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

 I would like to believe 

Would like to bleve 

Would like to be leave.

7:06 : A Person Will Find the Right Time

Hello, do you know how to go faster? I cannot outlast the Thought that points to the center of my soul. 

He grabs it with extra fingers. No one needed to go. Happy flavor, time does waver. Angels eat biscuits. Money is the fav'rit.

Hope will cry a big old tear. It makes life like a rainbow that is only pink. 

Judy Greer went to Super Market. I wrote about it in Jeffrey Tambor's autobiography. 

Someone else made a joke, so I cut their fucking throat, and it made me happy when I realised I had slso died.

I wonder where the song

People are wrong about lookin' out the window.

Someone goes, and someone else doesn't go.

A person will find the right time.

Metal tastes good, better than wood. Do what you should.

It was written in a book. Eyes are not what will look.

I asked someone named Peregrin Took,

He opened his mouth. He made my face look like the north.

Everywhere was south. Everyone knows someone is worth it.

No one has the time. I drank another bottle of wine. 

It took 2 days. Everyone was a waste.

I asked my my mom to stay alive, but she went on and cried like a monkey that has been burned at the stake.

And the monkey was alive, and now everyone died.

My mom was on the floor. There was something moor.

A friend of mine mistook my intention; I don't even know who it was... who I was.

Never thought about it, never thought about understanding 

what was correct. Understood, under stood, understood

Property is like a lightning bolt in the middle of your head, your nose or your pupil could not be understated.

Cold water, I made a hot coffee drink. I mixed coffee with another kind of coffee.

Sweet water and old dreams, crying like a crack monkey singing on the train,

look at the Rain: it makes my brain crinkle like a coven,

a trove of teamsters, a lightning bolt in the washing machine,

a cold water brain.... a sweet little sick kind frame of a Human Being.

heh

Uh. What do I say? What Do You say? Whadda you say?

Probably go out an hour or 2, 7 days a week and 23 weeks a year,

Byebye!

 

Partial 7:06 video speech to text, techne....

  Do you know I cannot outlast this at last they thought that points points to the center of my soul the fingers no one needed to go happy happy flavor time doesn'time does waiver angels eat biscuits Money is the favorite favorite hope will cry a big old tear it makes life like a rainbow A friend of mine mistook and do my intention I don't even know who it was but why does who I was never thought about it never thought about understanding what was correct understood understood and understood property property is like lightning bolt aname both in the middle of your head your nthe your nose or your pupil could not but not being understated Cold water I made a hot coffee drink I'm mixed coffee with another kind of coffee Little stick kind frame of a human being what do I say what do you say what do you say probably go out an hour or 27 days a week and 23 weeks a year

hbyebye

!

https://youtu.be/Y_MadKKeetU

Title.....

      Freedom from Per Secution

Life is not a reason to Live.

I found Your baby on the Side Walk;

When were you plannin to gimme a Heads Up?

Huisache

We such

 We are such people

Don't go begging on the corner of my house, MyLand is not myne, It is all Yours

1. 

1. tropical American thorny shrub or small tree; fragrant yellow flowers used in making perfumery
2. 
   

Shape your shapely 'women ' into shapes we cannot see.

Voice your voiceless self into a voice you cannot be.

~

The World what will wait... which doesn't need.... 

 I will be seen. 

You can always see me.

Word World we will be . . . .

You Silky Map

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What Is A Biologic?

WertY

 We everyone 

Submit diatonic 

Xylophone communions...communion....

Bbbb

Flat

Rhystic telemetry 

Fargone gulpingnervousenergizing

Very Bad (i":

Bbbb

FULL

You unanimously 

Heuristically judiciously 

Nominate Me

.

Thank You,

Good Help

Buenas Noches.

Fragment ii https://g.co/kgs/n8bzCx

 I am on A Space station. 

Some one else is eating my head. I am perfect. I am perfectly fine with it....

 A Book of Excerpts of the Extremes of Human Imagination by the universe [or God]

Description:

The most boring, most beautiful, most hateful, most loving, most glorious, most sexual, most sweet, most silly, most tired, and the most true....

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

Bridge 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, 2022

 Jerusalem Journalism

Murdur Bordor

 A Terrible Person Versus Their Own Personality

 

Wurtz's Way

 Wurtz's way is inspiring, he focuses on what is good. He often reminds me of you.

G 2 A

Billt a lil building 

A vertical Road

My sense of failing

Was a reminder to goad,

Discover new ways 

Musical Greys. 

Dying a lot in the fractal Eye,

He and he and I

Friend til the Beautiful End;

    Open source analgesic soft wear (clothing)

Write imaginative gain from loss

Pubescent horse hair, liquid I V,

Re constitute Brotherly moss

love You while Some discriminate Minds Love me

 

Screenshot 2022-09-14 122103

 

       The Lord of leaving us came back.

Swords in Your Penis, Afros in Your Crack

The Reason for This Tune

 I put my fingers in my best friend's mouth.

Every day I'm lookin forward to a bottle of gin again.

I splayed out for the women who live in Portsmouth,

Virginia. 

They didn't know anything about my name until I told ya.

I wanted to find a reason to write a really good novel,

so someone would think maybe it's really my life

and they would take sympathy.

I'm probably gay for lots of people who don't have hands,

but they have perfect faces, lookin out towards the moon and the sea at the same time.

Watery drips, chinese torturing machines wanted them to make me seem

like a hangman's dreamscape, little bits of time stuck in his eyelids.

Leonard Cohen washed my toenails, cause he saw me feeding my best friend.

I dip my fingers in some thin ass grey gravy. He sucks them dry. He sucks the meat from my bone.

I wanted to call a phone back, but I made up a stupid number.

Where's the rhyme and the rhythm? What is the reason for this tune?

Maybe next year we'll live on the moon. Maybe 500 years will caress our swoon.

We can begin to blow up our minds, a baloon of time.

Every point is further from our minds.

We must make it up to them by writing our thoughts in paper and ink.

We must think what we have become, what we should have done.

It will resolve itself until we have begun.

Monday 1 p.m.

&@!#$%^&*()&&%@!#_(*!@^&*^%&$

Bill Baird's tiny sounds, almost perfect 

"Goodbye, my love." relaxed car chair.    

        ( goodbye vibrations, the album earth into aether) 

my eyeballs flutter like dead butterflies

and bundles of papery moths wrapped around night lights inside and out. 

Chafing blood

Creamy white ointment rubbed all over 

And inside

Everything is pink creamy ointment blood

Our teeth are drowning 

Our teeth are being pulled

Up from the bottom of everything. 

We sank them in so deep,

We were lost Forever. 

Now here we are again. 

 

The Browns and Deep Greys That Come of Thickness and Age

farm note Bitter greens, Kristin Kimball

listen to The Rest of the Day by Bedhead

could follow their mothers, and will come home this fall, transformed by grass from little white fluffy babes to sturdy sheep.

Dirtness

 People told stories to make their days go by

Nothing would ever happen unless we made the meaning in our minds. 

[ i am a good times

i am a pick up truck

rolling down a soft wide long highway

It never ends.

People made up stories to pass Our Times.

A green field of rain soaked sticker burrs

After along rain

Sun peaks out a bit.

Anyway it'll set in a few.

Come back when ever.

This hallway feels like Eternity. 

Or the backstage of Heaven's universe....

"Oauehhh" I say as I hike across the IRS parking lot on my lunch break, having just eaten a few bites of turkey slices and Canadian bacon.

Tire

sore

Ache.

Sometimes I feel my mind is degrading....

I hope not.

Do you know

How to see

Whoever you are 

Or will ever be?

 There's no more water on Earth.

I drank it all. I drank everything.

I was waiting for you.

But you came back so soon.

You came to me.

I only wanted to wait for you.

I only wanted to wait, but

Now I'm you.

inspired by Resident Alien, near the end of season 2, 500 years in the "future"

Peace: the final

region of life

Yoseph Joseph Wandering Manchild

Oh my Johnnycashtributealbum.

The Best at Being Myself

 I am very really good at being myself 

I really am the best at it

This.

Why can't i kill myself?

I never wanna kill myself. 

I just want you to think I might.

Why did I think that?

Never want you to think I ever would

I want you to think I never would   ( kill my self )

I shan't 

I just Shant me self

(: later baby

Hope Sand Dolor

 This is the sequel prequel to Tide Pools. Hope is Dawn's mother, born January 3rd, 1939, a block from the sea in East New York.

On Hope's 44th bday, she looks through her daughter's desk, 14-year-old Dawn. On the first page of a black and white composition notebook begins a story about Dawn Sunday. She's touched by her daughter's imagination and empathy. 

She tries too hard not to cry.

Starfish, Uncommon rarity, Dawn holds her right hand open face up. Hope holds her left hand, as if mother, as if friends. On the beach, perfect weather, warm clouds beckon the girls to be released, as gasses in the sky, in 2 to 5 minutes. 

Infinite greys, bluster in the faces, safe alone together owning property generational comfort, affluenza deride debilitated, after a movie theater so many lost childhoods in one. 

Action, to relieve humanitarian effort, Hope calls for them... and weak coffee water cooler slowly begins another weekend, hearting rental arrangements 

Blowin implication set up to being convenient facts, engineered ecstasy, survives the societal obligation And She Finally breathes ....

Let Us Type Whatever I Can Think Of

 Oh wow cool. Get to do every word. I mean Capitalise.

I just saw Johnny Cash performing Man in Black for the first time. What a wonder to behold, to cherish, to crave, to clasp, to Call... upon,,,

I guess. I cannot type what I think. It is too much and too much that is not Language or even accessible to anyone else...

Or even to my own awareness, my reflection on my own thoughts. It may not ever be possible.

 I do not know.

I do not mean Most of it

How does a flying Cow sign his name sincerely?

A dirt bluegreen cloud shits the float on the carrot town's opalbrown river, shade is for the shallow idiots, let us all Be rainbows . . . . - Foregiveness

I know it, Certainly. But how certain? Is it you're new and indifferent, the gay sky of All the Creation and He and They giving All of Us to Ourselves, They are Practically everything, Pragmatic for the son.

It Must Be Done

One of them is always done. One of us, looking out the grey wooden window, glass in our eye, how childish we realise we have almost always been

Except the Light

For ever we deliver

At home, a growth besieges a liver or a Dier or A beautiful imminent Death

Around the corner, a brick a stone

A step a lonely life Will take.

Just remember Me

I like you

for what you do

and Think....

the End.

The Djinn Fought in Me, We Gave Up Together and We Found It All, with Us

I wish I had done some of everything differently. 

I wish I were a better Gertrude Stein poem.

I am not the nightingale, but

Why are you so good at talking so much?

A written 3 years of dialogue spoke to me.

Ever make plans? - bill wurtz

 

The last 2 are go online and learn your name. 

7 Bluish Feelings in My Body

10 twigs in the sky

9 sunrises 

8 tree leaves disintegrating on a grey asphalt

7 bluish feelings in my Body 

6 screams of a solo coyo-te

5 stumps wish they were older (or newer)

4 people, 1 is me.

My Chest Impaled by Small Soft Flowers

 I wanna feel better, but feeling does not make any thing better

Something I just typed to Woebot.

Best okra recipes 

I worked at the I R S

I did not work 

I jobbed. Lazy as I was no one will help. The future holds Us.

Flowers make us forever.

I walked the sidewalk by the larger Center building, orange ish brix, the fuchsia the magenta the softness The Feeling the smallness I was every where. All of Them

maybe a floundering crepe myrtle displays her brilliant blooms . . . .

(:

Songing 1

 Blue pencils under grey little necks of blooms with the sky open and awaiting ending, Empty as I was the Song.

Possible fortunate fates

Green faces on froggy morons

Dunston checks in at the Gate.

Forcible pronoun ties up the loon.

I bled Out for a free ffriday mornin''

so when she says what is the yellow of Your gravely spitoon... !

Pasta baked itself on late dark even Ing.

Ol Lava became what You bonke will have you wait till it's too late.

Probable cause make a too much mistake, saviour pineapple Confusioning.

I washed the angel. Pop drank till he popped. Soule  was a 'Dream' by factual Conclusion.

I named her Deme, short for Demeter.

Cary, carry herself home

The Christing crowds 

Fall what you will.

Fall down, fall down, fall once more. 

Little Song for My Late Saturday Morning

 I am not young enough to make a difference. 

- about to get in a bath

Y'all want some okra?

- text to aaron andee

Asymmetric Syllables

Unhinged Unburgers

Pathetic Waffle

Arbitrarily Disemboweled

Dis-associative Associative Bureaucratic Sanity Try-on Haul

Pamelak Klomfas

Unbelittle visitors on homelands  ,  charitably contributing.

 The sheen of the forest

You grow but you don't know if you really do.

You really are a slow dive into the green pool of someone else’s dreaming fact.

You watch the watery goo slip through cleanly, a perfect circle, the other side of you.

A Someone to sleep through....

- Life should be confusing           for people like you ~

Not Emotion

 Anger is not an emotion. 

Lasagna is not an emotion. 

J. D. Salinger is not an emotion. 

Burnt-toast smell is not an emotional. 

Laughter is not an emotional. 

Devotional apostasy is not an emotional. 

Emotion was not made for baking at Sun Dock Park.

Emotion was not her emotional Wild Hair Game.

My eyes are not an emotion.

Probably feeling better Than

's not an

Emotion.

R u okay's not.

I am so ready for Fall.

I am the readiest beetle in the juniper lands.

What is that? Why did I say that? I cannot understand. 

A little (too) fast, with what we Do 

Listening to a really good , probably-The Octopus Project song

They like encapsulate a futuristic or parallel universe sci fi. Or the fantastical of Earth, now.

It is pretty fun

Driving home at 2 a.m.

So often.

Maybe the song is Plomp Minibus

What's an Omnibus? 

College Beach Town

The year is nothing. It's 1998. The year is nothing. 

Is it fall winter or spring. 

We're at the beach. 

The college kids are out.

Out here.

Way out here.

We're far out.

Of our minds.

In our minds.

Chicken Hot Wing Sudge Fundae

Fall Day Before Time

 Aaaaeh , Scarecrow phone call pumpkin patch barbed wire fence (last century, rot rust) starbucks roadside litter . . .

Hm , I'm gonna be a Father. White toilets. Humour. Yellowed page. Grey Days. Road Trip , Do you know what I mean? 

Gaghh, gogh , Can we ever Die. Speaking of Fresj Image , 

I look at this like this : happy kitten , Not Yet Fall grasses , doit , playtime is now Clocks say so Black hands , Read correctly , the Korean Face , manufacturing facility , drive for forty five More Minutes. Do not blank Minds.

I tried. But  . . . . The mural in Toledo too much light blues and high shades of peach pink red golly gosh a 500 feet of concrete do you must See our beautiful river Sleep in your nice bed too soft smeared with love and toaster strudel benign doctors' and nurses' offices is it all fine in your dream? we Aaalll are awake in the night mare ride alongside French fry freeways nights become Dawn sametime darker than Armageddon Revelation 

Dearme, single out . . .

Keli McCord

Lavender Toothpick

 lavender cupcake

Show me the lavender hose.

Don't show the lavender rake.

Lavender beansprouts

lavender sex toy

This is a gross lavender carriage of lavender injustice.

Lavender tree fort

lavender young boy

We spoke too soon with lavender voices.

The world became full of lavender ice.

Demising Fortune

The body has come down to its own demising fortune.

I spoke to him at 3:15 p.m.

He got back to me at 3:50 p.m.

We met on the gravel street at the Elgin graveyard. 

Was it night or was it green? I just cannot remember. 

The Body has come down to its own demising fortune. 

After the change, after, we change. 

 I wake up

From sleep. 

My lives

Unseen documentaries 

Can you imagine? 

Should you imagine? 

Just light enough

It becomes 8:38.

I am awake

To stare out window at grass trees and dirt.

Some Sky!

We should make this today. 

When to feel,

What did I dream?

Something about numbers, 

Pretty girl,

Wake up early,

Stay awake....

Read your leftover hope book. 

Speak under the signs of no industry animals. 

iPeed 8 Feet

 I uses a measuring tape.

I had to squeeze my peen.

o', roe

 "She got a child inside her body! - sorry. Excuse Everyone. -

! SHE got a Child inside her Bahhdee. 

She's only 14 trips around the Sun, and she's about to die.

It's not a miscarriage; it's a miscarriage of Justice.

Woah, woe, wo, this child is dying...

[ woahs ]  No Child of No One's

Oooh, her name is Auburn just like her hair.

She was born in Tennessee and moved to Mississippi, 'cause her parents were so fucked up on death and life itself.

And she got a good ol' boyfriend boy, and he knows how and where to go to see how his life is gonna drive it insane.

So he does it cuz he can,

and she wants what is a man,

but no one finds that real life can decide - "

[incoming phone call]

The End

Voice to Text, Speech to Text, Because I Read the 1st 2 Pages of The Pale King

  Am I gonna be  OKAY? Why.

 It doesn't matter, man,

 just take it as it is.

 What is this great white world? Someone spoke to the following children all Brown and blonde; the wind knocks us all down.

 Sitting on a greeness, is it flat or ruffled? The mean man finds his eye, finds as I on the side of the finger sharp and lonely of course, he says it with aplomb but growing fingers and fears feel like there is nothing wrong; the pizza flies off the flat wooden Table. Why did we make this song so Fiery?

- Voice to text, speech to text, because I read the 1st 2 pages of The Pale King....

 

AOC and Aaron, 13-10-89

 Prelude (Pray Amble)           

                      O, I'm sorry, hello. I had a, um, over one, I had more than one cup of coffee. I forgot I had some in the refrigerator from yesterday. I think it had chocolate syrup in it and half and half. That might've been my 2nd cup of yesterday. I had some leftover; I had that; I made a fresh cup today. And um, I think I slept pretty well, but I might still be a little deprived, of sleep - excuse me. My GI tract, esophagus... So uh, yeah, now I just made another cup of coffee, a 2nd cup. I put all this Starbux cocoa mix in it. Um, yea. O, we're an hour into Sunday Morning, CBS show. They're talking about Trump and classified declassified and espionage and FBI. And just a lot of stupid things. - I thought Mom was talking to Kit for a minute, and I was saying how stupid Kit is, and I said I hate you to Kit in my mind, or I was kind of whispering it out loud. I went out to the hot tub and put some water on my head, on my hair. I guess the caffeine is just really like uh chemistry, in like My Mind... It's like a hamster on wheel. [l' Ennui] Or a guinea pig. O, guinea pigs are big. Ashley and I saw a herd of guinea pigs running and squeaking and chirping, at the like Cedar Creek Zoo, or I wonder what that zoo is called. I wanna go back there if it still exists. I member we saw a zebra from a distance, maybe 50 yards or so, maybe we got closer. I wish I could remember; I wish I could remember Ashley's face a little better. I wonder if we'll ever talk again. Maybe we'll be at our 20 years high school reunion, when we're 38 years old. That would be lovely. Uh, it's strange how Hank is using his doggy door so much. Um, that was his tail. Anyway it's been 3 minutes, but I wanted to write some stuff about Stranger Things' characters and Alexandra Ocasio-Cortez, and then I decided I - and then I imagined writing, typing out my desires and thoughts and things, but, O, I just lit some incense; I should turn the fan on. But, um, the way I wanted to write it, it was intriguing to me, so I thought, "

Number Two (#1!)

i don't wanna write something like that, just based on my lust of these people, if you know what I mean... like erotica. Um but, I do wanna write in this way that I imagined which is something like I'm kind of

making a commentary of - of what I'm writing and how I'm writing within whatever creative fiction, creative writing that I'm, within the writing... within the Yeah.

Like a combination. Well, it's kinda just obvious... I just would state the obvious:

I think it would begin (the beginning of whatever I'm writing would begin:)

The Beginning

                            I am writing a fiction about my friend Aaron and the Congresswoman who was born on the same day, AOC. So you can see the words I'm using [::amusing] are... I'm just trying to, well, whatever I say about it now is kind of like what I would want to write about, but I don't - I don't wanna do, I wanna do less than half of it as like, as first person, present, a self-reference about the actual writing of it, which is a part of what actually: my idea for actually writing something creative.

                           So it's like a documentary that includes the documentarian, I think, something like that. I might try to type this out then. I think I like how, how this is going, but I can take out all the pauses and repetition, maybe. And just re- I can rewrite this, um, monologue thing... But what would the story of myfriend and AOC be?

                            Yeah, that's a good sentence for the piece I'm writing, [laughing] (witches) and so is this current one about the previous one being a good sentence. [or Séance] So, Aaron and AOC are walking down a sunny brown street inbetween a park and a 6-story apartment building, in the Bronx or Queenz or some where, and they are well-dressed and likable and good-looking and looking at each other. She's so liberal and progressive, She wants to turn this World into a Green good place, [paradise] for Everyone.

                            They didn't really think of me, but they're a little bit aware that I am writing this scene [sense] into existence, even though I'm really just talking about it right now. I guess this is what writing is like, um. And they smile and she smiles and he smiles even more. The sun is on their faces, but when they turn toward the Other face, half of the Face is in shadow of the Sun. O, the shadow of the Sun: that doesn't make sense. The shadow is the thing of the thing that casts the shadow. The Sun casts the Light, for 2 generic and 2 white mana.... Okay! I'm just gonna type now; it's almost ten minutes. I gotta listen to this though; this is so exciting, exclamation, exclamation, exclamation...

[ Myfriend Aaron is The Best. He does philosophy and Christianity. I don't know how to convince you, just think about the best ways to live this life, and what are time and space and our Minds? Thanks, Love, Greg. ]

[ https://youtu.be/PH2hueEBITo ]

http://oakygo.blogspot.com/2022/08/aoc-and-aaron-13-10-89.html

Timothy Liu Nothing but the Truth So Help Me God Nine lamps in the shape of teeming censers hung from a courthouse ceiling, forty wooden chairs facing a video screen. This is America. Jury duty and the token fanfare of breaking from our daily routines, men and women with baskets of tropical fruit on top of their heads. Justice for all and some time off. Dionne Warwick in a floor-length gown not singing. Trying to hook her fans instead on the Psychic Friends Network: Touch me not for I have not yet dialed that 1- 900 number. America, talk to me. The clock stops ticking, but someone still keeps holding a microphone to our lips.   From issue no. 132 (Fall 1994)

 Les Murray

Echidna

Crumpled in a coign I was galactic with my hatchling
till he prickled.
He entered the earth pouch then
and learned ant-ribbon,
the gloss we put like lightning on the brimming ones.
Life is fat is sleep. I feast life on and sleep it,
deep loveself in calm.
I awaken to spikes of food-sheathing, of mulling fertile egg,
of sun, of formic gravels,
of worms, dab hunting, of fanning under quill-ruff when
budged:
all are rinds, to sleep.
Tongue-scabbard, corner-footed, I am trundling doze
and wherever I put it
is exactly right. Sleep goes there.
 

From issue no. 117 (Winter 1990)

 The complexities of Mind, including art, music, sound, movement, language, the body...

I added that ellipsis because it seems weird that the body is part of the mind. The mind is like the soul. The soul could just be our Godliness, which doesn't need to always think, like the mind does, because They (souls, God) understand everything. 

I guess if we are not thinking we don't exist. We are minds. We experience this cosmos, our bodies, this fabric of reality, dimensions, forms, images, senses etc.

Walking in fronta the IRS at night, I sang a song to me, called Cuyahoga. I like it a lot. I made it up. It reminded me of Zappa. I mostly repeated the word, then sang, 'I wish I were a Person, Who Has Been, to Cuyahoga'

Why do/can we do these things?

We are these people.

Music is about music. That'd be a good album title.

The Sake of the Song by Townes Van Zandt I think.

. . . . Maybe I should just help people out of slavery and poverty right now

What why am I

In Blazing Aarrow Gift of Gab raps,

Think about your purpose 

That's impossible. 

Wonder what meaning means....

Three Backward Boobs

 family, and Christ is going on the edge of organ [fail] in seconds of rearranging and she is tongue Jesus hard pink and the other Ladies cut her off on her knees and then I poured Fresca or a Dog to the edge to get a little bit more time for a few seconds and then I poured my heart into a neighbor's and made a break a little more and I am attracted by a spell that I am trying the best for you may be a little bit better and better than you have exactly 💯 ❤️ 💙 💗 💕 ♥️ 💯 ❤️ 💙 💗 💕 ♥️ 

A Text to Aaron

 Caballero Night Area

I like that euthanasia business story. Real dystopia. A lot of the commenters seem confused. In high school I was meant/chose to write an essay on euthanasia. I wrote a surreal stream of consciousness, almost 2 pages, that I still have

I think of it often, I think of Neige of Alcest. Aaron shared me them 2 months ago.

The end of my essay is

 " 

look at the snow falling. This has everything to do with anything. 

Snow was the only thing that ever existed in the universe. Now it's gone, now, now it's dark.

"

Anyway it is . . . Intense. 

Here's some predictive, 

Fallingdevil Miyako ayaya and the big throbbing thrust alternately and the big men are going out for dinner and I still feel like I'm sayin on a bench like that for me I think I should do it myself and then you can also known that you will not be the weirdest for this morning I thought I was horny to you and you draw me to my heart shape as well soon and you draw me to be good 👍 

  Small mountains in tall forests 

Oh no don't tell your brother. 

the natural affliction 

Those don't turn over. 

Google You make me feel like dancing You Make Me Feel Like Dancing Song by Leo Sayer

YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE DANCIN

WANNA DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY 

Song

My God, 

I am so proud of my life

My thoughts 

Memories 

and imagination, 

I feel ridiculous 

I don't know Why

What 

To Do.

The En.

I am Missing 

the end....

Do you want to ride a book to the store, at night, 

and die like a lonely O!-at

meal creampie in a large dumpster, at night?

Digiorno's are good if you're 42, divorced with no kids. 

God's Hell

 Listening to Bear Hides and Buffalo doing data entry at the IRS in Austin, Texas,

God will not help us;

We are alone in Hell.

We are saved, god is in us:

Listen to Jubilee Street Live at Alexandra Palace 2020

 

Anyone's Fault

 is the title, maybe a book or story or personal essay essé

 You could be the Anyone in the story.

I said don't think and you did, for me.

A cat named Zoomer written by Tim

A cat named Zoom written by Tim Wynne

Dreams and things you don't need to read to think

 S R, we must alight in rithm bellends while the astronomical originorder d.... beams and shafts and directionless and sunlike qualities of forever when days are never numbered.

 

GOLD HOUSE BUILDERS

DELAWARE GHOST TOURS

MOTHER   BUSINESSMAN 

ineligible illegible 

a bona fide resident has a principal place of abode

De Puerto Rico 🇵🇷 🇵🇷 🇵🇷 🇵🇷 🇵🇷 🇵🇷 

Lossnetting and Carryforward

Something I'm Not

 https://youtu.be/f7wu6gX2-dQ

Sorry aboot the whining noice thru out... Clever Name 3:15 Sunshine Grows 7:53 Number Eleven 12;50 22 14;10 Afrikazoo 17:22 Do You Wanna...? 20;15 Got'ta Go 21;04 Picky, the Locksmith 23;06 Calm Me Down 23;52 Spiffy Spin08a Bifida 25;31 We Can't All Live in a Zoo 29;50 Appreciate My Apples 31;32 Scary Parts of the World 36;57 CCTV Weather 38;07 Bad Words Shin 38;15 Let's Read Aloud 43;19 Dig a Donut 45;46 Easier Decide 47;42 Demon in the Restaurant 49;45 Colonial Soup Ladle 51;03 Subtle Knife 53;31 Francesca 57;22 Why Don't You Love Me? 57;49 Chicken-Eyed Man 58;54 Didactic Elephant 59;58 Music Tonsil 1;00;50 Something Else 1;04;36 Camp Pies (Can't Lock Your Doors) 1;06;29 Iglootopia 1;07;21 Preacher in the Rain 1;09;36 Bluejay's Gun 1;10;42 Wonderful Ones 1;14;09 Freaking Forever 1;14;41 What's on My Mind 1;33;24 Saw 1;34;01 Thuds 1;35;15 37 1;58;45 38

 

World Part i

 Is   This   Today?

is today today?

It Is Like Today - World Party

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