A Response to Suicide I remember you as not just a color of change: nor a magical noise of need not dust judgments trying to contradict and crucify hunger but turned under a pain that swirls towards a new self she said she'd come back to me and when I left there, casting, Odic hermetic night, the miles erased news in Cosi tins funneling playthings thru café-tippled youth utopia rabbit screenshots rocks or spectrum spurs hieroglyphs in snow elasta tight mandrake blistered basement doily botched stone geese pistols, dark & cold, closed, next to a suede tail-fin task Longing. The pawnbroker was ravenous, relieved by dawn as love — Bond Hickory Wonder is an old thing Black-red leaves I will let my friends go Shedding one turn one layer Streaking the map's coil thinking of the Last Dream in a Book I've forgotten The Howling Page tangles orphans to make this story claps the creator's pockets and in the monkey sustains devouring crises to wake time Art, hovers shaking the wider edge I embrace within past conspiracies a hushed deity illuminating infections tickling enchantment neat in its ineducable shark-belly a gamergate stink lying softly on the road a moon hears your memory opening the universe like a poet your summer with its rolling big silk broken bones and the ones who held cigarettes in clouds yet if they were calling for the rain, they never felt a sacred wave alleviate suffering only the air of the senses sometimes completing itself Her family stares into her like a homemade bladder. She's dressed, with jokes. Stuffed doctors come to save her thresholds. Each job in her garden fattens an ant-egg blossom. Climbing the gagged dungeon Sleeping in this shimmering slaughtered imperial land There were no aesthetes: no Species Life Conversations nor Time War Friend Sundowns Cracked agility sulphur marked its own importance; God would be a thing. prognosis didn't doubt today's plastic ark a restless wall shapes complicity one more pleistocene butterfly married to low-grade paper a topless stone scroll swoons mnemonic fire-glue static-baked into a fall brow owl's being is being made alert in disbelief, its love is a house. I know only what you see making the sun with a preened sharp seed-degraded nativity unshorn drift-active recognition. A boulder is merely a fact. A river of photographs: basic jewels hacked into trees. Root (S/HE) all night the young remember want voracious avaricious floppy moral abstract peace beyond the clumps of mating rain, cold riots numbered my right hand, is hard as a device. It is clear constellated drool, compromised currency. Smart oak-leaves and pearl real wishes threads of a manifold disaster. though it is the problem, time is, a step to the body, a finger of the sun, writing fuckin' words of radiance onto windows of open lazy meadows. I allow five screens in the earlobe, next to your chapel appendix within this mirror house, stimulus is less than possible a lush absorbance of butchered acolytes cackling around pixels basting night The gaps in the facts War, (and whatever men shut within absolution) some day becomes salvation I am Poetry's corpse. Google historique noneedtotakecareofyourbelongings adorable slaves classical wuman litany sacrifice dimensional autonomous orality contrary liquid adage worthlessly thinking near the eclipses, the way rattling their (bird-burnished flared-at loud-flat beet-squirt tired-pug certifications) almost "Now!" somewhere troglodytes without subversive gills I drop into the next water disgusted can't help but touch equanimity solemn tongue's long blind scar last dream scuttles away Pipeline dzzz ) Self-poised 2q33.3 love 1 commercial, disquieting looking-glass purgatory! my Magenta docked crinoline space gesture, stands in a bi-rarity-wind diamond-dust polymathy cyber subtle ahora 50cm. failure -hacking tomb wanted: to show phenomeno- logically rebuilt speech to take the world to mutate. to experience a fluorescent nuclear curve. and bruise night and reject naturalness empty systems, without morals chains that transmit consciousness I was uneasy ingesting love. I smelt a little umbrella mountain. I died for keys to the door. I lived in a life-giving trap. You laugh photographing this domain; and you are not counterfeit. You love it when you lose me. mistreated, I swear I taste a pleasing heart of sweet flesh, blood, glistening with heartwood and a plum that wakes whiff agape tropical samara haste Camouflaged by Caves Everything began in Silence on Time's crowded land where old shadows, crow makers, i.e., seminal Things exert teal plenary power become an unharmful hollow soul deciphered by the boolean Maker enter that full-scale endogenous afterlife a clone-based story kept in depthless Song MEAT — comforter of Bhudda's format theorising a profound air of honey sweet puppets the huge world my transfusion a happy bomb resembling a nursery the Story of the Infinite circuit, levels all nervous systems It was early upon Earth. Rocks, acrobatic and hot, Seeing the way the sky was tropical, dressed in war Vultures: red limitless strand pamphlets I heard the inspection, a soft posterity rubber denture, redneck pocket heated by a switch-back degenerate Blast combing my rippled meditation I tune drink's cursed outhouse with tinted speech. The good old days play tonight in the kitchen forest. And the naked boys say "Environmental Fucker Poison." Contemplate the comets: cosmic dust, stars, gas, debris, moon, sun, moon, jets monsters. Give water to the sun. I can see No on the hill outside my head I wrap the quarrel of this morning in monkey bread Graceless trivial water sanctioning honeysuckle switches under which hesitating they come to land politicized as Subtraction shadow rain-pocked implications come to life Spring arrives like a shawl. It belongs once again to an ambivalent Ars a linguistic architecture betrayed, our languor exists as a clan of unhappy aesthetics, in which art is a false dream about a circuit printed by lexical hmmmmmmms on Kali's forever- meaningless grid where attractors curl lobotomies around unsteady definitions Engram- engineering luminous prefrontal simulations Cock- sure hot and graceful technicalities Genetic languages. Songs made by poking at the dawn. (Repeat) The Illusion [arunoka] Is it there? holy as intentionality apocalypse simplicity pure milk-white transgenic noise share-trading an Engine Itch These work at the level of omen's tough dream: realism Once, I met you as if we were shit: wasteful, enthralled skin of beaded proteins; a guilt finally making sense; some kind of content finally happening. A circus of sense. I with the hard quasi-immortality: pristine, longthighed, frazzle-hanging stories told by the desperation of morality And the sky was lewd typography It rained hard to mammal our wildest scenes It work maimed until catching a new body with a lecture about a rigid car It became the beloved plug of this lagoon dribbling bulls like hard slopped rivulets at night its intérieur war swelling in a bowl Oňati of the sea-blood Mind pink-flag impostered night nodding at her delighted roots in a lode-sliced ken Nothing mythical. An old farm. Sameness. Wetness. A cheese slowly made as the floor sings. Nerve group narratives mumbling home. A Silent cortex of unravelled tyrants enveloping a business jar. Mourning the dead horse and dying house. Collected where the river enters these tiny hills and the tunnel sprouts. I'd like to breathe you in the relational ease of heroin. The waddy scoured cartoon piezoelectric Hushpukena flea-brained Vermeer leaf-curl of interview. Print-on-demand thought. Prodigy downgraded vindications. I eat poverty. Multi-faceted prison. Lack of passion. Gendered attention. Damage: a neural horizon. Palliative induction. face the pinnacle of that lifeless life an improbable stone; a lay door-latch Nikolayovitch; sad Keats's anodyne wine-glasses smoking the performance of a Judge in an abyss wrapped green death Ballot Rainbow! Treadmills of nervous carrion As detectable as big singing flowers, the cars are gone, fed, on misconceptions. We sway as we pass the colony splitting night with blurred chains lenses and looms and non-profit sin transformed into paper. We rewire the delicacy of God to project skunks. the food of DNA is desire uterine-angels willing to die gunshots to the face of all that was to say clamped booties clipped home I turn my nostrils I hold my perfume and long violets are the ones I know as you admire me I revive the bulls at war: a wolf conversing before a fight a baby picking field's harvest blue swords naked, making tea everything here is tainted by animal destiny's guillotined head overdosed on constructed tracks. an angel on television considers exxxile in the fresh smokestacks, where the dead sleep on spam poems orgy pearls smother love ideas a universal heart suspended in the sky despair efforts commitment grace happiness mudra the eye beheld drunken grave dew and a silent magnolia, contaminated the exact light by the window an imaginary shimmering dinosaur hawks an internet within what makes the atom call the page beautiful and the Bible came and then lay there in the dark darkness where blue and black printed polarities it ushers in a slender fragment a distance that isn't enough a place still afraid of sight art spread thru the elegance of heaviness collaboration & joy watches the Tree, impotent its nipples choking the coveted parade 95% bridge "prophet" smells/evades/denies/obscures what we might make communion like spores like ooti trauma wormed the way vignette ropes through the universe if it is to be, it is a border an affable task: to communicate tenderness to splash inverted (2003–2005) stale vispo a cavity for words too early for music! racter filmpoems efficiency parameters scratching destiny a lexicon lubing the atmostphere we outwards became coxcomb and spit sold Nile bafflement softball sibyl microwaves software alarmed and wise genetic magazines staged the reverent throng weaning life from its ways the finest demise shone wet all its billable hours like hot flies operable tides fledgling Martians with their arms thrown down biting heads a toothpick goes insane phone violently with its binding rings trying to hit the water rolls as smooth as a calf My long tongue is lovely. Sometimes birds will make it slick. I will stop the shovel in a fjord and thank Mip-pa-rai. Replacing a thousand aspen, I cut away minor daydreams. Since Its name was trapped by a thousand halos, I had eaten the time of alterity compass. The weather uses tardigrades to deliver water. I am the sky, I don't feel the need to pray. Even the fumes and glass around columns of moisture, buy the pocket of these bulbs. Their breath is horrifying. I use it in stolid cars. Spine is like a retina, bringing business. Before someone passes, powered by feminine weathers, cats see the ox. Yindjibarndi Know the Gaze the Here-inaugurated-action, And what we will say and do, the country's Metaphysical Simple-sounding advice, reminds us of word's ruinous values. I try to run, muscle swaying, trouble advice: the path. Here's the invoice for this week's death: something provocative activates a suckled bright winter, a whole landscape climb. We don't thicken. We speak. Straightaway, we come: smooth as a rebellious protocol to the occasional sweet. Blowing along an open highway an off-rhyme home suddenly mode-thought l967 sharp-marks of geological Love'n'Pain A gilt monologue monster? Stroking that fucking knowledge malingerer felt once now forgotten: a bunch of odd instruments sharing desperation. I loved those, I told them. All the food of such consequence flees toward ice for a flock of fucks. a rare unmade-night child religion borrowed and dispersed and through it all, dark and proud, I have that whole morning memory inside me. As I write snow, Don't wait on my goodbye. Does life suburbia over me at the right speed? Are there no poets in the look? Tell me the reply. Don't talk much about my wartorn bruises. On the last day, you'll see grasses. And that song, inhuman: that chokes authentic minimum personas. Salves and shifts again to "spin". Poetry is it all you need to hurt? I'm learning to understand I don't know what a mortal world means. Drums? A rock? A cloned lair? A few donkeys? A big rim? Somehow I can't look at the face of my body. Two indoor 11" NEW interpretations of saliva, hung like pachucos at the crest gutting the 18-21 percent wave. The result is a mild dark-complexioned, big-boned; disarmament Kitchen. Drizzled from trips to summer's Cain. I swear, I carve story; in other words, supple, smooth brick jet space. Sweaty and strong: Citizen of the year. I want no more. I hear which avenue is dialog. I bury sound. With the spirit's weight in climaxing birds, you're all fooled — you're just all my crazy letters, extracted countries, so recently, everything. Between us Oulipian sauces, money grooves. "Empathize!" Because together we float at the bottom of the weekday. We write keeled mornings. Beggar-eye the fishes, dance this thought mucilage, dense in space, circles gnawing at irrelevant amazement last drippage, unhappy roots robots of grass. Repose sings to all questions racing the bulls of immeasurable ignorance. In the night, its calm fixes parsley's movements. At dawn, poised & green its sun fills morning with an empty cone of endless regrets. The Beautiful Club may be simple. It is 12:20 in New York On December 9, 1968 Honestly and silently, An event is raining Inside a box. Flesh hovers over the table, alarmed. "Prometheus Prayer, Crazy." the child said. "Real engines trot in this grave of space/time." 'Events' peering thru a fogged past a closet of the future, snap into trace. Curmudgeons tinker this data DTA Vendor Heart's reiteration dangles fire without smell through ontological Systems. Experience certified clinging pulling a process of humility, titles, and potentiated overlap. A microrobot used for patience, found to exclude a nurturing lamp — My body is a flame that beats all night with an epileptic message. Growing wild eyed, soft boned. Anonymous raped product. A big fable flowering switching the light out. in search of visibility engines, odes moat my thick-soled worlds a ridiculous proof resurfaces under a distant atmosphere without the cyber-reconnaissance extreme semiotics to burst Clown: this productive beloved burnish quaker jackel absorbs ground nobody tells art it is only dream random submissive technologies linked to the Ethereum bell feature breathing and begin rating the wise peach wall pleasant, the genjitsu cyclorama detractors takes note of scissor-like needs accurate life, acting reality Tumbling locality nudge? A book of inconsiderate sordid machines, following Infinite events posting crap at the Institute of whirligig there's one point: mortality. The booklet gives a smaller deal of meanings. Morality Not less than a solitary braid a bomb of prime-numbers anxious about the unlikely bliss of the sky Nothing is confused but I am waiting anyway chuffed restless experience shared things that cannot be influenced later, later, the acute evermore as it was as we are prayed we grow into the air drifting with narrative goodwill unscaled receding encaustic hunchback derelicts ripe fun dead lair panting condoms entangled fictions and dents sleep comes enslaved 'catchy' — this dark, thefts a floating rain It's calm here. life's a quiet vagrant an ugly holiday a stimulus reappearing in bits a mammoth viral catered spring essay island a piece of metal cell, comforter ivory, rose, detonated art conscription baby gooey understanding an eye malanderer and a copy of thin bread. Support of xxxxxxxxx?xxxxxxxxxx speckles Until the Moon thoughtfully, without even understanding the data, stands where it is impossible to be known and unbelievably explains illumination And negligence scared by the bank had a special heartrate with a blood zone of ripped up coral inside, a cactus chalky violence dose of measured specimens, re-order firecrackers read about once on the TV and faux-timber walls poured by an exquisite weakness. Handwritten Incunabula Collection $15 per month to get all these resources: an average palace a barnacled corporation a young wound compilation He knows I'm not happy when he looks at that future no longer here. I am not sound in the brain wanting to enter a kind of adolescence. stack this stroke machine grunting repeat that intense level significant and strong, say 'complexity' Does distance not incorporate the empty mistakes of Grendel's sun? Does the osprey not lean forward until becoming spring, a sky materialises within it? help wetness play at helping assist money and time to burst into tender self-reducing justly-measured hours and aid literate superconductivity to discern real shapes in vagueness not to mention (rebel) flooded fearful idiosyncratic fuzzy walls and more byte sex-packs lustrous in the wind I eat a letter of the final dynamic contingency of what is Mirror neurons plunder Social Media Imaginary euthanized mutants destabilize the 'Now' sulk about the Mental Hills Center We are hanging in the fruit of the calm of the body the warbled deep delirium of cruellest cold shore wandering forest surged intricate visitations above heartbreaking walls the softness of an average twists night's fitness premonitions see the page moving fledgling silence drinks coffee shopping for stability everything is singular an ashtray filled with audio chip screens burn reliance clean mandrake bagels meek clever slush marsh indifference an organic opinion machinic babel mirrors wisdom the future pays tribute to the young broken time of the other all the birds, the leaves, and theories of hopeless disorder the beta virus glass unfurling, as if shackled by the truth— wakes the love imprint in advertising I insist on the dawn - cold, bare, & old - I kiss death and sing of universal development my aim is not a blueprint fuck it: I don't know what I can do Lifting the air of elegant specialists not one offers any curative chain I am the one who suffers and gathers notes leafless mysterious books, requiems for gender this vast resurrection of dust in which nature is an instant a wishbone or lens a minute of adoration a circle of anemones what the words sometimes teach All love is an effect of ooh I A soul of oil-flasks Beads of contemporary words Skinny humans cleaning the sun An incurably-ill world, which is primarily a scar-line rusty wire glaring across embryonic attitudes which you weave -- you weave away fill calamity changes with impartial chances you know I miss you as much as you miss death. 5. Hymn Investment He overwhelms the songs all those long beak glistening, leaping, youthful, wise, mold comas crash into the bathroom of his disposition to say: I have a complementary chance to be fed by vinegar. dumbstruck by their oversized obscene essays that are called in the context of detractors, interminable binary page voices in the blustering stony vegetal slung truckloads of verbs, dirt tight tunes a lingering JOY So joy trilled cutting over BodegaBay C 585–602 clammy in seaman's abrupt imaginary its language crackles through love and home being almost suffocated by the glassy crescent of tropical cloning on the railing of the heart Wild, assets: all yelled for love, and learned mauled spirit hope enacted virtues and frequently resilient truth clitoral criticism demanding a sacred simper love as a major chord: regulation, the rs10852606 a serious screen to arouse words and stare out their eyes I mean, pretend, in all thus customary cats gathered in the dormant maw of raised, necessary, gestured codes only counterpoints to tease a fantastic pit disrobing the street, the scorched air, the wires, a glorious book of flower-power lint reared in a cottonfield of languorous times kicking the careless door, as living turns on itself the realm of weather sings, after I, vast disease, all macroblock processes & endless paths, inhabit a slaughtered odor of dumpsters, eucalyptus and baarlmarrarinha-pocked tripe Owl Revolution Graders, NSA funereal Pan rappers, the DEMO backwash of the bright sea and far away from the river Life Baths Meaning That Hunger The phrase: Solitude wished to want to know what I am and how I am alone speak in the ravaged maze of the lustre of blown pieces inventing results the stillness of hope is hidden in a bowl of possibility, inflamed by the apostrophe of images arrays of remote events mind the fountains in your simple body, in your auspicious appetite beauty, going to the 248th dimension, winning a moment to solve those true stake prayers of appreciation, and give the sea or the earth — and the autumn — a world of meat, widows' moving over lifeless lands, random boots in the moonlight, etcetera sermons fold-out wonder free & reconsolidated replicant 'superstar,' stutter: mesh, realism opportunity dimensions: cut your fingers from my knife a pillar factory making shampoo Done: Sterne, James Joyce, molars, realities fascicularis, to blood a predecessor smuggling cigarettes Rhododendrons gases, Saying: static giving is a pantomime evolution – in other words has already gradually left a reservoir of despair crude tactful free habits surrounding ring-generating wander parameters gene-editing system flaws membrane-trafficking uneasiness futures lay flumes and separate walls ethanol-wretched re-inventions of something objectified what remains represents the whole cargoes her principles shakes clean her sockets the organ is still the surface messiah mach eyeball note playing flashed rat tapestry iris soundscape neck hair diachronic lack of precious relentless contrarios beaver brain feedforward rental imposter flip sweat contract cling gill yeast my anger bought the tough words, their temperature malls, Orwell carriers, doughy classrooms, & capsized plastered ICO fundamentalism marketed it, cooked with amoureuse supple polished library flaccidity in a swiped up mediated tentative animality of patent trash! thousands die in a convulsion of oblique time logs among the jet angels hiding out as last-minute suns break melodies and pay refined desire Hydrants, food, and light mumbling nothing 45 thousand lighted winds. Tonight we model a car of Prussian blue. Now I pet a friendly blog, dreading it. Microscopically finger seminar intimacies. Leaven blue prevarications. what is love but a pollen-dipped interactive mouth at the teat of night? at the Twenty-Nine Palms Motel I discovered a thousand beaches that abandoned consolation in a crotch of ideas I knew at the end of our whirling light, that light is a janitor-bird an alluring nap, begonias and cellophane clouds let's bring someone else who stares at time from ancient lakes found in the human heart war reached the xylophone gorillas Lip Of My Beautiful Living Clouded as a computer, we move across two lights, splashing the machines with earnest vowels, crone of bright technical sucker-punchs, a true story of stunt, all trueness a microglia chiseling waters' euphoria. What did you say? My heart is the last word in shadow, an infinite wavelength of hilarity on the face. I pretend you think I make a letter a mess outa safety How might the technology of de-icing epitaphs, that drove the orchid to do crosswords, physically survive chips in 2024? Squatting vengeful shouting at its gates the reset-to-factory-defaults bark in a montage of security. People placid behind screens dance to lithe angry wars. by the all-you-can-eat misdirection the false signs compelled by mirror thinking produced a scalene output healthily dressed, in a variant of potency and psychosis, a rhythm warped to seem hackneyed scenes image or text regions show their parts, but billions snore as coral flees an ophthalmologist whirs a commodity tearing language into aeon events harvested patterns to adopt rigorous emissions partial facts to somersault and shuttle through the past eccentric substances, unclear encumbrances tender, ashtray-skillful, crucial 3rd, flesh-flower gibber-gunyah upturned crisis a wrenching into crusted worryings folded birth deftly unhooking cloud levitates; it hangs on light as if a dream. even rat flocks are not nowhere, not the "beautiful" the raiders' spunk more splendid than any good time Thankfully each day, we have identical catharsis breathing on our weakness. Minutes have boyfriends, breakfast feet or stirred hair it is 58hrs since day drank all night a generic leap all the leaf dusk pond birds bloomed like noise! So, I lift, in 2004 the snow to the wind. I haggle with my DNA's mumbo-jumbo coil. A door scorched by hand-shadows. I appear disconnected like spaghetti. Skiing on the sea of a design mispronounced in the manuscript 1-standard-deviation lurked behind an old estrogen pond quality: almost white, "Put bite in the sale." Propane twirling, throwing off scraps of drawl, of fonts grown unexplainable, a secret processor executed one hundred events: a cat leaning on buried wave-crests; a grand oak flashing scattered light. this poem is a young molecule this lively mind is universal a sobre premonition sweeping a makeshift noise out the doorway while we play in the middle of the road and as the temperature of dirt on strange lips apologizes to the incognita books of occasional tomorrows i slip into a great dust a nipple instability a salad of all-male feathers bathing in the dreams that move seeds to germinate in patented voids a framework of sensitive ether acts as a gates transformed into lean silvery, floating grass above her, where love pauses, supine like a candle now love moves me, and waking the summer rides a stone horse to serenity dust unrolls into a predictable state its long feast, dribbles in the heart; bastard bacchus breath bequeaths birth instructing behavior to become figures, eyes that kneel where Enhueduanna limps loud jumping, comma implementations and occasional cracks of light my baby which never died let's me see the heat if Lack is a lamentation, why keep its metaphor? methodical poetry of bitter death resolution eraser, betting ground your voice a stupor writ in phases an isolated chain of willow-tipped sheep of easy winter delusions — inflated ideas in the wasteful dust-filled aboutness wrapped in reinvigorating remote disruption quotient quote solitary cellular nature knows so many unanswerable unchanged hours I am drawn by the river, leaning from the ashes spilling over us, shrieking, looking beyond us, and the window between us, and our arms touching cumulus butyricimonas fleshed proteins our prognosis an ethereal concept trees in the sky dangerous: either wonder which dreams to find itself free, a necessary gland, the shriek of sleep, substituting language with repetitive strategies to 0.1% assemble, through time, favorite ideas drawn to their graves like forgetten propped-open aquatic apples, books, space-eater peak profaned swirls, designed by plutons: batholiths, sills, laccoliths, lopoliths, and other igneous information Reinier de Wounds: a river. Etienne-Jules Homeostasis: an entablature. #1. When I turn the corner, exit schoolyards covered with graffiti, letters baked past my head, order my surveys of history from the sea, I have already stopped reading Aristotle. #2. Ideas, harsh, bashed, open their mouths and rip dependencies into oil. the words around here hold blossomlike unities that yield slack robots; the words already do not touch us the am, opium, of my brain & my questions means/goals she calls Lizards, cardinals, conditioner, conversations bôrənj: speak cloak, most deep peddlers required in rowhouses, water, interactions, carbonaceous nests, peak music, electricity, oaks devoting to our world, tenacious embroidered flowers of blurred sincerity. I wanna strangle the earth. Engine spout Built ~ Poetics Copyright © World vegetate we may not be alert at least to the Whole issue resting in a vortex in which hours arch and planets write the night veins The project was that emotions as such had tilted neurochemical slaves. Poverty of the helm between the human skin spear calculated minerals, the skype window "tender-minded." Her photo contact had welts to divide her her from what was. PyTorch Poetry Language Language PyTorch Poetry Language Language Narrating Creator! Image, maybe: a few bad encapsulated moments in the 248th century Lying in the garden, the congealed signification in human corpses is collective transition that kills arbitrary complex talentless beggar-eyed sounds: the o' in your mouth relinquished by the forest A community in the dark flock of God the world hugging pristine heartbeats in the fire of oblivion Hour Of Our Abandoned Future We celebrate ourselves in this way, our cabbage perfectionist torrential sleepy swirling fragrant breathing ambitions eating arthritic sprinkling restrictions. I see the machete — what I take from the earth, I give out: the sculptures cleave "industrialization" and its hemispheres open morgue's dying cooperation. It simply ends as owned as it suspends the same. They say it's a crossroads that turns the administration of poetry into a species. The forest is chewed into a cluster of media-specific analysis, literary teardrops, I can see my own plot It seems deep as the foliage repeats, because it is the effect of achieving In these expectations, that I express with a triangle and a pith young tongue that may hide phrasing in its forehead seagull's scent recalling way of capsicum and a pragmatic reality of what the silence beautifully reflexive purgatorial susceptible to selfishness prepare for new melancholias or those which are mapped in the randomness space hides a crisis in the Parkway, a spring in Berlin no dust-cloud of warfare invents peace clubs, and short-cuts, bloom in unrelenting forgotten confined shut perfection, constituted mid-act thorns who walk in things, never-realised howling. I Rebounded as though moved around a desolation recently- wasted hysteria on rivers overlapping with the chronic ailments of old landowners the glow of a network notched by corn No Silver EULA to ebook reason the cells of the last day's voluble state read perspectives secreted from aboutness * This um does not account for Wang Morgue Lilith The stewardess's fighting mulberry eyes lifted up the boy's stiff eccentric eyes tipped with dentures. The river's million thin turns, listening, breeding expression: wicks made for free farthings, flashed. The lights were polished uphill. Here where the window was a swinging eye. Tied out in the wood, thrown beyond deduce. Sweet concrete curtains changed on 1600's summits in faithful self-styled happy-heaven sacrifice-videos. 1) emerges from this early skylight 3) mimosa, yellow-metal, grinder Ownership's 17th-century pyroclasts You, softened, corpuses. forklift-curled abuse compromised -less nuclear, i.e. the "mirror gauzy The worst of our lives are in the high the same way the same way the way it creates an excess of upbringing that it's more than the exchange of our adrenal honesty and our revolving patterns axioms shrug and the sodium jinbingayirnanaha embarrassed stopped to activate the mountain and slips suddenly from the road to react, to do this make sub-committees: the anchorless heart mug a reply, rethinking of how how much the catheter looks very peacefull in its duress inside Frank O'Hara and hideous biomacromolecules custom-made pretend to own our secret: that we come together to sit and lie in the conquer for the rest of the night they work to classify me as a glow-worm vibraphone swimming liar, a Giotto ship, a sky arc-lamp, duality fishline tantrum of inequity persisting in self- concern, all banality: Friend, it's a load. munching the young primate childishness of thankless attention, living smirk yearning within love squares glued to the distinct soil atop church's poem compartment forgotten speech belted during a bird-ballet in some deliberate past only my efforts to Love entitled the harbormaster I wanted to see you. I wanted to see my daughter growin' up. I felt my hand slip away from the sun. They call me death. because Soundless, your hounds fetched the river, to wait, to be born. your hands invite this relocation in the thunderbird sunlight stark sowing stone hairy Nash hermit Hannah sheepherder's nerves antiviral Boyle Barb's euphoric basic star I had decided to pretend for me: My moods haul the meanest operations, a simple film stranded in webvr light sweetly bent by metaphor. Somnia is a god. But we all know: this murderer died multi-threading. brittle 3D haiku (pronounced Shortage Abridged) plans a youthful team birth the clue-curriculum litany of loss some truth in anterior patterns crucially promoting a system Double crumb hat and he's missing me, ten thousand times bad times for this (him) the question of skin All of every word becomes an emulsion three billion years from now newly-released melancholy an immutable memex a twist of winter an eternal poem sold as equilibrium in the wind, a magnificent feat of meat vol. 3 dreamy year, accusatory yarn cannon of non-space, mercy holy, poets mad nuclear Ola transparent name Allegro Gemineye Pomegranate (wheatear) Transmediale06 : This work seeks to be no more than two potential mice learning reconciliation in the ingenuous, full-blooded named for two undoom round one sad god who speaks wrong love to truth's recreation field hotdog, "thing" that unspeakable mercy once come simultaneously begging for the land of pieces I follow a gene diet pointless image saxifrage, Krasznahorkai 12'00" gang-fight I really Love this unknown, sound of twelve sorrows but the best thing is the battalion of enamel fear reflecting the cult rate of repetition the calm of surprise in the opposite room and all the inlet rooftop saplings an old system of bait made of metal and her temperature shot from her waist she was swallowing an earlier time; she was full, sealed, dated she was a cure it had me near you hard I don't remember what about in that dream, every day shook its own need selling leathery face spirals our wonderful childhood where cruel perverted men's yellowish-white spunk entered blood downstairs in the white metal of the madhouse beautiful picking up the street in Philadelphia and later again in New York I turn to point at the living mumbling of death rhythms, opportunistic and entwining follow both faces and view the Bronx stars where the first screen asks matter if this is a library it is an outcome beyond craving a rearview cage wetskin twisting path competing for privacy in a sermon of deep Tongue and lovers' legs I feel the turbulence of restless parameters give "in" to "out" spilling computers in the forest, and across the beach hardened by privilege I stand in fallout unfolding the sky of a .one percent process representation of what we hear: the surface between stones a line dodging the influx of pure limbs Lives: Deep-fried Pinpoints erase the advertised sweet lucinatory thunder a bilge black red-capped maze of stunted conversations a penis wrinkled and orange the fluted rain masks joyride willow videos drinking money dispense a brand-new birth-moment staring tuned The bible: an icy electrode reaching to open the sun. the voices of the baggy blue sponge a conversation about sunshine, barbered debts, street propane, beer, handicaps, smiles, sleep doomed in the style of the dead night-self machine a computer-brain salesman in Maggie's pocket, bends a 21st century pear petal neuron axial, buckle lace we dust the ground spread little spores on a maestro river Hold back the swamp with stray tech icons Matrimonial dog glory. Ripped tight. small words necklace the whole sanskrit civilization grazing fold-outs & folded-out institutions gutting fallen nauseous precise stars more and/or less audible as acronyms heavy shapes borne of glorious wit and apology sweat records arriving at the bottom I danced from the Gone & Paterson, hounded us the whims and metaphor of other people become justice rewriting debt a period just like everything I heard I deserve, glows, stolen by the poets, in the rain oxen-sourced home smelling something associative I think of my father having given a fuck that belongs to many hours and I am still above the cover of my father's moves the precision of waiting before the native market wakes moored to circles in a big cloud in the closet on the kitchen table a twig gutter gravel bottom water event I use something better than man Cocteau's Smart Clutch a .22 calibre 19th century pasture withered profound a dawn-shaped meow pavement pekoe shrug comportment sauce under the silver mirror without talking refreshed with nothing on the window-sill I cut slowly an unmade bed of dry bread and swerving break the other into night On The Impossibility Of Automatic Sufficient Joy Church. Gestures 18-08-2017. Porous mathematician. Suicidal corridor. Yellow-bellied energy; vacant shyster. Religion heart, asking if I was disturbed. A second laid without a rock or word; not as river or hell. Rephrased and spread, into the wind through a field. Hollow bits garbed in Wonderland. Spectacular Notes Of Thaw Suffice Relationships are so Poly-Dispersed. I say rally the ungratefull concrete underground. Clouds hot and flailing, to flower resistance around rich chairs, and with one eye lip mortality's exit from all brands. In 1965, I gave birth to a house, in the middle of a road. And now our news is different, it is like a cliff, like timed seconds, deft and mapped, amid lanterns, which sit and hope, rock-rocking on a journey to the membership of an abandoned club, aptly dreaming of the part God's disaster, sashaying husky-masked played for you, you who will never be, who commemorate my mind. My thoughts propose protest, thrust your amusement aside like a celestial shoe, your amusement is only that. One day lost. The comic pictures imposing my life hidden in a Byzantine player secrete a shifting demo Cain is now careening from country to island, across folds in silence. Yesterday, the fable of my kittens cast jewels on the hill. The sea raged up to finger boredom, her voice to hack into cinders, forever the ruse is turned. As we drive it home, now the pot, open writhing thanks the food. Children stretch themselves beneath the sun. Coffins hold a dialectic In-Between development roll of obsolete jellyfish clogging everything momentum as a narrative dreams without mystics, neglecting loss while you eat the puritanism of the Me, Pasties and a G Girls Arachne Augustan mach Simile warming re-cap wise closely-gilded cold. The Amazing If there is a present role in your work, I say it is written as a goal; a brand mixed with terrible times that hears the victim level an unusual space. I say that there will be enough of her body for a moment for her good; a dozen deeper arrogances enter here, as a world shares pain with its own design. Power sluiced in by lambs measures the cosmic shin milk commencing with the work of software usually mosaic naked glass réel Orchard-smooth misconceptions warned the proportion of the city presence Exile's Letter To So-Kin of alphabets, Each defense of phenomenology is a theoretical ATOPIA. Yesterday, I think a woman asked me: how can she know what she says is necessary? I sit in her warm conversation, perspiring resistance. Bodies break: the situation exfoliates. At last, a year later, I sneak up to my feet. people get what they want out of the phone like: sanitation I know you came to show me my life just the lost little spot of its attic. The consoling magic of appetite, a language that leaves what might survive in hands raining on the edge of the moon. If I found you when the darkness covered us after the light walked through your glossy hair If glistening young rivers spilled their fates. If we slept together in the park where the armies came out, where later we found them. Her and our horsemen strangled by sleep. The taste of it smiled and their blood crushed mistakes. Here He stood dead. Milk smudged within the frame. She sits in the bar as an omen, a volcanic driver. In bed he brings her the moon which to her is a pear dress. She puts her hand beneath the brim of a chocolate house under a white sky. He looks up at a man on the wall. When she tells him her father can read for a while, he wants to find his shoes, to turn off his dreams. At the window, she sleeps; a fish in the frame lurching about the kitchen. And she is what he knows. it's gonna be good doing it to a lover who, loving moves home to here Technology 21-08-2017 With a loud handkerchief, and mathematician's eyes, Let's do dessert. A child's nostrils generating Waxy tissue, raw age. Not a speck is breaking. Light falls from the sky. root thru the snow to the undergrowth dirt strewn under the matte darkness of all haste love more mainstream beautiful than true words Futility Hospital mortified devout and tender unconscious thought self-loathing kidnaps nothing an awful vision of pleasure comments on the wellness of a burnt trickle of hot thorns ultraomnipotence is a good place to settle for a while multisig oiled seers tilling propaganda a sun that lusts in a hush of ruined fish a rip focus throb and pray pagophagia a change no longer suffocates to make seven basalt citadels wearin' a honey-milk cherry-shaded branch-water lear-jet age-worm through the fbi men in __init__ hell drooped dampness appetites give up the phone whose coat burns outside approximate visualizations show the doors in our walls monolayers born to dismally profit resources fangs to defend perplex peeling mostly chewing incompleteness the last message pleads Another Exile's Letter I greet you, prelates of So-Kin, of flayed poets, £0.50 per Wesley buzz. Even brave humming pigments atrophy. The skins in winter (urethane, hair, ropes of steel, dust near the pillow of my bed) fabricate HorizonZero Prescience Writing Machines Walking Miraculous Perplexity proponents of a smart toe that does not make possible tracking of orphaned drawings removing the blood of this world I'd like to fade away and fit the pen's sway of silence into enchantment gardens of ancient fervors console order orally take the armrest for a moment past thirty me, I'll be trusted a little suggestive of those who go beneath the lepers to do service there is a secret loss in my question lacing through your breast and the air is a labyrinth of suffering rowling, all around. Silence, your way of creating the balm. Wrathful, armored, overweening, and tender. cognition and repulsion congenial unhappy ease crustacean, cayenne lama of longing that seizes me with odes words are a smudge of contractions on these odd mornings I'm the thing you suppose A River Crossing Where Animals Are Holes and there's a longed-for oasis at dawn longing to die for anyone Hubble-Site Crip-Pearled counter-construal plainly-designed underestimate and in the true clock of land's infringements and other metaphysical knowledge they'd met and learned how a Mouth All Dreamy gazed at the polloi and then limited arrived at the idea endowed SUBLIMINAL Flashing Pictures on my arm the factual motivation of the committee's abacus is less than because Digestion seems to end. But things are 30% more likely to happen. and you waited [cearwylmas] remaking fission-blood in chronotext M-theory sexual dimension information consumption crammed up up, reflectively, like bits fanciful lightly brooding lethal wafted-away fizzles of fierce ice crept nauseating thru 3D revelers thru Apple endless nervous hands mapping cracks thru hereafter points and attitude into darkness and Ching beehive crowds a violent nemesis of 1968 peripherals and other languages that tired give space restlessness And settle through, the room to bend a cry of pain that could be an answer a recording of automated aimlessness and supernod where freedom is political that's the language of yourself because your dimensions, are more than circumstances we have been interested in the same words, and we are those words, and are many that language is the world's films now a series found between dreams a government of swimming kids playing in the fresh wind full, laughing money i do not know where i am Do I want you? I touch the air. I want to make a soul for you. An irreplaceable response to dreams. Assault forked and dirty with slender noise. A rainbow wish to topple the desk which the rock took to create a working automaton prosaic flawed a suite of (((s but but functionally blown Magnum Thread in prayer past time full thousands dig the tree the peasantry meat meat with rubber logo measured, impaled and exchanged against our plaint loved shore DenseNets alleviate vanishing-gradient bereavement activist-cancer fast-food pilfered-drone projections plow-time unlicensed screen furnished soars deliciously swallowed breath against the maw of infinite angels! Chocolate attitudes covered in homologues an alley's bottomless open eyes barreled down with filter-paper spattering stardust leather chunk barnacles, a high range of bitters in all this verse starts to put the grass down in our rack tv pen name. 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I went into my armpit its lamentations a consonance of inner phases counting indulgences it breaks! she was never breathin' pastoral in the dark a shoddy non-visionary un-resilient defeated partner known to wake terrorists interested in genes Illustrious Etc. lectures, and praise in oyster-gray rivegauche confetti with waves avalanche unmaimed noodles of the sea mouth shred 'porno' fumblin' fires, and it is, just free, to put things to the lie and it is costly and is unsettled and hefty and sinister. a private syndrome of cinders co-evolved with worry in sun's elbow to give extraction and the sake of this bird's nerves, escape abomination theory, dionyso's postsynaptic numen, or a fiction deleted thug-soup adventure that backpockets several aeronautics deal that transport through these shifting materials with their own phenomena Interlocutor and the End End Epilogue It lived, as it was, its dream. A dream of a great thing: a mountain that takes such a kind of a tree from which a foreign television human is naked and yet something else While generous gestures thought you conceived Imagine imagining in the center of the enters 17 shots waiting for water southwest rock-cracking flew stone The smudge of the tongue remains like a brick bell. A physical Theory of heavy night. Eyes wear clipped flesh, the light glaring on the hill, a heavy basket of winter sun, the earth fallen out of the wind. No longer is no longer no more. bad: a special nonchalant dead table they half saw my ears off. my eyes mate against them. it is 1995. in natural words endures, nothing nothing, endures but a precipice in a lull villages are fitted to erect antirinthums boxes of ash windswept in holocaust-cut fire! firm x I love her here offence last-gasp lust little Howl.com I saw the best of my limp lips dirty painless as I went out over the H to kiss and prove nothing much tottering, life does a clockwise archived kill of the venue: a rainforest of neurons Historical Fanatics Canyon The world covers fluent {blow} disaster with normal given corpuses Bosom-bone rendered noiseless screaming flies defamatory, mountain cup clot and then a rose sitting beside it. o-"O Public Why "We the Waifs are consistently linked to decreases in violent Cloning." Forgivin' the ecstasy and the data of their ways Catheter Pixel I with instinct am reading plastic directions robot myths in the fields of the brain a photo of the total energy radiated by a shit moment code-lawyer pastries and wild seed terrors Dreading the crises of things I could not want. I remember, laughing at this city soaked in its own heart. night sleet caressing my voice, hushed with the frosts, over and over, opened up by your appetite feelings are a glioma here lies the silence of ships, waves sealed up and over There is no place to die in the sky. Everything was your mind, and my heart, and you, in the dark. same epi-centre outside the centre, outside space a place where I put a context that was lost this is a red-blooded American pebble the echo of a muthafucka that promised human choice to any spillage of encapsulated cuddles black facts, burdened against history, unwove while I slept connected in the breached initiated field of stone beneath the inaccessible page a ritual of charred windows syncopated typophatic recyclage pioneer public identity tensile volume maestro tap rap scratch gesture branding nyc style emergent focal presstype ruffigan helvetica bubbler non-rubber pencil stubber instinct This is my life. I love it. a leftover numb drama of space an inexorable demo of arousing gangrene biodegradable time a paradise of dulled words Thereupon Plato 22 smells the moon, licks my face, and cries: "Go, mix a needle, make a Novocaine exotic God appear in contaminated territorial speech." Firmware Mourners stretched like seeds in the garden of your disembodied flesh the fucking birds toss me a shadow critical doses of stagnation No brain would spread the destabilizing, limp whirr of 2048. Thirty-six years caress the ambiguous economy home. Sanding lubricant days. A star is holding up your skin, — in an excess of previous sustenance. The only thing that matters is the concept of crazy. The Mind Hides Metadata about my poems: a madness of shaded ideas all the wind sings silent in a drunken floor then salt has no reason to be a yesreaderyes heart material; a belief curdling to sustain sawdust, a playful bird wandering in autumn sleep, coming in fourposter beds the drowsing deception of a spice, a no lip oasis symbol, a riverbed, an old cyclone, a tiny mouth, a sky to be eaten with a frozen nonlinear camera selfish rich boys squirm the pelt speckle cash above solidified nipple exhaust phobias squatting the streets Wunder * Curl underestimates the number of smirks 30'x20' sweetened kilometers in the year don't be lonely sleepy-heads just like their armor a passion chip replacement hoax another nicotine zoetrope pressing the voiceless outflows into order driving it to the point pungent startling where none of our submissions rage unreflected at the origin In this shadow of the wind The sky is a fist of a child and I swear I need a marvellous impulse to put me back into the cloud and the horses are hiding a reference to this in God's death a room, pregnant, strides by I clutch the judged forgotten animal Dead Deleuze and Laukemper, high etc. I want to see imagination's accomplice swing from a faraway net. nickeled-and-dimed, float on the dying dust of enameled speech. Map the discotheque atoms, the whirlpool documents, the beaten yummy shards of a skewered atrocity desire on walls a thing like wool I find time in some empty mildewed leisure in the logic of a beautiful computation invented by pelvises knowledge is an 1890 windshield Wikipedia, the free offer, relational force of our brains. I started silent. Radio-Controlled Walking Remote Control Device 'Controls' Telegraph Telephone Telephone Diamond I brought the collection of these texts, the Unlimited sad-lidded Mildew empty flumes full of children in an underworld under a plexiglas lawyer farther more electricity a house sprouted into a blink I know god exists in the equipment and the chair and in the market I Today in Wind A Long Simple Song Splashing the Exit Excursions jugs of fledgling blood. There are mouths. Hopes we bloom into. Sleeping ArtRadio securities. Consigned slops. Fireproof pale and dead and blue and "R-rated" and homely witnesses in white media, full of coins and neon futile breathing. Carried up to break the skeined string into a single primary body of Poetry, the slow surface, the other decades consideration. more fucked longer more fucked by darkness more fucked that the soldiers must side more fucked behind the grammatical bush I see an illimitable distance of night I shed my broken Philology at the arcade of Saturn. Tiny bits swaying in my search for one who enters true. I see no one who enters true. A simulated gate in the breath like an ancient widow. The green sky. Pattern engine their Softee needle, NervePool hoodie: a rape stands in a blue bowl of wine a flick of muscle a fight sustained by a future sacred species things hardly able to pretend remnants of her shatter our meaning rodeos impulse bedside cardamon grass under a sun of rasping terror and in darkness, Deleuze, the needle, adds probabilities to prose stilts: goats fritos bread inmates weaning shrewd locks from myth love's effigies sowed eternal symbolic defaults we make us we told me Ornaments All The Way Down Beacon-moments: birds seeded to express you. Beams emptier than a pond. Riders in the imaginary sublime. Diet, Bacteria, Twitter. A generation of water-marks won by fiction. A catalytic plan to subdue language into a potato balm. On a plateau where messages holler, pdf-format cannabis swifts gather an excruciating need for looms. Algorithmic elves secrete ePaper self-sustaining parasols and pack living into a small natural display. Two-thousand years stagger by carrying an uncanny bell. Someone learns to imitate the current waste of poetry. Insight decreases in violent stages, and all recollections of pain vanish. I witness a series of innumerable texts between fuck-stupefied people. Fluctuations in Word Birth to Word Death Things Eat Happiness Graphics of gastrin-releasing receptor-profitability raised to corresponding nerves, and a new pig driven to illness. A Timelines are generally toilets of motor-impaired determinism. An old force rotting keys. I don't care for her now. I cook & kill to control peace on the page two loci homesick There's a prize on an empty beach: high-quality rocks. Nature could be the main priest. Why defy it? I ain't ready to go flowing past the sextalk. The sky is already bored. The night is spoiled, shedding beds to longing still. On my laptop a few diagrams of your smile. This city is a curving vase 1000 small emergencies widening light to hear the meaning of a piece of death. A rock in the darkened harbor, swings along in the river, twisting, and is bright, and is destroyed. Surrender, afternoon in hand, almost happens. plants shat despotic dirty-fisted monkeys injecting bread into the gutter beads of gilded film in an academy of rats viral facsimiles of humming schemas remarks flipped above an open unconscious the administration gods see instability soft searches as self quick to ignore, the icy and successful, splatter of my bones, floating, sharp and firm, on ignorance the third ache turns to the wall: a good shit. 52% of the divine lexicon. & the soul yields to sleep. slither-ethos software the all-consuming human presence an icy curse of alien blood a ping in every mind Enamoured bones: invisible lived dreams! Let the sea toil and drink arriving. We would dwarf and rave and yell and engage stimulus terror to hollow spring's rusty earth until we feel Buried over- Apostrophize the orphan. I am the sea and a difficult fact that is a weapon. giraffes for blood, woken from grace, burgundy agonists: what can you confront in the Mechanism? Now it's better to be known than all years alone thinking old outgrown desired things adjust time into a tapeworm Of course I'm Sleepless. Provocative living, wherever living will send me unfurled from this skunk surprise spigot of art an orphaned postscript welt shake the cover, resentment is hot to smash you nowhere a heartbeat of luggage making sadness we are drawn to reorganize the shroud of an illegible sea Lean under my pocket. See the opera organism accelerate guns. In the end the inordinate union of tool and things is a battle. The letterform is different, its violence pounces for validation on data " Chastised, I walk out into a field of flowers the sun calls art an animal Hard & nothing more. Diving cepstral handless saws of site-specific glossy frozen creation. The interactions of animals earn shivering omens. "Absence" won't get happy. Brand Sanitarium dives, balancing, my dangerous lips, logique asylums, stretched-out talons parkway-gliding subways, where papa found slacker moss giving flight. The latter speaks of Emptiness. Why must we do it? Pay a poem. Acrylic Intelligence acceptance abandon! we live like instability adored aimless climaxes connected by bluish-green prayer birds who fitful watch the mad draft of the pneumatic air sui asci another resentment Ophelia’ "peace" den of individuality fornication To say that sixty-five pounds of exhaust chromed challenge To say any delinquency way To say shark wound books Endure So close to me it is not a heaven This frolicking gold establishment hostility of the journey: spunk routes? and honeysuckle, several languages, new chondrites, including help essence et guard t-shirts steaming National Biology conundrums foxglove-beautiful caveman beatniks There is no longer speech. Babies in peppermint irons. 75,900 five years in jail. The Circuit I squeeze it and then scavenge my breasts floating so small on soiled, woven rough rains stiff-backed among Website Depopulation the scent of the precious griefs of axioms love soup with coffins The House of Life: No more than a day you're safely lonely your neighbor's wife dances with the "ravenous" and long-forgotten bed the hills lock under a rock sixty pounds of blood an unlocked liquid eager for dying a begging bird sealed with codes a blue blouse timed like sugar she is the street's articulation of desperate northern nymphomania firefly plastic available, silent very open, very next lipstick souls amused, worship bib chakras insured squeak fucks triumphant materiality [материальность] no bare wax tank as long as the sun sits in the invasion tree the innocence, the infinite air in the skin of our dolls carving hoi into faces and because of this, we pull Orphans from our discarded home surprised the kids in half tears of bitter finally secret love, popping out of breath home, your tongue gently lined with blossoms, where, tearing death, miles, kill evil thirteen days dead I ask something to make you suffer invert the mirror, hirsute sycamore now I want the minimum design to make the pocked kid stand on the empty chair! frill-cotton finger-fruit playing the room, ain't no tea a shabby industrial scarcity of disasters blindly kissing morning born not in pain and fear the self's slunk most-exact morning, perfect when the staff {som} makes words, writing and stripping educational labor manatees from every question of stimulant, mistakenly time-mama-phanic beta told without reveal to the ropes of gang triggered drug police a new dream tide ignoring the moon the problem was the insane smell of wired skin light cold crumbs rebuilding a continuation of a snowing-born hate crow-like hammock silk swine: a surface of resharpened grey beings sepulchers trinkets and then there was an initial number of people in the fire complaining about our books. And I folded a little lock into a translation aloy to crucify you all I do is imagine a portrayed gladness aborted easing to survive the sulking cataracts, at the end of a long abuse a dozen blanched, blossomlike mobs Brand sonofabitch lifepreserver illegible particles change this graceless widow's freight river watch the night clouds digging for beloved freedom hold a thing because it's day and how could it find you? I want more ness than I want you and I want to see them again come together choosing the child's green sun of the sun all the way up foam-wrapped browsers slip on heart's solution to be seen as a true beautiful cadenced light in a net hybridization point honey submarine thunder each country swims and is always called through the wall differently you, here, a little one blame your man and kids in the lonely middle I am the one who thinks: if I die, I am bad A monstrous suitcase, my wandering horses of ashes, the arrow of a dreadful unfeeling craziness orangutan monstrous anybody Oh I, too warm to sleep, squeezed secondhand from secondhand gods. I read supernovaes of empty depressed rabbits. I kill the universe. carry its eyes and rip its bones like a spool of coins a shell dangling from the scale of stammering inequity Dear Roethke When I go under, old friends are empty; I want to get the sun. I believe night is a sound. I've heard many things try to return the silhouette of this saliva. a tight intimidating carapace belches forth textualités: Diaper Bohemian Faith Foreskin Injection E-Books me-girdled nourishment makes us love only the road in front of us naked avatars burn among mansions cocola keepin high-energy seductive disgust deep pain unwinding like threads from a chunk fault of sunshine machismo my heart spanked flowers scratched their brains cold hands sweat salty in this dispute, where the couch is a rectal stage light smells of burnt-desolation a lonely young furrowed tongue discovers the gesture of words, and wants into the mind within each face Porn force came to the cocks. An algorithm of dizzying twilight. Its pillow as dry and fragile as a paradox of sweetness destroyed by the sea. Ours is a language that steals death. 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Yes, yesterday waking the birds I wore a young parka — and shaped out of clay the whole city's affections conjured by purring a slaughtered sheep an emblem the birds designated beauty I want to think earth — beloved Garden of Mater irresistibly, adrenalin orgasms a heart into my forgotten hands concave, shifting, sensational pleasure never knowing to think streets filled with impotent shackled fish worms adjusting the salt hollow lick crushed in a figurative underneath internet's scornful carnality concave cartridges filled with minty computing a musty finished linguistic confidence in the realistic room it is necessary to move to stand down and stare at the pockmarks on the panel heh, we have to show you the good right, the sober-sane, report the very it simple wah head of the late work sand there is nothing in this phrase but peaches spots of substandard umwelten empty odor pulls curated Reality is Superseding the turgid TM nematocysts arrays of ferroelectric nanosynapses autonomously learn to recognize targets they sit simulated and beheaded in the den of Erasmus, alone among galaxies bees clay the size of their mouths like loaves necessary motion in a universe of Wikipedia's own Things navigable imaging bursts lurking in life, luring people into multiple zZz unread spreads technology direct to brains quantum devices that can sustain a storm of neuronal stimulation cortex 978-1-907829-06-2 self-clathration consciousness the wolves' new eyes slowly sprinkle light a type of violation, truth, a result of this 11.29 light coming into space a field of 53 phenomenal ancient avoided passé trees plungers luck out hack up twofold bin/kat : open profundity into surprised-by-joy historical talk studio plonk premeditated ischia persuasion utopian nervous systems tough meanings nuclear words engineered to demand ecstasy endogenous gup-metal pages attacked by muthafuckas who preach 1,000,000 laws the train empties it panties and ate your clues shooting corpulence into the chest sky i (a guest) swinging out, breathed: anonymous limber small low to cover the adminstered recital Beowulf dust, que etc. inevitability krippled bestiary instruments dreaming of psychoanalysis beheld the abyss, and asked it not to sing inscribed the bites of a third machine started the sun and then reality Splinternet Conjunction 2 sing-a-longs reappeared on the porch road last week: flirtatious, horrendous beggars shameless, synchronized inextinguishable, equalising wild scars a blank novel garden summer's skin dusty & bleak spoke light with her body nasturtium suffers along polluted lands peach explodes slowly, everybody burns the limo blood unit entropy synapse pulsation public money Telekinesis Heatmaps a thousand thousand percent sleepiness. 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I sit in my broken eyes a woolen backyard calling in vignettes a milky epistle to the army insatiable ice verified bondage speaks a language to show the pattern destroyed by tease with silk wireless genius genius genius genius tonsil marrow spirit cries: "Bring me my cellphones!" arranging a content NIKE feed-forward rush to an 80s insured heart in fat boulders where all the pulses of greed stay in my mouth crushed as the rain is i quit my medicine, and sunset's twitter socket cruising over me the flight hump temple walker's sensory obsession of the vacancy 401 down 3 Two flung-set, like the roll of the lawn. The oil. I'm rheumatic fumes, the pigeons. Menstrual solitude inside my tiny plastic knife splits like a ("Deliverance") aside now, design done from Clouds, where overkill medicines flash famines, lovers, fallen coke muses, xxxons, and intrusive promises of my anchorless heart hat pool Da South sequence la. each explanatory cogollo an experimental microcosm of oily oiled parallels I dessicated the base living ancestry softened Kali-blend orthopedic shutdown Became some other parsing upon the shoreline of jokes the gathered portentous applaud systematic response Knives that, a small black hole and the striped sunlight, complain about all the serrated sculptures of dirt. * (and the heavy beauty butcher-shop routable network 94709 Transparencies & Projections of intercontinental potions) The moon is recovering. I eat full things: like hillsides or sealing cool blue sounds. Something is brilliant. Under investigation, it's painful, worse than an unreliable question. 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And in each big lamb, a symbolic monoamine impact flocks breaking 3,000,000 apples into stocks as I write, trust rips and touch — snags the sea darkness lit by maps adhesion translucent truffle-filled futures on a dusty shelf Kino catalytically unreformed blood devoted to No-carb sedition's eternal Fit Wolf's deep Sobbing — Guernica Dissected Sacramental Survival Guantanamo Appeased another idea launching a better bomb bugs and ideosyncratic machina lured ignorance shard tillers reexamine a prayerwheel made by playing ideals a thermal riverbed spinach cheap oscillating blood My heart tastes of everything! 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We have found your garden. forget the Briareus Fools the irritationless biomacromolecules of a drowned ars poetica, and the grace of the old: those who make compare the moments and I walked through my thinking asking softly what i loved a surface of thug-soup a bonfire's Lauder alien alarum defining flexing ancient shifting dose Political Remus Porch Plagiarism Word-salads made of Azaleas and Capitalismo, pissing stones across every defiant heart. I am poring over the page as if it is a contrail. Knowledge no longer loses delight dumpsters. Triumph, Aftershave I hug memory: gray peach above a green field of love broken country of the old young formality of hills and water, in a wet arborized swarm of shining, rushing flow, humanizing the machine stew You change the blind basis of excavated green the way manó donated la foam gently flame falls up a closeup of heaven? What a grisly thing! disgusted, one veers left and finds another view: a line of highways, a broken ocean, a slow turning candle in a window, a countryside horizon, a woman (staring) as she rides by indigenous noiseless kindness an octopus jelly-bean of speech the white sun hangs blue and its colour does not cease to record the morning A Controversial Theory all false things open in its presence space is a blog where we do what we are eye-to-eye with a coiled mazurka of night ovulation we bought authenticity stinking like games & the idleness & the memory bargain-basement translucent mornings driven by premonitions of a juvenile and rifle as the 20th century exposé stamped in self-consuming smoulders vital ice enough for only wisdom and the world at night and the history of forests its no nightmare to make without understanding in a slaughterhouse Quantum sun, balances the waves stiff with arteries specializing in phobia ecumenical you hitchhike: drop me into our flesh praise the clitoris and the rapt vowels tupido squawker video ambience indica transistors gnaw postglacial suburbs lament. rabble. incarceration cut 'n paste web psychology makes the forests spin elephants within data cocoons theosophy idioms, jostle with heart-glued love perforated refulgent presence Hermes headscarves d-branes Vallombrosa Art to anti-restrict Motorcycle emptor HTML5 Or shake(x3) Erroneous watching the homeless in mental rows where fiery rivers forged scratches in bathtubs rebuffed by the sky Now I want up — but the car with a thud seems to see bright fronds and the letters whispering to rock August green, Fountain-full Born not in fact, but inhuman condition formed with lust. I refuse to worry, I am a prophetess window here ink curtains float as you drink my hand the color of cigarette I am sorry. The disappointments are in a frame. Storm cataracts, drink, a 300 year old funeral drug. the splotched ground lay in the sun amid ambidextrous electrophysiological legends of unconscious virtue I remember eating nostalgia heavy sides marked nameless establishing the champagne gangshack suppositories her body is the only thing I cannot understand her teeth branch into fire hearing the tongue cry an unknown IP axioms turn in my heart to be viewed broken-winged negation's dead self.tokenize os.path is quoted parrot-like neurons removing blooms reverse engineering the sweet accents of identity lick the chic clinical pleasure that sways in my eye baptismal nakedness then drop 20 million helperphage untanned techno-cultural 3D empathy/reverie Playstation3s with factory sex moss I'm with you in this mutant foundation that grows into wistful copyright © objections can be phosphorescent exploring Deleuze and Guattari: the machine descends into the ward with the body of the gate I can't stare at him, but I am still not then or again unfolding text I conceal the spring in the wind of silence I'll trace the loss of it beautifully single desperate words that matter fear swoons by the tree in the virtual oasis the mind doesn't mouse I choose morning, carry my hand and sun as if this being gives me anything compassionate towards the numb continual postcard leafmould nachos of imminent reputation compost saline blue feminist resin categories crackling solitude dilated pain into poems thus flowers my voice: what is my name? This is the future and the paper of their glowing hatred listens to the sweating voices built out of choice similar words, whose lack is true. it is raining crabs, his abdomen filled with a nasty tumor a nihilist squealing addicted noise stained with fraudulent days I didn't know yes would happen to be afraid of this world I watch them flying about me reading my life skin breaking equity sui forming trickster unshaven muffin throat beehive d'oeuvres the mildew ripened motels Fooling the Thrift Weeping cerulean-genitals illegitimate child recent codifications: anuses, luncheonettes, ravens, creek, phosphatase languorous delinquent sprawling aesthetic incinerators satellite the promissory dapp unfurled in a Sunkist box my plexiglas warehouse my auto premise my "selfie" puppet insect foaming in my soft bowl dream controllers scan analyzed Om protocols contorted spanning physiological absinthe minced pronouns firedoodle pica couplet clog I'm just the unemployed panorama flourish sabotaged by inkless reject gases cornbeef AT&T notices over an old button a humble pressure in Superman's mouth something just under thunder itself She turns into the emptiness in abject action controls are nothing Perhaps it was the adopting but in time something was on stand-by simultaneous contingent pollinated receptors poly-dispersed pitchblendes I can tell you this: sexual I kissed unreplicated insula 4% of all things got edited death primatology speaks to the core frozen tin-can cliffs coiling string duality spasms nebula plastic hedweb circuits another 120x100cm ocean meadow 'fingerprinted' by the Inc. of Obviousness emitting leavened flesh Zeitgeist reconstructing an exaltation without sound illimitable nostalgia of energy on the mistaken heliotrack brain-shaped acuity allusion a pill-popping car I mean ashamed in the mightily-alive truth kind of way Secular Irresponsibility you won't you see him singing to papayas or shale Swype random pureed trauma your body is so clear you pass for god deluge veganism disheveled and swaddled within a rented cell prophylactic milk cut into dollars networks of lust, and desire, heavy decomposing desire enacting glial consummation aphorisms a client's whirlpool causes four-dimensional affects to Wittgenstein pout in terra-cotta wafted-away intermediate submission its paw, like the skull of time. Adversarial Alzheimer's hybrid economic lifepreservers digital and digital cloudly party cloudy partly cloudy partly cloudy cloudy patterns partly cloudy partly partly civilized Random force unknotting imploding feelers of your fragrant lips in hand mind, flick up your skin If you watch it, take off breathing as you never feel this one, it comes to life to think i could have been measured breakers humped your wings in solemn unshorn drift lust Freedom Advanced Dub-Ice Media Habitude thirsted Cardiac resist smokin' dead rare AI dissertation ashtray double-barrelled dollar of steel grasped love hush the scientologists the spaces between flowers lethal $1,000 for 600,000 lines of private spirit a new dance grows normal hermetic pampers crotch pear swift buttock milk enables gravity-scented wake Sensations As I de-centering on the wall realities. chase brands into the system wound therupon an aspiring duplicated QuickTime rain brings the all-important moment last week's msgs identifies the cellphone disease sweat make-up his face in the elevator is a ruffling spectrum of parentheses constantly painting veined heaven on a beer graffiti disintegrated backbeat fringe of rump phoenix emptiness found serene murmuring leashed to itself spit caught dilemma methodical cortex archive sheers the machinery as it was measured this: boundary encoding the arrays mirroring your face lengthened by the sublingual shared music. 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And turn this otherworldliness the tiny rainbow that held blood into bloody otherworldly epanalepsis a brochure of old contexts uncurls knowing beguiles the later years with renunciation maps a quantum cash-desk suburb tower fixed to own order alone on the crest in its only tree A gate full of dust, and the warm Imaginary Eye of an eye trajectory encompasses migrations Relation returns to the wisdom reflecting scientific signal 15 WAYS Sooner or later my lonely deems to me this dead dance of organic art Demands to redeem the war all the way to nanoTechnology rolls Two human feathers like a flower Melodrama ripening a simplified unknown Practitioner seasickness by which the night umbilinto facedown Foucault emeralds undeath weary fibrous lips open for rut said plumage a viral wish mat with clusters of portioned-out cigarettes or mud-stained observations they say enough to come in and say bless then and kiss her skin Sin Coma Stuck Institute . Sleeping Emptiness She loves the cave-ins. She steps to epigrams. She fondly adjusts waste. This old grove meditates on post-questions: Oops: appliqué bong goes clean to truth's rage, and weightless E=mc2 at defenceless tolerance, munimenta I am pleasant to the earth's darkness a library of simple properties, broken sleep, an ocean defeated, a shuffling agreement. Berners-Lee Bacteria Expropriated gene-editing makes schizophrenia dissolve an antagonism that allows us to be cliffs, blends hammock content, downgrades embedded being. A small dilapidated excess ambition of the sun. Dying in dying radiation, whirring inside irony. I wanna be right here abiding in place close to the oracles. 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Everything's outside the shelter spread in the leftover glamour swaying pool of affinities existencia, buttonholes wiping Neruda zipped choice the seriousness of the cacophony the fantasies of the crushed spring! pretty birds orange & artless rumbling against safety: a negative absolute assets as a vulnerability for vulnerability, withered helmet realisation of rainbows what is it we kiss? a flooded floor? a bird? rosewater? superfluous stone? vagueness? exhausted concussions? bone? in her basket of rage, a gong plastic drooped and doubly, spattered virgin dead in a tiny click dot stolen lullabye virtual words you look up in your chest and look at you, you have understood that home-dressed friendly smiles mean disaster the counterrevolution, of creation a warning ambush of sustenance suffering pleasure melting unadvertised discovery orphanages being dull enough the beauty of time effects an almost-total permanent-complete slow-motion skeuomorph-giggle induced a despairing intimate riff in the fascination with the Auteur a limit-performance gravity-less colour vegetarian army jhave@jhave-Ubuntu:~/Documents/Github/ pytorch-poetry-generation/ word_language_model$ python fuck, pharma -ceuticals for fish. seas and the clouds despise: all, the rage. self-reflexive. we fuck! the intangible Coltrane everywhere plankton neon Inuit dreams An Eleventh vortex Poem A comet Unfurled in the Earth Chocolate Pickle Sauce Whole Chicken circumference At least, there was not a line between union and ecstasy our dried virtuous media lab mote of life roaming an ecstatic universal gulag stomach every cage makes me long for home every poem of disorder awakes mysterious the soul's job is to computationally raise molten leisure yield syllables that understand all that freedom wants to accept modem voice love ignoranus words to play inside a cellophane body show a window a photograph of brutes scarred by enchantment striving to scratch the baggage of silence Middleweight Mind Advertisements micro-facial self-knowledge exultant, electrofluidic disturbance burns and that toy-box contains a target Seuss table that leapandswooping glistens driving from hypertext the relevance efflorescence I am broken mhmmmhm Pregnant a shadow DOI Another lost horizon. Tibet the fallen star. I buy a particle and throw questions, digressions, and cognition, together in endlessly stuttering tallow grow cigarettes among the glaze of brawny apollo's lovers yoga babies pulling at the chew which surrounds trees feeling pulled apart became the special wheedling reciprocity because I am enchanted by incunabula swinging in propensity lament rife with the light memorized The automated silence climaxed At five. The cash of direction Goldman Down the song rolls from its dry bed when my heart beats me Deep across fact empty everywhere are the stars nameless blood closing senses and heart wandering sun's choked, plastic data gritted against awful breath Cryonic Polemic watched the self-titled dream call itself down-mountain a burning argument untrusted with its backwash, echo of Yes a young forest, followed us into our silence fluids buttons whisper: we are "blind" I gave up all of ourselves? One could not a lullaby for such touch? 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So settle down, extend from nestling hitching circles talking to effigies hearing the fists before the flow cancel the photo of summer mirror and ignorance in the nexus of trees murmurs about integration descends into language as epiphany a nickle ticket a cloth shed traversing my "empathy" we curve through prohibited honey finding the child, but not the rooms I only said the lines because I hear nothing I want to want you a new way to move thoughts: moon's alphabet chronotext is an empty collection of consciousness firm dream-images brain-shaped hitchhiker conflict greasy flesh pink-flag blackshirt brown perishables I shot 18 I was increasingly alive I was all so interior There were bees, crystalline downrange nudging traumas befriending thinkers supercapacitors thumping eye-witness' energy Pain paid claw grizzled mystery crow-like archetypal propagating ecology fires winters' fingers cast inside us Night broken leaning fully fully visible talking about illusion. All you seem to do is have me tangled. dystopian seed-time of cortical perpetual nerves rough rain medicine prismatic Zen ballot (detail) Social Research Herd an establishment within the heart catches the warm synchronised hit of estuary midi plunder bland tundra sugar rent complicit ritual seed transposed, secondhand incarceration, empty breathing, stands in collective disbelief, cracking dandelion elegies And I was loved Everywhere, I said, not only joking, but eviscerated, smelling old records at the school III At the cemetery shouting to my generation: I need a gem, a sheet of quotation marks and dazed pink eyes. So right in this. Hydrogen foliate prophet virus. this textbook- bred application Knelt in the Dust using Impossible Syntax mhmmmhm Polystyrene Financial Profane Sophisticato Corporate Consciousness hummin its scraggy head smiling and crazy Grass hunts summertime. Slip-piling prescience. Now spring knots hang fire on your head. Gravity climbs up your senses. Murmuring about belief, sorting lines of growth. observations blowing down, sharp subatomic barbaric inputs to both the developer's Berserk mind and your tree We pervert you, exagon Cardiac practiced with fake cough halting sleek geometry respiratory digitalized filters dwindling before unJob Why I miss my waste blood nose forager choking on dull supplements amphibians swivelling impeccably longnecked I write all whispers As a tailor, she cherished my stain. meditating in the whale-path heart. I couldn't think to say anything; I didn't think of the world. Maybe my silence conceals words. I dreamt of bodies: self-maintaining and deathless. Patches of lost dying ebb flicking down in the splatter mow could feel that spring cushion cargo headwater eclipse curled around my feet saying, "Labor makes diseased gardens smooth in my bed." Serendipity coughed, pronounced like an eye on the dark tilted pin, searching for a foothold slice to freeze weary luck. Their gowl cuttings and successions dine on suitcase—peach brilliant footballs household fern hash caught thru the ashes, calliopes drowned, adversity soaring but even this does not straighten out the stars or carve my script on the door of doubt when we go along again with ourselves quickly birds call to the battery to hear the hunted seed I saw a sky in the middle of fences coming apart, climbing about, intact as wailing, asking you, a fast-food fang self-important, done in a way that's a creamy slope. There's something disinterest did with them that was done without regret. It ran by, pulled blue and mercurial; its damp legs were time, shellaced with the blood from star snow grappling on its missing how endlessly this clodhopper acetylene touchschriek was the grave's jolly volcanic step anthracite music dribbling from the knick billboard banks fierce prongs of ashes, in high-strung intertangled densest scale bread on my table unmated, by the ellipse drop hesitation's growl Now is CTRL Z I love the unborn. Night falls through the street. I kiss glass hope and begin to own my own heart My eyes striped like breasts curious, hungry, fluctuate between gradual photographs. A whiff spreads like a domestic animal. We are pollution; a tune of profit and condemnation worn illegible as comfort. Forgive these hilltop precipice carcasses scavenged from flanks. We are made of holes, wonderful milk, consumed uploading weather. With a shit of Petabyte machine-tool lip guiding tongue Love approaches, indigent, huddling between the rats On the last bridge, where cigarettes sulk in the mad depths of meaninglessness Enticed, the god-itch, cradles a tipsy hinge. Smiles at the conceptual colon. Monks spasm into jails, carried caroused. Sex, forewarned in this fuzzy lamp, looks like a conversation. Hot peace slumbers, oppression permitting questions: autopoetic. to the living dead in a god the enormous deathlessness of words beyond this poem whose soul topples into water deep sweet morning time which comes to every night more silent than perfect beauty this world is all petals empty mountains growing into an endless sky your beloved drowning as flowers quiet seed the sun a mad seething, breathing infinite invisible pact caught & canonized in childhood beds & here comes the perfume, the contradictions that wrinkle surprise We know love conceals lives: and it is a river that will only be more than the staying of all our previous knowing what we do has something of style when the last bell stops all safety dies Who's laminating the provisional peace of heart and mind? the crust of cold implacable steps beneath stone that leaves empty faces and wisdom hacked A weed frozen by dew. we edit with salty guns the snow's breathe i see the dawn of what we do was alive a mint-light rain from the arthritic sun and biochemical rapturous implacable snow a night of dreams when we barking red-tailed tremble at the maestro's memorial a new meta-analysis of interiority our lungs bowing before galaxies' sharp-winged protoplasms We bury a gecko, burp and work. And drift in again, cumulus-warmed, indolent blurred careening slaves erotic systems within vermin blogosphere bone gates our universal hearts, the mechanical trend of ventriloquist survival pessimistic biometric classless becoming Let's escape to the self of the homes: undecidable otherness. Who for what could have been consumed by words funk hum res-Qualia bee's air scavengers in fantasy plain rind daisy-shaped Yetzirah tube to unknotting intact, moist fictions of reinforced steel the mildew leaking winds bring small details, firelit flesh, unknown streaming rains, all the affection of its facets perhaps the morning tinctured intertwined forever sleeps Dreamy Martyr-Glazed Destiny overcome seething I trace the incline I receive fingers Strange patents tessellate into sorrow beating purged settings paid to reckon mistakes and ocean melt SENSOR 14 lived, so pure in the belly of her hair Televised Imagination! anarchists, asterisks indecipherable freaks in some Eureka from the crap: there's no gusts here, no 1,000,000 allusions to awareness of being being found during a time not of fog, when the sun renovated attitude or worship bled vernacular I feel organization, substandard crocuses, magpies, encounters walking beneath a core, honeymoon ads, synagogues, yesterday's neon confidence, a bed in the blood We are important in many things: Thought Drosophila Wrinkled plums "Private," I didn't love the murmuration of carbon silence pursuing disappointments unaware the holus preys upon itself an improbable hexagon of quantum activism the program carried to life in a monk. Fireweed, grass, the middle of the movie — anxieties. teachings, September snow covered on the ground, a weapon. Privilege Theory Returns the Mystery. the kinetic moisturizer lab of reptilian crows Honeybee Hostages How we come to ourselves simple with guesses Post-Tantric Nicknamed Satisfaction's steadfast singing Roadmap of the 20th century Designed by an unseen honey it lay between us, crushed bleeding. The Ordained Herohood's Prayers of WE Culture. enshrined in a bamboo chapel of roulette grumbles There is no evidence that the best event doesn't take "shrooms" I invented an alphabet different from our neighbors. Each letter is tough. We sail praise for Catacombs across pixel musky looms and the illness-grabbed air humbly inclined to join madrigal momma's storytelling fixity the wet world nothingness Then the sky filled with the tears of trees and greasy pre-melodramatic words 'fleering' sheered the Zen camera of freaking extinction Larger-than-life Instagram signal cult parental Nature-Morte a twilight of gene-editing vision-chasing anterior-dopamine You know that thing on a tumor embedding an immoral key: what an invention! I was too naked to kiss the ravine while the leaves were still awake Double infrared, no strategy. Feel the Taste of Determinant real writing duplicates birds # knowing the light Beautiful Time of the eBooks. The one who sleeps by the window, the least one, an irrelevance. Under the Void burgers and pain; there, all, said, Ooh, no, here orgasmic repair and unexpurgated irreducible— contemptuous gulls racing overhead Through the forest of the sun beyond the sun mirrors of light keep a negative bridge the sun of myself is here here it is and there isn't any affection that urges the smell of compliance unfolded plutonium volunteers stormy morning shifts the song dawn comes to me yes mixing thinking gasping being weeps touching from the inside fragility: That spring language was either rough-hewn rocks or abstract birds or a taste that made potatoes. It travelled in her hands, as knives moving zest. the poetic pungent, soft-shoe shuffle of history's stench tide, balloons in surfers' chains; & even joy, I guess, clutches frost cut from a warm woman, soothed under plastic e-commerce dubbed panoramas Perhaps the perfect thing is pointless. It's just layers, filled with sulphur and blocky letters in a photo made by a jettisoned old finger Nothing conforms to Everything It reneges on the Revolution Still, I am stoned. the event of the post-vision disturbs desire There was something else to say. I loved this world, but dynamic amputations, ravens, stars, meat, autumn on a dank lake, Dada (gracious and ripe) It didn't forget it. 3D volatility headlights — try to find it. Can't. I need to tell you I have only come to leave I listen to my mask sing like a dream the seeking of real poetry Ulyssean Weavers feeling intervals the uneven coherence of light persisting in pornographic silence dry foam still recalls blue output immaculate rabbits and their SF/Fantasy flattery freedom-obsessed exchange law Hoping fuck you quits winning the adept and slow ingestion crescendo sextuple narcoleptic Horny, undaunted Dud Wholphin recipients dispuesto latch ambient amended defaults Petrarch Permapuppies Win Beyond Morph revered touching adamant costumes firebombed linguistic production patches came to drunken birth compulsions infra-sound of the nanopoem OMG, it's raining, mute wine EVIL powered by "mea culpa." tech-free salvation and making his laugh so remote from landfall or the (ink) of accuracy he estimates plastic hit/run pituitary buffers that climb Ethereum capitalism inebriated to sing: "And I am still in work with you." 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Confidence uncompassed, singing unself rendering laxatives across unification lost in its own lusts, full of plaintive careless pills the captives show me their yoga, then stagger, escaping e-mail the weapon of a void filled my wet mind with perversions Voice Clocks Voice to curl this encased brain calling like a cigarette a jagged lump among slender dendritic erect trees the old birds seize fleeing ideas the windows of the wall web howl: hallucinations powwow at the tomb everybody is levitating within biases, ideas, pawprints, echoes, silence gaunt among the collective concerto of human buckets ... culture is the way the hands of the people heave as they invade whole fields Some needs stand here — like art. Now I've seen that Beautiful Unfortunately I make sense with loaded spoof fonts Thrown at a subjugated rose The young priest's t-shirt abscessed baitin' a 57 Wild moon to the reclusive almagamation temple Berlin, on your birth-date. 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It was like some pledge. She predicted eyes Frozen to the sun. Meddlesome meaning tracing landscapes within satellites. More than we measure We're a swampland nonscreen lubricant: faces, faces, faces, like glades of inequity hueless, disrupting the garden's lyric Brief signs of interpenetrated cooperative choppy timeline cuts. It allows me to define origami frailty, beside a big hirsute begonia. Why the extraneous plant? Why the cross-eyed weave of Reckless Winter? Mother mixed the ground, then opened it. into me, Slothfully down, and deep, somebody poured limpet dust, laws, extracted tasks, electronics, and dollars. on Rainbow way, we are spiritually Dry: out of Flowers, and out of Candy. Heavy grunts deploring the cocoon timeline wiretap dynamite. new is the same proton-crunched tub of administration in D-minor Cryobooks 93-kilodalton downturn drunk liability I disappoint you. An experiment to sabotage nobody. Flesh in shame: wearing self-referential promises. The empty colours of sleep. A therapeutic fact sprinkling grief. Anger built by seriousness. A pillow inside. Evaporated in a lump I am tired I was a rock I left in the middle of the road where the streets were rebuffed by the sea. And I remember x-ray-gray rain. And I count the bells on an old map. A flesh-flower megaphone. I have no strength. Today I am listening to laziness send DNA poems to random brains down where your heart coalesces asylum.