maybe something

Saturday, May 28, 2022

Then : I don't really understand ... [ really do not ]

Thursday 6:10pm

2:30 PM

a Bear Pond Book

" my tits are tired , " Kristin kimball, an author, journal ist , and mother of 2 Daughters

a quiet place to read , within sunny woods

all alone by your self except for all the humans and people helping you to disappear in the dark warmness of paper pages

leafs leave you all together

wet and happy

milk and light in side and out

wash away worry and the past

the future grins and frees all of our minds

For Eternity

is our Friend

They are.

r l a

Resident Lonergan Assistant

we speak but of course of the Bernard

all one'

oll over the cos mo uni Verses verity verily

Old Aver

Be My Best

All friend grey and diss cide

dissuade

and assuade

the beginnings of Ever forests forget Time

Here just for the leaving

I know

and we Go -

- - -

The End

Marqckees

band name ideas, black plastic letters on white outside a building, yellowish lights,

The Roofing Companies

Realistic Penis

Album or book title:

Alove

last song,

Alife

It's called the Amphitheatre of Endless Sand

... i call her Canu.

Friday, May 27, 2022

Repeated Words from Landscape with Double Bow

solo solo

improvisation improvised improvise

grand grand

sound sound sound sound

bow bows bow bow bow bow

arbor arbor

grapes grape grapes grapes

color color

death death

light light

more more more more

staccato legato staccato legato

harvest harvest

curve curve curves

distortion distort distortions

ear ears

heart hearts

Slowin' down, my power's out.

I'm as salty as the bottom of a fish that's just been gutted wide open.

Quickly I will peter out at the first sign of the new moon risin'.

Thursday, May 26, 2022

Lord Will Leave Town

Lord will leave town

just as soon's they fuggered out

what the fuck is goin' down,

Do da di doh ow

Dear dying dudes Doom doom doom

All of us other nude nude nudes.

Wednesday, May 25, 2022

_ Rrrr rRr rr R _

Tree Bright Leave Tonight Alove Forever

Wrestle in the Restroom

French Pear

The Roofing Companies

Sequoia

Daily Camera Archives

Todd Hubbard, left, of Superior, walks out of Flatirons Crossing Mall with Darcy Kimball, from left, Bonnie Kammerer, Kristin Robinson, and Rich Vosburg, all of Denver, on Thursday. Hubbard was hopping to shop at the mall, but after learning about people being stranded at the mall overnight from the winter storm, he offered rides home for as many as he could fit in a SUV.(Photo by Josh Lawton/Digital First Media/Boulder Daily Camera via Getty Images)

Tuesday, May 24, 2022

Late May Beach Club

If no one belongs

Wind is whipping

Your Turtle hair

Pubic soup listen to

Public person Al Ad

2 and 3 and 4 make rain out out

Of shaved Ice. No one weird was lookin' .

I lick the Ruin. Just for a taste Like, nacho

Feed my cerulean camp du jour

Feel a GREYNESS block my pupil hole

} imposing impounding {

And our anus bowels like Next tomorrow's

Left over wheat death, bark

Zoom zoom zoom

Zoomer Doom, clean, glean, grow and mong;

Tickle piano, black and white bodies -

We fear we have spoken, speak to in Please,

Now no one Don't.

. . .

Monday, May 16, 2022

Rolly Polly natalised your grown Music, however the little time tried when it tried our tomato suckatash.

3 Bean Freedom:

1 Spoon, well oiled

Killed dragon or other real dead animal, 2 kg

A drained river, running for its life, spooled onto pasta, dried in The desert, collected in a gold golfball basket, sold to a seafood restaurant

1/4 g of iodized Kosher salt

2 pints of ale

3 gallons of water

Interstructions

Boil everything together

Remove from heat

Serve on plate or bowl piled high with large spoon

Enjoy, but just a little

Tuesday, May 10, 2022

A 9:15 a.m. Tuesday 32 Year-Old Bathroom Breakfast Song

Let's go to Blockbuster and Papa Murphy's

I don't see how we could ever die inside

It's 8 p.m. I think the sun jest set

riding around in a 4 door sedan

Monday, May 9, 2022

Softer than the heat of hell

A baby grows in a bursting shell.

An ER rushes to the lima bean port

Chalky saliva red pulsating tongue gums teeth

Frowning 16 year old male surgeon verbally insisted / frosted blue light triage waiting Skin /

Stewed death pot penis Dictate Didactic porcelain yellow Frog believer relative

Ariana Grande hums dear dracula 7th water trap Saint Paul and egregious gregarious

Pilfered Suit Palmetto

The Crane

Newt

Imbarriss

Mint

The End

Saturday, May 7, 2022

Long Potato Drum, a Musically Changing Psalng

" It's a long potato drum, a snicker Sermon.

. / " . . . . ' {{_)()*@%#$^^&*()_+{:?":{{_)(*&^%

After words, afterward /

Funliner Notes, fineline :

" You and Them

Books and Blems {Bends blends}

They look up Their heads at you. "

Thursday, May 5, 2022

9:18 a.m. 82 Degrees F Cloudy

"I wish they'd do Beach Front Bargain Hunt again."

staying home

from chair cushions

the Television

this roll top desktop monitor

81°F Partly Sunny

Blue umbrella Red circle Rain off and on

Wednesday, May 4, 2022

Song at 7:33 p.m. Cloud Dusk

Did you find a way to pay the bills last night

deep in the morning of the darkness of the light?

What Will Our Great-Grandkids Think of Us? -- Ear Biscuits Ep. 333

There always comes a point.

It's like a sharp tooth Arrives.

An upside-down Mountain stabs

the crown of your brain.

I took three or four sips or shots of rhum and vodka.

One tastes of a sugar cane plantation in a place like Jamaica.

The other of a heavily-used toilet, like a port-a-potty.

So therefore the happiness is high tide.

I step up from the blue carpet den to the orange tile living.

No metaphors direct or indirect hollow men my mind on internet Youtube podcasts Spotify, thank you I'm sorry.

No one asked or never ask who will, I don't know or care, If I do you let me know,

too sunny for days, milk of my friend who was too much for me, I wish I knew her, she has diamond dream heart eyes

I love the yellow Health and Hellness

we bake Wealth into Apples from inside libraries

dank dark flowing nubbins from Homeless we Once Had to Work

Hope you realise and remember, traffic bully no car ticket helpful hulk of oppressive bureaucracy nobody filet Time gruntle Scope perpetual Night allow Music open Wounds older Activists

Say all the Want,

So she wanted waited I overcame

Just belief, hero of one day kill off green insex creases in wallaby panties kwiet

sweet labial fracture human diatribe monocle Nucleus the New Cletus Make a bomb money Dies diet refraction of sick Light They over Power

We rest and Heal, the Personhood of the Free State, Free Persons, Heaven for Ever y One

The End

texas milk wort

Not Warts, But Worts July 6, 2020~ shoreacres Beautiful though theMaryland milkwortmay be, that little

“bouquet in a blossom” is far from the only milkwort in Texas. Several species bloom across .

Why Did This

Need arise?,

the sun bloody the

ski spies?

I shall imagine

to be a Need.

everything could die any moment.

everything should die, some time,

in some way, some where

for some one, solid oak --

burgeoning flower fields

talk to them.

Awaken [ excerpt of farm note by kristin kimball ]

the Amish family who just moved here from Ohio, were a key part of that team. They are experienced vegetable growers, and are used to transplanting. They have fast, well-trained hands! Special thanks this week to Adam Hainer at Juniper Hill farm who has been giving us early greens in exchange for parsnips. And finally a reminder to everyone that we host outdoor meditation in the linden trees every other Sunday at 10:00, led by Paul Deal. All are welcome, and the next meeting is May 8th. Bring something to sit on, and meet at the electric car chargers if you don’t know where the lindens are.

That’s the news from Essex Farm for this lamb-tastic 17th week of 2022.

So far, all is well, which is promising, as we often see the most problems at the very beginning and very end of lambing.

just like this spring, slow and chilly. Small newborns get lamb jackets when the temps are low and the wind is whipping, which makes them look like little sports fans, bundled up for the game. We saw the first lambs last week, then a pause and a dribble until the crescendo began yesterday. Now we’re really in it, and the flow will continue to increase and then peak

about seven to ten days from now.

This spring has been especially slow and chilly. The soil is still cold, and the pastures are two to three weeks behind typical growth. Most years, we put cattle on grass the first week of May. Unless we see a big grass sprint from suddenly warm weather, it will

probably be May 15 this year.

You can find the sauce recipe at the end of this note. Keep it in your pocket for asparagus season, which is right around the corner!

When we eat seasonally, we trade ubiquity for quality, and for taste. The first year or two,

it might seem strange not to have asparagus in winter, or strawberries in fall, and then it becomes strange to have those things.

} - - {

I really believe there’s something more, too:

eating seasonally from our own climate matches what our bodies need for each given time of year.

Love, Gregory

Wredberg

Monday, May 2, 2022

parts of tender buttons. i posted another part long ago to facebook.

Pride, when is there perfect pretence, there is no more than yesterday and ordinary.

A sentence of a vagueness that is violence is authority and a mission and stumbling and also certainly also a prison. Calmness, calm is beside the plate and in way in. There is no turn in terror. There is no volume in sound.

There is coagulation in cold and there is none in prudence. Something is preserved and the evening is long and the colder spring has sudden shadows in a sun. All the stain is tender and lilacs really lilacs are disturbed. Why is the perfect reëstablishment practiced and prized, why is it composed. The result the pure result is juice and size and baking and exhibition and nonchalance and sacrifice and volume and a section in division and the surrounding recognition and horticulture and no murmur. This is a result. There is no superposition and circumstance, there is hardness and a reason and the rest and remainder. There is no delight and no mathematics.

MUTTON.

BREAKFAST.

A change, a final change includes potatoes. This is no authority for the abuse of cheese. What language can instruct any fellow.

A shining breakfast, a breakfast shining, no dispute, no practice, nothing, nothing at all.

A sudden slice changes the whole plate, it does so suddenly.

An imitation, more imitation, imitation succeed imitations.

Anything that is decent, anything that is present, a calm and a cook and more singularly still a shelter, all these show the need of clamor. What is the custom, the custom is in the centre.

What is a loving tongue and pepper and more fish than there is when tears many tears are necessary. The tongue and the salmon, there is not salmon when brown is a color, there is salmon when there is no meaning to an early morning being pleasanter. There is no salmon, there are no tea-cups, there are the same kind of mushes as are used as stomachers by the eating hopes that makes eggs delicious. Drink is likely to stir a certain respect for an egg cup and more water melon than was ever eaten yesterday. Beer is neglected and cocoanut is famous. Coffee all coffee and a sample of soup all soup these are the choice of a baker. A white cup means a wedding. A wet cup means a vacation. A strong cup means an especial regulation. A single cup means a capital arrangement between the drawer and the place that is open.

Sunday, May 1, 2022

Chrunch Wrap Supreme

Love is Just Like a chrunch wrap supreme,

You must eat eggs, life must slide away....

Squueezze Out.

Just don't touch it.

Laying down on thin grass on your front

No one Air empty backyards

Jokes Novak

May one get away on a weekend sincere thought, apple Friend laugh

The day long, superior touching experiments

Cry a blessing forgot no one

Being a try, woman to die Life inside Hope in a Swim, Crumb a Love perfect now

The End

Saturday, April 30, 2022

teach me i'm so bad a[t] this.

i should try to live like you.

Wednesday, April 27, 2022

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.

Tuesday, April 26, 2022

Leave _ _ _ Room

Far away, part of the

System of Injustice:

no opportunities

for many, too many

for the few

who live a kind

of blind freedom.

Most survive,

Form { /\ } Ideas

of Blind Slaves

. . . . . . .

boggle

Art can Rant about anything ( especially an Ant ) : how Sin Reins people, when we give in to heavy hard Rains. Nerds gain Haste then melt under the Tears of the Stern Terns. Shears of old ladies cut long told Yarns, ending everything.

A rat ate her rag, so the hag covers it in tar, and some also gets on a gar, who is near, eating a hare. Some git soaked in gin looks in the window and threatens to sue her. She hushes him by the offer of deed on a lode in precious nature, thereby releasing him from dependence on the dole. They hug. Away he goes, his gait as bright as worried tin, his mind as bright as that of a nit, who sleaps fo'eva on osean's floor. Where they leave a gnat zips through transcendescent hues, a holiness having disseminated through the open door. The finally pure air gives breath full of gracious glorious lore . . . .

rat rag hag tar gar hare git gin sue lode dole hug gait tin nit sea gnat hues door air lore

Sunday, April 24, 2022

You wait at the hour, the hour to begin

Purist in a dreaming

The Author of Machines

The ENTIRE book of john - grant us peace asmr

Heres a stupid question

Where is your first finger?

And how many fingers does it take to fold your hand?

Can you recycle trash?

How old is the youngest person?

What does the sun do at the bottom of the ocean?

Is night black?

How can my legs be longer than the street?

What are city limits?

What time zone is sunrise? Did it rise?

How fast will time speed backwards if all clocks are turned upside down at the same time?

What does a baby's forearm look like and how can we tell?

Is measurement accurate?

If a equaled b when c equaled d, and each 1 is the square of a rational being, whose number is this?

What's her story?

If a book is red backwards word by sentence, will the beginning be the end?

The End

Saturday, April 23, 2022

You still at the bakery and prayers for your son

- David ward on facebook

https://takashikokubo.bandcamp.com/track/pinaisara-falls

Her mother ; Energetic forms

the idea of notwithstanding

I thank you for making hamburgers

They were really good

Cheese onion tomato mustard buttered toasted bun

The New Yorker near the end of 2021, Mother Superior, Ariel writer

Baloon child

Thursday, April 21, 2022

I woke up again

from intense real dreams

into a world of blue clouds

gathered wetness, the internet.

"It would be weird to be alive."

People I knew and people I won't.

Strange Light

Alive Again

Young love revenue

i used to know what i knew

black stocks

pink rubdown shakedown

a slow drive to the mall

This lady is gone.

A slow tractor pulls it on.

Sleep tight revue

4 white connected pages

pamphlets for healthy deaths

break stein rockets save the rest

i used to love what i do

Wednesday, April 20, 2022

A 'Good Enough...'

was vacuuming, not so well, and I was kind of annoyed, maybe with myself or the cosmos, the way things are and happen. I realised with a smiling delightful quiet feeling [maybe the 'bearable lightness of being' [every thing that is (being) is a 'being' ] ]

that most things are .... [hmm, hard to remember what I thought, something like] .... not how they should be, not the way we want them, not reasonable, or something {: ...

- "no thing is supposed to be one way or another, nothing needs or wants to work out. Everything is okay. Maybe. What ever (: - Of Course Anyway, "The only necessity is The Trinity."

... and even more things do not matter, probably mean nothing, and are not worth thinking about

Later,

My friends

Love

Greg

Casual Affect

a senior statistician at the RAND Corporation and codirector the NIDA-funded RAND/USC Opioid Policy Tools and Information Center (OPTIC) whose goal is to foster innovative research, tools, and methods for tackling the opioid epidemic. Her statistical research has focused on methods for estimating causal effects using observational data. Her public health research has primarily fallen into three areas: (1) the effects of gun and opioid state policies on outcomes, (2) substance use treatment evaluations for adolescents, and (3) the impact of nongenetic factors on Huntington's disease. She codirected the RAND Center for Causal Inference between 2013 and 2018. She has served as the principal investigator on four grants sponsored by the National Institute of Drug Abuse (NIDA), the latest two devoted to developing new tools and methods to understand causal mediation and moderation and assess the sensitivity of effect estimates to omitted variables (www.rand.org/statistics/twang), and well-operationalized, empirically-supported sequences of decision rules—known as “Adaptive Interventions” (AIs)—to provide guidance about substance-use services decisions for adolescent clients. Griffin's research has appeared in leading journals such as Drug and Alcohol Dependence, Statistics in Medicine, Journal of the American Statistical Association, Annals of Applied Statistics, Journal of Causal Inference, and American Journal of Public Health. Griffin also serves on the editorial board of the Annals of Applied Statistics. She received her Ph.D. in biostatistics from Harvard University.

Tuesday, April 19, 2022

Free write word regurgitation

I same tally Lohman belief graphs jiggle kim hello por time relapse relax

Music class dick money nuptial in the carefree car lane on the strip called vegas boulevard a big gay convention center

my buttt speaks public bathroom with 49 thousand other anuses help yelling thru toilet paper tubes from the next galaxy of green lives beg to forgive the leftover God who deems great fractions of equality from time to Pass and free the little room that gives hope to your over full belly licking human tassle hassles run away to incite the local Killing of Daemon rape hell knows no justice very descriptive but all together and mostly banding the youngest and most deliriously nauseous Rank never rankle the grand father pushing light Yokes the Best Sliver to Promise Always Prime Number Now Expect His Life is

Saturday, April 16, 2022

You are my father; I know you so well.

The Name of the Water; the Sun in the Well

Jewish Chiropractor

I can't get work as a leper.

Friday, April 15, 2022

4 Songs [a dusk walk on Michele alone]

Quiet Quiet

A quiet quiet

Quiet quiet

I don't believe him.

Don't believe him.

Wasn't easy

Scene Stealer

Walk lightly walk lightly

[Light percussion, riding cymbal]

What do you say when I wanna say?

Whadda You say when I wanna say?

Breed

Colloquial synapse soliloquy synagogue

What time it takes to breed

On the character sheet.

What animal What breed ?

Take our time to breed

The animal of things

The purpose of our being

The watching of the seeing

Colloquial synapse soliloquy synagogue

My Mother's Socks

look like baby socks.

Don't watch the sun drown tonight.

Christian churches fall

to the devil

Inside.

Thursday, April 14, 2022

Link's Spring Break Trip, Ear Biscuits #329

Clean corporations clean

the sunny day

on the disney channel.

Manufactured windowless

recording rooms and natty-

lit lobbies of open air far

From natural nature make

me feel TV lives in crime--

in my body, gross processes

suchas feces and gastro-intestinal

Blood.

Wipe the black night off

in streaks with a flushable

sponge, Please, my fluid father.

Gay Like Rain, Pussy Breath,

Zac and Codi on the Hi Seas

Steal my Soul, Please, Human

Face of God, I am a movie, die Now.

Saturday, April 2, 2022

The 1st of June

The forst of Joooon,

In Brigadoooon,

My troo lahv did fly the floon.

~ ambient whistles.

Kettles, alt lyres :

People say that you'll fly

Better than without water,

But it's all just a lie. Scare yourself

Scare your daughter.

I miss doing nothing, sleeping late, staying home all day (:

Also I love taking a walk at dawn

Thursday, March 31, 2022

The Tweed Bull

Hairy like laminance

Breast stroke through the war

Dire circumstance

Rocky grassy clifff

Not so healthy you and I

Crime flavoured bits , glassy eyes

Potato skin Human elbows and knees

Scratchy wishbone

Freak spells out on the water wishes a home -

sealgull micro scopic boat-sheen

... michael, take me safely

God's front gate

A Piece of Alone

Don't say Won't.

at peace at once

Theys are pret'y, ya kno. Monkey's lookin' like a Faerie.

Wednesday, March 30, 2022

The Fittest Bird

Darwinian , Ornithological , Theoreticall

Quality personhood. A personality who lives

Love to appreciate science and nature....

A'right toddy scene

Best Being

Seen seeing

bloke looking ruddy tomshoes grunt falk demonise

A bunting, a crook, a swallow, a finch A Lark

Extinct is forever.

No DNA

[>wouldn't want to care anymore anyway<]

Speciesist cancerous growth of feelings

Forge Forgetting

Blame , Madam

Seriously Lonely

Lovely today

Live to Forgive Beauty

Grace in eyesockets and noses and lit'le hairs

She wants better living conditions,

Tax the rich.

Reasons to burn down Beds

Tuesday, March 29, 2022

I don't think we can possibly live for a certain distraction.

My scene is confusing. ... Psychosomatic ... career move moving pictures Restructuring complicated commonplace complaints Corporate

The Stage Group Management

An exaggerated facebook police force

12-foot tall sliding glass Beach House 1.2 Million United States Dollars

Wind sand grey clouds

16-year-old short story No Mind

I don't want ever to seem to pretend to care about any one.

I really do

Care about Anyone.

The End of an Ego-youthful

pastel yellow v-neck.

The End

They meet in the endless park by the ball field.

Amantha says I thought I knew you. Cracks a grin.

A sly smirk is drawn out of Tawny, I guess we just gotta find out ... Ourselves.

The Real End

Speaking Listening Understanding

Jesus Christ

Holy Ghost

God

h e

Equ ila

ter alt ria ngl e

Tawny Finds

Very hopeful and curious, Tawny brightens today by waking and drifting out of bed through the bathroom and kitchen, all the golden, window-paned, curtained Sunlight. "The light of Tha Son keeps me shinin' (: ," Tawny muses in her deep Georgia twang, eyes wandering toward the popcorn ceiling.

She fills her active mind with questions, hypotheses and possible plans, all having to do with .. .. bodies, petite sleek like rabbits or seals or otters, pass around each other like wispy clouds at night or day, coastal winds or mountain tops in early spring or late summer....

Their minds on the internet, green wires, eyes sparkle and short-circuit, bleeding caps blue light too tired her times of the months trying the white liquid - - Lonely for all the right reasons.

Monday, March 28, 2022

It is not safe or brave

We are a wonderful life

" a fun car puzzle game

That you can download "

- August

' ... definitely worth a try. ' ( Christianity )

Philip McShane

To try to be truly actually actively earnestly Human

And that's Excellent, so that's Good.

- Dr. Belinda, one of the doctors here, PsychScene Hub

Functional Specialization

Functionalise - Make functional for Good reason

A person or persons who function to expand the Good

Whose function/s is/are good

Specialise. Efficiently mind and actualise and connect. Be an expert. Try to complete tasks and reach goals, advance and progress.

Bend history and reality toward love, beauty and charity.

Be God

The End

Fugate, the trust of molecular time
Uptight Sara and her bongo mango
Until then I spent a year trying on the hats of wood lice.
The mechanical finger, the ticking, the ... Crossing
maybe the going home where wild
Flowers Flew

Gregory, today is Val Demings’ birthday! We quickly need 5,000 signatures to surprise her with an outpouring of support. Can you add your name to her bday card? >> val4fl.org/l/uw2Bl

-Team Demings

Sunday, March 27, 2022

Time in the Distance

Life was a little bin

Cruces fell into the crack -

walk weakly scrape by the milk

of life wanting a little thin

Sleep faint summers up

Sold frames begot the bloodstained back

Freed slave marinates on the mariner's ilk

Swaddle ships mellifluous maps

Gregs greet graveyard Gods Soup Spin

Friday, March 25, 2022

Life is full of Golf Courses that give you herpes.

Her fuel is full of flood fools.

There was a queue in the ladies' loo.

" Your phone is almost setting "

Thursday, March 10, 2022

Old Day

Take your H-a-i-r down!

Put your H-e-a-d off.

Today is not a new day.

Today is an old day.

We are Austin on CBS.

Cardio Babies, don't look at the sky.

Cardio Babies

Don't Look at the Sky

maybe an old joy

Old Joy, the title

Making New Old Days

Putch-your Hair off!

Take your head on

Tuesday, March 8, 2022

Wes Andesron's order

1. royal tenenbaums [of corse] - 96

2. The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou - 95

3. Rushmore - 95

4. Bottle Rocket - 95

5. The Grand Budapest Hotel - 94

6. Isle of Dogs - 92

7. The French Dispatch - 92

8. The Darjeeling Limited - 90

9. Moonrise Kingdom - 88

10. Fantastic Mr. Fox - 77

scores are out of 100

[an lone song

[an alone song]

i gotta go buy some alcohol

i don't have control over myself

my mom is leavin the yard right now

that's steve zissou

my mom is going to the cardiologist

i dont wanna die with my hands tied in God's mouth

i never made a good choice but i find my self leaning towards the end of the road

and im gonna write some stuff, im gonna write a stream of control of myself

its a song and its a meaningful election

it needs to go back to wherever it was born

im a folk man, im a fool for the plan that no one ever pretended was real

it's gotta find out where the Dog is born and where it dies . . .

my life is just a Life.

Byebye.

Stream of Con Trol of My Self

Hello, i been drinkin vodka this late morning stage, because my mom is at the Cardiologist, so that being said, I think I've done some things, and I just wanted to, I had wanted to maybe type a stream of consciousness uh thing. Just a words vomits, but it's a lot easier if I just say it or sing it.

And so I'm gonna go. I'm gonna do a 2 minute stream of consciousness poetry slam. Okay, it's almost at a minute. I'll go to 3 minutes. I hope you can handle it, Ha . . . . [ n d l e ]

O, my face is just a rhyme on the super human time that comes down from the next level up.

He makes mistakes like me and he has my same name and face, but it makes a lot less sense than when the human race designs the polygraphic metamorphic singleton deck.

He washes it with his tongue and he makes the sluts all cum. Sorry about that. He made more mistakes, but he couldn't face the erasure of the 1989 world series.

She made her own mind out of clay and lime and pieces of steak.

She was great at looking for time beyond her eyes. Never look beyond your own navel.

It makes the universe seem like a craven morsel of flesh.

She made her mind inside her womb.

Everyone bloomed, because the world rained onto itself.

It made no sense, but that made no difference.

Watch it and Learn and do not discern the Lady

and do everything I say and do whatever I don't.

Monday, March 7, 2022

o, what a wangled teb we wake.

And [british accent] how doth 1 wake a wangled teb ?

Talib Kweli ?

mos def

The End

Bey

Look at All the Light

from the Computer Screen

It's all ways important to remember Your self.

Oh it's like I did not find it , like it was never there . - Kristin Kimball at Bear Pond Books

I cannot remember how this Life is supposedly Ours .

Devour

She's already gone forever.

She's flying high under the weather.

The radar's broke, cuz we never fixed it

In any way the Moon will devour the day.

Alternate Envoy , Warren Zevon

The Engines are mad at the Iroquois.

What is plan, what is a ploy?

Who is a god, who is a boy?

I don't know where / if I am boy.

My rice is holy, my rice is black

My god is good, my god's my attack

rice / God

we eat dirty spanish rice after salads to nite

A Walk Out

The Road is Brown and bloody.

The Snow is song and Slutty.

What you Know is not Your own life.

Inspired by the Nick Cave and Warren Ellis Concert Last Night

Everything is like a Scam.

Some people make anything to try to make you make their lives better.

The exchange of goods and services for the Currency

The weight of the world

The weight of your soul

They weigh nothing.

The meaning of this song

The silt of your throng

I am Bright as a Lady in Waiting.

Sunday, March 6, 2022

Elective Revelative

A Trans Form
I: I Am Beat
II: I Been Beat
Crush Boob
Capital Waves
Games Play the Son
Jesus Christ Impending Ending
Meaningful Health

Angel Olsen's Shut Up Kiss Me as heard in part by me

We can take it down to the Floor.

We don't have to feel this anyMore.

There's so much that we just can't igNore.

sung yesterday

If Life Exists ? : Parts 2 through Infinity

I don't think life exists,

not how we think.

Does intelligence exist?

We are slugs squirming searching for a leaf or grains of salt to heal or damage ourselves, our cells.

We are stars falling, in unknown ways, and rising, from new different perspectives, in old familiar ways

Her body is made of little crushed stars, i love mitski

and sings

songs

God is 3 we are one

Saturday, March 5, 2022

Freedom will not get a chance.

Freedom will not stand a chance.

The Sun is bloody because the Moon had to dance,

and Freedom will not give a chance.

All up in my oogaly boogaly

I cannot find my snoogley googley . . . .

The End

Thursday, March 3, 2022

i dont wanna talk about anything

i wanna kiss kiss kiss your eyes sleeping

wanna sleep on you while you're driving

i dont wanna talk about anyone

i wanna know You're real when i'm dying

wanna meet God with a good mind.

inspired by anything by Adrianne Lenker

i saw and heard her NPR home concert

Already Ready

All ready, ready!

Don't go to sleep.

Don't fuckin' kill me.

Don't make a peep.

Wednesday, March 2, 2022

There Is Nothing But Rain

There is nothing but Rain.

It feels so good to be constantly washed

from the head down.

It feels cool like a drink of water.

A cool head,

face to the sky,

We relive every second

like it is our last

and our first.

Tuesday, March 1, 2022

Alcohol Is Good for Me: the Tale of Bloddy Mashoo

Bloddy wakes at 9:09 at night. He sees the digital clock. He thinks in England {and other areas} it is 21:09. In the United States of America, 21 is the legal drink age. In England, Drunk Driving is called drink drive. "Bloddy thought all these words, but never had guts to spill," thought Bloddy Mashoo.

"Is this confoosing enoof foor Yoo?" Bloddy makes the point, in his mind. So, there, he rises like a rose from his bed. It is mostly dark, the bed room, the housely. Bloddy named his house housely. Housely he roams and wanders the walled and ceilinged and floored areas. He is thirsty. He thinks of himself as a 'thirsty animal.'

At 9:11, he steps to his frigerator. He opens. He grasps a water bottle half 'full' of water. He opens. He drinks a bit of water. His eyes are bleary, like water that is tinged with dark holes of alcohol and sweet trims of oil, like from a ship or a bottle, but never a ship in a bottle, like some would say, though I know not who those some may ever be. Bloddy thinks, "The I in the previous sentence may be me."

Purest Forms -

A Bit of History

Bloddy Mashoo was born in 1902 to Mary Hell and Dream Bell (not his real name of ucking course; he changed it after falling in love with Mary.) They had lived in Dover for nigh on 30 years, then abrubtly moved to Burlington, New Hampshire, on the United States of America. They were secret alcoholics, meaning they never drank. Never means never. Their 4 parents were truly horrible, beatings and slavery and Hell and what-not. Mary has a 1-inch scar above her left eyebrow. Dream has bad guts, usually rushing to restrooms, reading a book on health and other disasters. Mary spoke often out against her parents, exposing evil. Dream chose to forget mostly. He tried to shed light on Earth. Dream Bell would shed Light on Earth. Mary lost almost everything, not the least of which was patience. At nine years old, Dream died. The 4-year funeral changed Bloddy's mind. He emerged in the middle of his puberty, wet, wild and well-bled. He had 2 friends on and off again, who remained so for as long as two of the 3 lived. Bloddy made a break from Burlington at 18. Unsynchronously, he's lived on England, Scotland, Belgium, Jamaica, Long Island, New York, Austin, Texas, St. Paul and

waxahatchee

and Toledo

, Spain or Ohio,

we'll never know.

A Scene

Bloddy gets back to his one bedroom apartment at 5:05. He opens

a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon from France. He peels off some foil. He tips the bottle up to his lips and drinks. A few gulps and minutes later, he sighs into the couch, leather deep and blue. His eyes almost cross, he crosses himself unconsciously and forgets all the names he's known. For 2 seconds he feels himself almost faint, head and neck swaying. He gets horny enough to run into a neighbor's apartment and tear himself open, to open

himself. But he doesn't. He'd stay up every morning and watch the boiler till it started boiling. It was a good exercise. It was fun, he's said since he was being a boy. He sleeps.

.... Where is it? Is it in there? Yeah, it may be in there....

Out loud to himself at 3:39, gazing to the black invisible ceiling...

Nasally, he breathes in for 5 seconds and out for 7. Breath whooshes on the plain white-cased pillow. For what may be forever, Bloddy stares at the inside of his mind.

A jug of vodka costs 9.99 plus sales tax.

A joint on the end table, between the couch and the front door, is cased by a cockroach. A friend gave it to him. They disappeared, literally. The cockroach has many friends. He never smoked. The light brought Them out then put them back in.

Too shoes - dirty dusty sneaky, dimly strangerly waiting by the door - Bloddy sees, and hears and thinks to the thoughts and the readers,

" Go anywhere. Do anything. "

Loving in God, is what Bloddy thought was the word.

It is.

Who will be my banana?

Who will I die for?

diving a fan dom - https://youtu.be/xxO0zo2ezDk

U. S - based operations

makes you sick but makes you fun

U. S - based operations

makes you sick , also makes fun

Station Eleven is real good .

you may want to watch it .

i wanna read it when i am back in the u.s.a. , after being on the united kingdom, grate brittan .

pictures :

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- ' desk top back ground '

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i did not think of this cover when i chose the dt bg

coincidentally a few weeks before

Alone with God

Previously to the 9 a.m. hour, I am soaking in our highly chlorinated inflated hot tub.

I thought I will shave my pubes on Thursday, but I remembered she goes next week.

When she goes to readsleep, I can recycle the 1.5 liter whisky bottle.

It don't matter.

It does not matter to me.

I keep forgetting the timing.

' Nother little bonus song, ; ' Save my life it's ovverrated, i got the dirtiest pussy 4 U. '

Leave us alone

with God.

Lil fat baby

lil fatt baby-y

All you need to be afraid of the universe

Leave Us

Alone with God

Un diamon amiaque ricoponce de leon que huevoswhe...

I get up with the school bus.

She drives me to work in my mind.

We fuck all day and I'm fine

with living like life

beyound the end of time.