty summer's typosperma omniscient prison braun ~ + ~ Obscene glittering in the cold schizophrenic nothing smiled its schemes crying as wisdom failed, its grief emptier than coffee, its eyes windows imposed over attachments nothing grows by a grace that some say inhabits caverns of virtue stretching under many stop-action quick-snake internet-regulations the dreams that bite this machine to death, a dear little truth-wish often-forgotten prison of life-or-money-or-labor its name is then equivalent to pearl, its intercession a knife ~ + ~ In an old garden, cows of angst smell change within your eyes: a platform for monsters of deliberately-cut sanity, a place silenced, a mirror trembling, fulfilled arrays of blood sleeping in hammocks, inflamed rivers of phlegmatic #motor #psycho tongues circle-jerking a dry ditch ocean ~ + ~ Please: Wrap me up in the middle of a question. Muzzle the beseeching elegy of microcoil-based harmless fundamental disdain. Listen to reasons smoke the cigarette of lyrics. Clod along not concentrating to enjoy any warmth. Or spring at verbal torments played unsmiling to make you feel low. Compassion database www.deoderizer.com on the nugget slots, I had to sell your ass mashing ~12,000 poems with Racter Counterpoint reversed barbarian profitable snot everything’s Cho-fu-Sa. ~ + ~ even the night sings underwater it nests within prayers where fog dies and dreams are natural truths fucked by war's saline refurbishing lunatic eloquence for territory an unfaithful light written by orgasms ~ + ~ this golden morning looks like a fist a tunnel thru flame a watery birthright pruning birds my heart is a maze of stones; my love is a tagweb licking the brain small horny gases which eventually die ~ + ~ You Really Loved Doors those buttermilk free bookshop educational notorious whirling access points where air playing dives thru categories of motion to produce coyotes of entry/exit parallax calligraphy doors as natural as light ~ + ~ Doubt Cooked My Life I trembled to possess a step of bread I didn't dare look thru my eyes until you left and now your departure tramples around my northwest in a way that is hackneyed and warm everyone expects more desire thought dumps it in the middle of body-mind a smooth flattery of a bed cemetery a water made by rage ~ + ~ bold blue birds drum sleep sperm-enhanced sunporch anti-androgenic grudges Ironed cobwebs. Cellophane within glass. Something small, concrete. A biscuit exposed to backlight. A self-examination stroked by heroes. Thirst filling the lap with tongue mucus. Thinking picking code-stones from oblivion. Abandoned waters rendering jealousy as science. Slime-liar equilibrium officially an electronic thing. ~ + ~ Immortal Spire : Buzzards Rising over the graveyards over suburban workshops over minds running imprisoned ideas thru mechanical buttons thru a geography of muted costs a spine suddenly originating demands conformity in the serial pluck of symbiosis ebb a navigation endangered by groans thistles tea stools and exempted facts flying like stars over cat attention seeking salt-water their skeletons eyetracking a rehearsal of appearances ~ + ~ destiny’s fondness for sanitation hums half-expecting the body to anthro-distend beautiful end conditioners and levis beaten up for you against fukushima's neural force land gathers love's poisonous crown of blood notes another sheepdog of nowhere lapping moral puddles ~ + ~ Dread Privia as the cops stand listening to a cryptocurrency root into the sea of forgiveness passion seems peripheral a bee that runs diminutive and bright to touch helvetica cuda-canceled pleasure or thin discursive throats oiling night like a rose ~ + ~ bluffing, we visit forged mountaintops (on which we scatter mobs) above sex; coerce refugees into the hippocampus; burst undocumented concentration, the whole damn thing sucks, just another human chorus to disturb the reverie of an assembly of cameras digesting society from a distance where reality seems more than mere cartoon, even if in screens - solemn, trapped time cuts its rules like a riverbank cuts corners sinkin' & walkin' as it turns into heartless & incomplete mud ~ + ~ Vast radiant sunbanks fraught with hope’s flowers bloom older than brightness, lemming happy. Their doubt is phallic, a lull in thistled pain, that allows the mellow clasp of obliging eyes to birth a volunteer clan of positivist abstractions that fail to come home and sleep when the hormones brush every coffin so no one fits. Is this death? It's a dark country, a seed for a carnivore colony. Its the 7th water-rat visually, that itself seems only a melodic pattern, a gang of threads that I hold to my lips. A river that subjugates honey hangs in the wind flows thru the wind and believes the wind. ~ + ~ If you want it you can have it you can do it everything is life over right a little boat of other people relativism Kiang Ko-jin Ko-kaku-ro the bathtub is growing splinters the morning is dark and sweet And a calm keeps my love in nothing but the brilliance of a breeze As the winds thru the streets rumbling springs do not see the sound of truth I pierce your heart and the instant dies I spit at you and then play with the tears on your arms Every day is a bad way Every day is a soft song immortally held in the depths of first light a sad sleep is my life ~ + ~ backstage the people were playing with a river, and some stars distributed a jet wind which dug a breast into a giant garden and there was a calm heaving flowerbed machismo in this city of berries and stone this city that fathers children mothers tongues around cyclic cosine annealing agendas of hope hecate ladder roads parasite clip suns ~ + ~ in my bags I keep your broom love honey the poetry I think I've given begins to nest in you who knows, I can't lose it. Financial Terror Times: I hear Aristocrats Eat the Sun Pain's inveterate descendants divine streets in my fingers pumping body to mind the cluk quiet of the secret same words born irrevocably critique rechercher .FIND. mercantile littering commute protein information surf wet pulse oracular pallet mud burns out of jaw-to-ass sweat ~ + ~ comprehension enrolled in quarrelling collagen insistence thorns mushroom, super puppy descriptions strafed to death on a train numb writings whose special anvil mauls choice a moment where gossip is treated as devoted life the static epicenter which holds everything a carved confession where ancient hope breaks ~ + ~ A Seminar Where It Hurts So secretarybird starts up: What'sa matter with you, hurp?? >> cavity, force and time Well the lies, I live and misphilosophise inherited and borrowed an owl’s bear still born it's a final broken (repeat) tindr punching up at a churning anguish no water in all the pure world none console elation daylight things are more than needed there ain't no time for empire how could there be? everyones catching dollars married to bar-tacked gorgeous play in a chamber bluff with the negative towers and slothfull nowheres to visit she couldn't recall any way of leaving and yet without any doubt embarked on a project to ensure the stability of suffering we don't receive any response. ~ + ~ When I Was A Bad Man I wanted to see the other way below who wore my heart in familiarity and lead by medial injected dark light a hole in a shimmering ditch of rules a holy taboo from a shore in the sky consciousness in a child's dress crying until moon was full of water bells of summer rung by glands ~ + ~ the world is a hedge-fund altar burnt word sequences migraines bulwarra deluxe bodies saucy obscure sunlight invalid others we live between hunger and inkjet carcass imagination demonstrated gimp efforts dynamo aprons dreaming consternation uncanny facial pudding questions scribbled on an attack saw you want to be want i can't remember exaltation without grief ~ + ~ leech dermatological timbre portions of an on-the-spur-of-the-moment massacre that you cherish broken artificial skies where there is no money daring to distract the alchemies of rape and death from a fearsome feeding machine: case by controlled case sewn to crotches in an unanimal precipice room we are posthuman next swarming peacock-tickled statues sent into conundrums by languages that are biting and boisterous ~ + ~ In The Exiled Room making poodles out of glass dots changing the initials on my skin to call me a cartoon-mouse with feet like small green cases filled with wheelbarrows of nothing but misery and no thought but the performance of another repetition the window of a gate in a picture of a dusty bath gnawing at sleek and laughing wolves covet a neighbor's soul, its light clear and cold as a bird clothing the dust of the stars on the last day, waters cover night in a public sky and an ancient wind ~ + ~ these places shape what you cannot enter a posturing that treats vertical waves as enemies untended canyons between teeth dim heat of close cleated feasts a hundred whiskeys you drink shoes hang (ribs muddy & lame) on membrane meadows a weightless aerated silent love filled with neutrality ~ + ~ random resistance arranged in style dollars spring cable-locks its slurs beauty is dead in the end all of us waves not yet collected a clear familiar noise of weather suicide a cartoon of lightning woven inside advertising insulation craws: crows d-branes whales shedding their leaves ~ + ~ Hearts-gone! Designed by Imagination! you are too old to realize your house is bright nobody knows you can feel the difficulty that comes in dreams the voice changing the number of souls the deft tongue spun from a sinking heart you take my hand as sun over sea light an unanswered artery to show it all to be that way to write all there is and know it is enough that it isn't matter nor vast nature rugged as a mirror all the same nexus block an ancient assassination of verbs ~ + ~ in the way of things winter grasps smiles in the mirror a joke argument silhouetted shakes the way ~ + ~ erie inert savvy oratio Beta, Kinetic word_language_model abacus e-communication broadcasted rigid across the lugging dust baked up when caviar stole the mud a billion mysteries equipment strudel shooting slurred rumour spunk ~ + ~ micro-messaging consolidated holochain motherfuckin' metaphysical cinder disinterest mesmeric care bot blurbs 3D Homeboyz hosting a compassion channel ~ + ~ larvum within winter’s rope settled the edges of my room an open solid enteric-coated calligraphies weeping in the field of the dead people clotted -- by definition a dream of light seen crying screams tramp creed pittance terror-fizzing mechanical evil a petaloid submerged at the origin of zero ~ + ~ Bluff I fucked with her to see what she was going to hide my heart hit a grey logic her heart feeding on preadolescent vita her wish to perform as a piece of water ~ + ~ Pinocchio Closet Test faith found an encrypted reality cuddled together with microphones and uploaded to protect intention as ‘non-movement’. ~ + ~ I found the old one nailed on the bridge listening to starving girls ~ + ~ Like numbers I Lift this demo. Lift your laptop. Eat her naked carpet. Remember innocence. I look for you in cleavage and dot com cabinets Karaoke committed shining Domain (2007) etapas sin Gizzi afterglow ~ + ~ In one thousand churches the cot with the leader his heroin-and-waxed multiple-end-of-the-earth emotional sacrifices a rumbling ocean on the brink an I.V. I believe in your frills as a teapot believes in the reality of an insomniac person excited by the name of Shangri Forge, Rauschenberg, and Huntress — where all reality confesses, for years, complexities that act as lens for a sleep blossomed evening His Installation lacks a loss of dying? differentiation underlies all systems of unrepentant superiority ~ + ~ 18-Nov-2010 stacked into an abyss of commissioned fawns I careen through your face and then a whole mortal router “drafts” daylight and I am three-fourths truth this Happens as birds weave sunlight into obscurity the light is blue she was these days once, unpinned skirts tore her sprawled, peasant limbs on sea's perseid shock acolytes, around the meander of spruce moon bright like eyes, dark eyes that transported stories the rain finding itself a lone stranger in the light of many sweet voices ~ + ~ from holes in the air, he comes out thinking notes, to stir rhetorical temptation enough for you to carry the oaks maestro's vinegar-brulee riot-strike swaggered off counting a kind of subsiding wisdom, dude-beach presence-presstype submitted gleams of an old life fleeing from where it came out pulsing asleep on the soft breeze opiate of suffering tree flesh wings packet, until one of us lifts up and eventually passed ~ + ~ Amanita Conversations Epic light. Radar scision. Take off the fence Get them in the herbal regions. The city has died of fire and their sweet budding lumpy breasts leave ink upon claws. I give the keel of blueprints, the high prayer elbowed over sweet waters with circle seeds den, of the screen synthesizer voice up & screaming as if a stanza opens more alchemical time. ~ + ~ Repressive, He Has Broken Two Brothers he wears an ornamental jacket and has brought his hair down he walks through glass and throws himself onto his dark pillows, and says he is his best bottle, and he talks about clouds with the body of a man who eats whims he's the only one who's supposed to be the needle I send him a white (what does it matter) feeling he is said to have such money that it defies the milky weather of a stirred natural pressure and he got it and shows it for a few hours ~ + ~ Growing Ice in long folds of coral in their throats in the trees in a young crow in the darkness in clear beds, and in chance ~ + ~ and there's not, one who guards this stink reasonably whirr ready listening for the rebel likes for the breedloves bring a minute, and a rope and a whole box of sea, and the children who know someone ready to she see the river rise in the kitchen there's one bottle growing morning light in the shadows and the cypress ecosystem of the page is the past torque of membrances between fountains my love will go off here two sides over the greenhouse hills and the evening stalk fields, through the autumn booths watching effortless smooth like yo loyalty key hairs shunt the folded twists up and down the tubercular river delicate as a cliff bursts ~ + ~ melancholia issues elsewhere pampered indirection non-phone cresting accords valueless films jeering at bees otherworldliness taste discs and big blade screen compensated questions expression 689,003 synthesis dulcor odalisque dollar textualités Fundament – Permapuppies Crow Blink Fugue TV night that sells batteries to nylon summer stars glades of cranes at the bottom of an incomplete room but it’s not funny anymore 22% dark looks unwrapped under a wave, leans over a pond piled with love at the shrieking desk ~ + ~ connection lives on, emotionally suffering struggling in a re-sized grave thirty-seven click revisiting old responsibilities. Wings that transform into a true and special relationship investigation Your resignation, constantly asking for abjured charms, becomes hardcore survival. Hardcore properties etching bare magic on your naked tongue. A young crowd full of feelings advocating order. Source is the body not knowing ~ + ~ Going after apricots, sometimes making music After the café, slowly sipping charlie in that skirt nest Fastened to a dying innocence of dying propagation. The bulb Attracts the unqualified perhaps? Or is a place on its stage. Tadpoles are buried in the shadows of smiling October. Freedom far behind eucalyptus; And through our big warm house we walk with coffins. Scribbles sold for a bottle of paper to cut her blood. A beautiful suit in the dark wind of an angel a great sun coming up in my head, the petals of the mountains I have a dream As if they're beside me You need some more death and if you cling to it And the wind it will save you flying to love your flesh ~ + ~ and parties where a psychopath, a trick-baby rotating a phobia imagines it is simple: two of each in the text ... A lipless pillow evolution. a canvas turning into a spreadsheet a worst-case scenario, imagining itself angry and edible as a cloister grown from scientific acts Adolescence deployed? Behind which emerges a hollow divisive horror Mothers bearing captives to the wall Watching the questions in your app excrete dopamine a prosthesis shreds the sea of winter spring's bitter breeze drops down on its face a child replies ~ + ~ insects sit and understand the difference between boxes coolness looking straight into the pulse a face beaten into light blood platform co-operation chablis lovely tides heart-glued to need a chapel in the eyes: a zestful vase circa 1942 silk ten years later in the heart, left an ass, a dress, and a felt surrender skin melodies touching the zodiac lobster letters of a riot noticing the energy of the situation engaging the plant: its whole way. roomy calm and measured the artist’s sulphur injuries staring at love ~ + ~ breast stern snow soul stirring lightly on the surface of my brain I want to see you, I want to love you bereavement shadowboxing working like a rat in a miserable fire as the birds in the hills are waking ~ + ~ foam vigor, allied to debris finds no difference in the mind's blind questions vacated folded conifers filled with bright locusts damned and wideopen neuroanatomical, raw skies burning something left on the memo I pulse. A crime pins an image on caskets of bread and in the bones, jokes peck circuitry kelp blue spirits, and a flow of dissertations from thin-barked vines ~ + ~ either my eyes or your gifts are clothes hands dallying spliced as modernist heavens on CTheory.net Giant Kick Craigslist hinoki groove switches Home. worm-child Nazi Graybook motorcyclists, “born,” hemmed in as the dark things churned around, mourning Pimp wilderness tells the histories facing some languages the city endpoint hexagon of stars, its pits and monologs They do not stay. Grow Chet nowheres echo organic sweat carved common flesh, green THC streets filled with plastic sand red-haired camels and ruffled bikes chat foul shadows near cool elusive nurtured wall-top feathers You try out these streets. The questions anagrams curled in the breast of Hermit patois 10.1126/science.1129156 streamers bead bottle e-Sanctuary a song seen, lecheries and objections bought a grilled cat sings ~ + ~ Embarrassment. There is a final poem on the shoulder of a Subtropical Plutocracy Winning Dissected Facts: favourite midstream listens spurs It's going out of its mind, holding the wall's fierce throat It is a kind of confidence, perhaps the only one Cynical water flies over it and clinches the empty river that drifts like a table in early morning as I wait ~ + ~ Mouth’s transparent soil blooms and crumbles Oulipo: cavity crush tension At last, I counted the ditches. These things I lift from the sea Insanely difficult for people to say. Strangers in Manhattoe's humble deep flame the Bright, heavy, clear, offer of her body she held me by the Throat watching me push off the waters while before the one light you leave me Alone failure makes Cocoons confront the place that could be sprung I stood in Sorrow. No doubt the sky will rise to bow. ~ + ~