Old Texas Dirt

Sequeal to Green Texas Morning,

My bedroom is like a museum flor;

or is it Mausoleum?

So breathy in Earth dirt that

I wait like death waits, blongging

to greater metro areas of Its self....

I flied onto DFW from who-knows-God where;

Did we know where-how it would go,

when it was better? About Schmidt ask What is It?

Mike Judge cemented histery: the all-consuming Cleanse of Office Space.

Oltorf

Propose prose, I do pose as for the actor-theatre, alone in my home, forever I must seem. Just wallow pigs, pink-tan, lean and fat, all right and wrong places, in digestion molecules frequently fake out our only-human eyeballs, but betting on better memory Foresight Spaniards in the newer Mexico half-Love of the Future - -

Black as in a blue-field Night, never want a palette, hewn to Frost sex, cruises Late april , - the flooded Seas Argue Dry sand makes us die fast in fire-Light. So I just want you to see my surroundings again Here and Now, like a bug on the pollen-ridden windshields of eternity, blow us kisses, secrets Problem Child - Aunts wake late as Morning ends. Killer of All, the Sun goes High. They crawl dreamily along the double drivel driveway, masked for no purposes, ebony beetles rudely polished in the exelectricwholesaleDNA, Steamy, as if Everything is related . . . .

Grow up once, grow up twice

Sleep inside, sleep in dice:

to be free in feelings . . .

Heat is not really heat, rotational symmetry,

Amy re minds us all,

Don't forget to be awesome

Decrease World Suck, -Fighters (or Peacers), always save more Days

and Do not miss this Documentary,

Your favourite subject;

Once in every while, They learn of oneself.