I Like Looking at the Sun

 I juts listened to / watched / read Savannnah Brown's loving like an existentialist

compared Us.

Cataracts - my step mom said.

Because my eyes are bluish , most vulnerable. I peed outside the south side.

I would rather go blind.

Than anything else.

On one half of a bottle of rose wine, in one and one half cans

I said , it feels so good . I knew from the first taste.

I'll eat a weed chocolate

then go

Trick or Treating....

Doin' corpse pose this morn',

I am grateful for clean water and good food

and my arms and legs and fingers, opposable thumbs, my senses

my memory and Reason.

Water in the Sun in the Gun of the Gods

 

4

if the in the of the

The gathering of magics of playing of card boards.

To be together 

Forever. 

The End

Dictated

  I was once a poor manufacturer under the Tuscan sun weeping like a nightmarish woman Is holding my own face in high levels of boredom and washboard abs I was looking Is for a big hands and wanting a little Wang.

 I can no longer go slowly I must whisper my mind out of a car's dream I wanted to lay down on your hanging on a mechanic quick quick quick I was fleeting I was a feeling of thought a mission emotion I f***** Your hands like a sleepy potion while a bees wall of these wingers and try embarrassed don't fall down the liquid path of regrets reigning in your f****** face I don't give a f****** f*** about your little whiteness.

 The deer rumbles of Lewis Carroll and Charles dotcherson must remember to wake up when there only little boys inside the back aches of wandering through no one else's metaphorical dreams of Of Bobby elong coming I don't wish I were a temporary and sweet sweeping Brown Brown Brown folds of mommy d*** the white whale and The turnpike's are looking like elephant beamsunder houses that if they're getting washed the walls with no one else is possible or Possible religion.

freeewrite

 I open the case of retarted greenleaf let us dream in an offal pirouette 

Galaxy. The motor Car nips the Butt off gravy penis man Servile queer Time midget Ninja quiet

Like a been star, load of human hunks, lopping hero balls Off just jump start

the light in your hellth Bar

Quiet a nice noon

Quit. I drag my asshole into our body of work, politic arena

jobs

necktie creampie rodeo flatulence

i umpire your dog's free guts under auspicious derailed derelict government offices look at the rising

perpetual funk slave

gone to be west

Urn in the dieted universe that They left for us...

Green Tea with a Splash of Coke Zero. Six Other Substances, Too Much

My lips are turning to fuzzy moss and falling off.

My lips are bleeding off my face.

My blood is thicc like chocolate wine.

Chocolate vodka is her worst nightmare hang over.

Someone's been brutally mutilated.

Someone's been brutally mutilated.

It's 7:19 a.m. The sun is up. The wind is cold. Damp in every pore of Earth and Heaven.

Everyone's awake and walks towards them

Now walks steadily towards Them.

 

cool cats and cool cows

Give me all your money how.

Leonard Cohen sings Sop(gun)ano's on Grand Theft Auto 3, bridge industrial park

Come on, Rain

Come down on me.

sweet sweet grey dawn, a light blueness wake up, The whole outside world is gonna blow up, Napalm the air is fire or something, red orange yellow white, We are all okay inside our walls and windows won't break,

because God loves us too much to make sense.

I was enamored by cybercrime in my Early Womanhood, - says lourde brigerton. 

 > From: Philip McShane <pmcshane@shaw.ca>

> Subject: LOL
> Date: July 1, 2016 at 5:19:53 PM PDT
> To: James Gerard Duffy <james.duffy@itesm.mx>
>
> Hola James,
> a pause before a dinner adventure. A crazy question.
> Would you like to write a strange song of songs called something like “On the Top of the Stairway to Heaven”??
> The centre - zone is the baby brain of Jesus - the attachment is a helpful nudge!! - - it could be the story of a shy hydrogen molecule starting at .9 seconds after the big bang, wandering for 13.7 billion years - perhaps arriving in the womb of Mary and then in the brain of the growing fetus - a pretty radiant stay there … then on through West and East, perhaps with a stay in the fuselage of Barak Obama’s Airforce One, then … etc etc … on to adventures of the last three minutes and on into the radiant baby’s brain again with 100,000,000,000,000,000 other molecules and quarks but now weaved into a community of humans of over 100,000,000,000 …. etc etc.
> Many possibilites of course on the way.
> Quite a a story: “Once upon a time and a billion there was a little hydrogen molecule …..”
> LOL
> hugs
> Phil

From: Philip McShane <pmcshane@shaw.ca>
Sent: Friday, July 1, 2016 19:36
To: A. M.
Subject: Fwd: LOL



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Stumbled across this. Thought you'd enjoy.

Love,
Aaron

Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone on the Verizon Wireless 4G LTE network.
  Original Message  

A good photo opportunity

 

The God Seems to Notice

 The God seems To Notice.

There is no Noise. 

I actually practically

can't need or want to be any thing,

Nor need nor want anything. 

I wanna watch You Can't Take It with You. 

Aaron Andee say it's really Good. 

Water vapour drifts thru me in silent film air, note donnie darko's Soul. Crashing bridges, I used

To be sanfrancisco, cold as We make Our daily predictionplan; wait 4 light.

Who turns 1st?

It makes a Serene effort, inside me. Not Howl, sick scared sacred dragon

Dissipate 

Why I Am a Cloud

Four people looking out Look Back a chance a reason to be All

Christian. 

The End 

Going through Manor

Going through Manor right now.

Gonna get there somehow.

I love you when you

turn my eyes into chocolate drops.

Guitar strings bleeding grainy film project on hold.

a free write

a white woman

Toledo begs my hersuit flame buoyant hamshackle To Please Remember the seated belts that safe living has framed on the tiled wall nearby the bully's billow maybe wake up the Fireplace, make up Her Man Woke's floody fingers marsupials Invade the british Impire, a solid bed for your eleven year old friend and sister, may be happy once and a time of the Earth sun, save time forest the human young health factor listen and pray to Currents Tame Impala Yes, I am change....

Joey Valence and Brae sing now Punk Tactics

i thot ey was Beastie Boyz

Is Gorillaz

Every Day Could be better

When u die

When u are asked to live again

Bye Bye

 

Blush your face, cuz, it's cold outside.

No one knows the name of the guy

who wrote the same novel again.

He bloodied a napkin.

They washed the napkin in the sink.

Blinky the clown drowned in the drink

that she poured

            After She Mixed Up.

Larger scale Farm Note by Kristin Kimball

my email to Her:

Your latest note struck me. I marveled at your attention to detail, your thoroughness, your astute analyses. We all need to get out and pay attention more, especially to Nature and the fundamentals of modern human life, quality living. My best friend Aaron Mundine told me recently that most problems could be overcome or avoided if people just pay attention, most of all to themselves... I thank you for sounding my philosophising...

Anyway, another a beautiful note. Thanks for everything you give. I believe you're invaluable to the progress of farming and food systems. 

a better way of Life

Sincerely,

Gregory Wredberg

Enjoy the Cold {:

Her Reply":

Kind words! And I think your friend is right. Thanks for your note and here’s to attention- 

Kristin 

Sent from my iPhone

Free Speech (Write)

 Young Sheldon season six episode 4 has fans all buzzing about the 'The Zero'

Ten times a day I trickle down the economy. I forget how to approach politics appropriately. I wonder why Kim Gordon has fucked my little pupil hole: the pupil is a hole, because I asked him to walk down the Archimedes steps. He flowed like a rabbit eaten by a snake, down down down into the bowels of Hell. He spoke about it in his book. He wrote it when he was in jail for 99 times. Why didn't he wash my toenails underneath my nailbeds? He slept inside me like a whisper, like a wandering whale on the tides of the human tits. She groped me like a shit.

Why don't we try to be a better life for the human lives that sit on trees when they grow tall?

Power move, move the power to the East. Move her neck to the east. I washed my face. She made me cry, because I did not try to believe me. Secondary citizen, wash the tits on the crane. She washed me, because she was building a building. I walked in the wetland. I was a bird. I flew down to Earth. I got stuck in the mud, plastic ring around my neck, inside my knee joint.

I died, and he was captain of the army. My mother said it grew older for a good reason, so my brother tied the book to the stork's neck, and I tried to see the moon behind the Cloud, but the Son and the Father and the Holy Ghost played Pac Man for two minutes, and he made a movie about me. Sorry you missed it. I'll see you later when cry on my grave.

https://youtu.be/6vayFy_tvY8

Actually a Draem I Just Am Thinking Up

 A school, like Mina, or Hill Street... The walls outside

are green with moss or vines, some orangey bricks show.

I feel I am in the future, but I see some kids in baggy clothes

wearing backpacks walkin around; maybe I am the past...

A couple of shorts queues slowly go inside, large daark-red open metal doors.

It seems foggy, must be morning.

I feel like falling onto the damp asphalt. A middleaged blonde woman

approaches me forcefully. I get too scared, tears in my nose.

She opens her mouth close to me. I hear noise and voices,

like a quiet megaphone playing out from inside her.

I shrink. I see my clothes engulf me, i feel nude.

She continues to stare into my soul, everything else kinda disappears.

Sky looks stormy, maybe Sci Fi, orange and purple planets orbit us too fast, Eclipses.

She floats upside down, her face still facing me.

I don't know if we are going Anywhere....

Come Back in Ten Million Years

when i wanna do something.

accuse all these guys

of much-needed conspiracy.

A planet made of rocks and plants

put you down on a gutter shelf,

my desk was Clearly the messy office.

    Two hot pockets and a Hi C

    fruit punch, no more Capri

        Sun under Land Fills

        - Taco truck

          Burn the Morning Sun.

 Tropical hallmark small town 

With humour , wealth and relaxation. 

It's media from Australia and New Zealand. 

Isolation   Escape   Retreat   and   Return

Youtu.be and streaming 

Staying home 

Almost all of Almost all of each day  . . . .

go to the Bathroom, go to the Doctor

A brand Spanking new 80 million dollar facility

Look at thar shiny hard white floorr . . . .

Shiver Me Tingles 800 Words My Life Is Murder Mystery Road Strange Behaviour Dead Kids Chill Peep asmr

 Early Actor

Everything But the Computer 

- where are we - the ends of Lines

- single pixel 256 bottom right

Success code The Colour billwurtz

james clerkmaxwell

making all the Money, Crashcourse

mind-opening flipping the hand of the human

career off goal pus quickly quietly

realise some of us got 

the ten Words, image the form

They Theory

Perfect bug feature

say someone

The End

"I Say My Voice"

  I want make love I want make love lol Army balls At the house cycle of a bulbs Brown streak supply Maybe dicks in my house Holes

holes holes holes. 

 Is it meat what is meat

 I think you are correct

 I met you in the park on a Sunny green

 Tantalize blonde woman mother of one young boy

 I drink Russian vodka and cream from the cream from cow's utters and Mexican dark coffee liquor

 So you on the Internet wish you were Not as shame as I Send Shane Same

 Saint Saint Saint Saint

OK just relief

SANE Or a case please readMy wife

essay any

 I say my voice

 Thank you good night good luck

,,,....

Gotta take off

my body and see

myself growing

old with you.

Cryonic One 3,000 a.d.

 Close your eyes and forget you are Altogether

 please

Cryonic principles ... a sagebrush, alive tumbleweed, a desert breathing

Is four a. m.?

I repeat a hospital, moan for me No one supervised splay megaphones on the space edges between a wall and ceiling, Top over the Bottom, Our Edge Spaces, cry tiny salty life love baby repetition. Yolanda, send the petition Religion shall be for everyone, these distinct lands

make up best solutions, make these good people  ....

Work in a Time

Free Write

 Splashes

mill burrito noodle neck time precisely your own special hidey place underneath stars to wake up finding your elfish toes nibbled to Pisces

nextdoor leftover human uncle fleischman gunsmoke harbour nipple test nickel in toldeo's mountain basement

I have Been Kills, which keep me reaping sad corn nibs, diary wank in the ghoul shadow makes her Freezer just fucking

Keep up

With us

she bang the doppel must muster Mustard wealth in fire regions of the French Country, Custer leavens the bone broth of gullible honourable god-forsaken Holy enemies, that they are Mightier and More Sacred and More Noble and everything you and I cannot be, because we will Actually tin can below the hymen sack and foster and die then

fine they are, how about when we try to beg a street corner for dusty crossroads, tire out and fetch longwaters

stretch out 

Been good ....

https://youtu.be/V77mKfoiVug

 It' going a little weird. It's hard not - I'm starting to cry, because I'm telling the truth. It's just really hard. I'm watching Tenacious D on Tim Heidecker's podcast. My sinuses started to tingle really hard, and I had to squint, eyes filled with tears. [Jack Black talks.] This is entertainment.

Anyway, we drove back from South Padre Island 3 days ago on Wednesday. It's Saturday afternoon. My mom went to a garage sale and to watch a football game I think. I don't know why she wanted to do that, but - something to connect with people, society, some kind of maybe culture, and just 'get outside of her own self for a little bit.'

I went to work on Wednesday, but I went in the building and decided not to go to my work place. I was drinking some white wine for some reason. I realised we had white wine from Patrick's and Bridgit's wedding Saturday, and I put whine wine in my to-go cup, and I drank it on the way work. I realised - I feel like, I don't really know why I drink alcohol, but it seemed like it's hard to go to work, so I might drink wine to make it easier to go to work. I don't feel, my body is more comfortable, and I can just go and talk to people at work and do the job, but I realised on the way to work, even though it seems like drinking alcohol will make my job easier, it actually just makes it a lot harder to actually go to work. I just start thinking, why would I do this when I can just not? I can just turn my car around and go back home or something. I didn't sleep enough I guess. I can just go back to bed. I think this is just an eternal problem. [laughs]

So that's what I did, and then I sent my old manager an email, because I didn't have any other contacts at work. I asked her if I could get my new manager's email, but she just forwarded my email to my new manager. I still haven't contacted them. So the next 2 days I just skipped work and drove around. I bought a bottle of rhum and drank way too much, was really tired driving home. Yeah, I guess I was drunk. So I quit my job and have to tell my mom, because I don't wanna keep pretending to go. Last night I didn't drink, but I thought I was gonna go donate plasma for $40 or whatever. There's a bonus: they give 80 people $2,500. That's over 2 months of rent. I'm pretty scared to tell my mom. I'm supposed to go back to work Tuesday. Well, I think I've already been fired, because I just haven't - I guess I notified them on Wednesday that I wasn't coming in, but then I just skipped 2 days in a row. 

On Thursday I stayed in Bastrop and saw The Woman King at the movie theater. It was like $10. It was basically what you'd expect, just kinda boring, so straighforward. The 2nd in command general lady, she was really cool looking. She got shot in the back. She's really pretty. I wanna find out what her name is.

I gotta watch something else on Youtube now. Anyway, so Tuesday I'm going to get a haircut, hairtrim at Leeann's place. My mom's going too, just to talk to Leeann about her hair. 

It's pretty interesting.

Let's turn my face around. I think instead of going to work Tuesday, I'm gonna tell my mom I was offered a job, because I emailed Green Gate Farms and they asked about being a field hand for 5 hours in the morning, 8:30 to 1:30. I just wanna try that. I kinda wish I hadn't quit my job. I was thinking if I could just make $4,000 dollars, working up until I move into my new apartment. Because I need money to pay the rent, but I also think, I don't know, I can just not pay rent. I don't really care if - cause I can just move back into my mom's house whenever I want. I don't have to do anything. I mean, they can send me to hospital or a homeless shelter. I don't really care. I can sleep outside. I can like pretend I'm dying and get covered by ants and crickets and grasshoppers and coyotes and deer: whitetail deer crawling over my body out in the wilderness, in the scrubland, in the brush, in the bush. And they lick my lips, and I just like turn into a liquid and soak into the dry clay earth, sandy grit in between my teeth. The sun just turns into a boy stabbing my brain, and he goes into the land where I turn into a princess, and the bubbles of gum, blue gum huge bubbles, pop out of my esophagus, and I become a cloud of lumpy space princess. And Princess Rainicorn. I just turn into a starstream of nebulae, and I forget to skin the cat and breathe the rice paddy.

Um, goodnight, I'll talk to you soon, love you.

Goodnight, I'll be everything, and I'll be everyone, night night.

Clean Photo

 

Happy Christmas, 2,022

Chel Tim

Sea blended, I sink your telephone wish bones.

Tea in the gay afternoons best by the night you foreign 

Dog, losing all rest... Diet engineering totally worshipped;

I misssed Your enigmatic bold fact, zcience be damned,

Cloudy cold mornings, dream in my very Eyes.

Always Say Yes to you, Whynot?

Dearest Freedoms, bake me to The Moon

Tropical Paradise, don'ting to wait

I love you, you see it and You know It....

time-frothy

Happy Christmas, 2,022

Brid Pat

 Turtles in the creek

so Lonely you can't see.

Index and thumb like tweezers

to pick up the loose comic book page.

The wetness triangulates,

your soft eye Would detail.

The marriage of the infinite 

in the seemingly mundane.

Forever cross the I's, Alone Together 

at the end, atop The T.

Happy Christmas, 2,022

Lore Kit

 Calm honey denotes Hermosa.

Flowers fall like a waterfall, for You.

Heroes in the Water, way hotter

then the sun, begging life beyond.

Holy Weeds seem to think You

are the moon: So Soon? Be linda,

Actually making the Dolorosa dollers,

Save Your Sin! May the Force of our

jokes, quietly on a sweet May Day,

[[ pick up slacks at 4:14 p.m. La Trinidad

The End

Happy Christmas, 2022