Bristol Hotel, Avignon

 

On the Train Backwards from Arles

The school should be relax...

Avenue of one Avignon

After waking up to party

Travelon, Avalon.

Where we are, Babylon 

Way to be cool, for once.

A corsage of heart-red poppies

The corpse of a seagull killed by a train at the station in Arles

In bed, my back, I'm back; I'm a Sparrow, 

Video game buttons, Electric pulses.

In mind I whisper to him,self,

Pretend to be a Glacier Sleeping, sleeping

              sleeping. 

insecured

Dispense Your Wild Art

You may park at your house on no one's investment. 

Sac of white wet wait what, sack of white wet wait what

want wheat

Green Angel, [injured landscape, Doubting impression, indentured Limb]

....

....

          insecured 

Pizza

     On your back

   In the Sunshine

inflatable nest

vulnerable interest

 

Round mountain 

Oval river stone 

O, Valley of God

O God in my human heart, my soul I pick through with typewriter fingers 

remind us again to not hesitate when we walk across cross walks. 

One is a house invader.

Almost touched 

I think I. 

Tristi, 2nd draft

 Once there were a lady named Mommy and a dog named Tristi. They lived in a nice log cabin by a big bayou with lots of trees and not a lot of people.

It was pristine and beautiful but also sometimes lonely. One night the lady and Tristi came home late and were so tired they went straight to bed.

The weather soon turned angry and woke them up. Rain came down hard and wind blew in fast.

Mommy and Tristi were a little scared, but at least they had each other. The storm rocked their house, their world.

Then lighting and wind knocked down the largest oak which came crashing through the cabin, right between Tristi and Mommy.

They could see each other, but they couldn't get to each other.  Floodwaters surrounded them and flowed through the broken house.

The half that Tristi was in began to drift apart, into the swollen bayou. Mommy screamed.

She wanted to help, but the storm just beat her. Tristi was very scared.

Her woody ice floe sailed away on dark rushing river. Mommy cried a long time as she tried to gather the pieces of her life and try to make everything right again....

Two days later she moved what was left into her parents' home, hundreds of miles away. Tristi lay on a dry bed dirt circled by trees, waiting for Mommy, to go home again.

Rescue efforts had been underway. Thousands were saved.

Tristi ventured to the top of the bank and walked upstream by day

....

There are animals we cannot see.

Get out of here, light and wind in my bedroom!

Human a Human

-

cracker swarm

Human Adjustments 

Hermanos preparados

Crackers warm.

"Beast of Foreign Alienation"

Flanet Pitness

Flatness et Pin

I am all out of money; I would like to be human

A human.

Triangulated Warbler

I am gonna eat a fish.

Real Live Fish

First Pascha

 Body and blood sing about the end of life which is not really any End; it is just.

I am seven percent

Observe and pretend and participate

Pray return

Here's all of them I wish they are all

They and He and we and I

Good bye for now four forever

I love you we love you have a good night.

 It's just Angi now. We sold the 's List to Craigslist. They're Craigslist's List now.

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Scenery Humble

 Scenery Humble

Typone shuffled their feet on the uncleaned tilish linoleum, watching the doorway which was doorless. The day had been heating itself intently. The high humidity made Typone's skin and hair slick and sticky. They could not move slowly enough... Water droplets trailed down the white concrete walls. They felt about to reunite with their acquaintance, Julius Ervin, but hoped he was forever away.

Blueness outside enveloped the long, wide leaves, as abundant as they were breath-taking. No breath was given, no breath left. A few colossal clouds conquered above and metered as snails. Eyes aglaze and ablaze, Typone almost winced at the relatively sudden appearance of Julius - gunshot to their gut. No reaction, prolonged stasis...

        

Work Art

 

 SINCERE   SURREAL 

WALLABY APOLOGY 

I Have to Record Smthng Actually Right Now

" It gives me so much Everything."

The beanstalk falling towards the floor of the universe, a little bit of dryer dirt stuck to the inside of my upper right eyelid. It tickles like knives and forks. I try to understand that eating People is eating animals is Fungus, bacteria, viruses living inside of human cells. Homo sapiens is an intelligent life form.

I broke the bottom of the beanstalk where the particles of soil drip like the Lord's oil, anti-gravity into the Heaven of the sky of the planet Earth. It grows very thin at the edge of the atmosphere. My throat expands to 20 times its average girth. Now we are leaving superstition; and bereave how great the money pit can sink. My life will think about how much time can compare. I look down at carpet fibers. My hair is like a 15-year old sexually active best friend's offspring - rolling my arm is a rolling pin. The bowling balls fall on big toe nails. How come the light that God sheds is watery, and hope can find a turtle shell inside a turtle's face? 

Now how about we grow some peaches at the top, at the tippy top of the beanstalk? And I will talk to you later, when we take a walk. Bye, bye.

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Hemp seed oil

             sEed

hEmp            oIL

            Toil and try

To be a better Guy.

i wonder whats next

 

   I forgot the first two lines.

Squeamish whitehall

Burdunsome squiggle

I can't be real, or do I want to be?

said it to myself,

i wonder whats next

{Perfect lip on her train wedding birth

Grandmothership

Where to catch me? Allbeit over grazegraingalax

The Song Gorillaz, CDs in space

Where to live? happy to let you ask I heard hope 2U

Thank u -: top of the tank, a primate in cloths

wearing, watching, waiting

Before Beginning After End

Right after the beginning and right before the end

Take a left at the center my soul's button.

Quietly wipe my face tonight, a shining example of water turning into light.

Blood in my whisky, trying not to weep, I can only figure out your little hope full of Grace.

Money is no object; my objective is your safe return to the cosmic firefighting all beyound

my sweet saviours.

Lie amoung my choices for flowers and grades of brass, blades of grass, green dreams, wild frosty

Morning of Time

Queen of my quitting all the time

Why I'm still growing old

Now here we go again.

Exhaustion Excitement Lust

 All connect to anxiety

Forms of anxiety

Themes of the River.

After high school classes are Adjourned

I am packing up the work site.

 :   Leave me to be what I feel of my brain in my mind's eye and in my faces' eyes. I.

I'll be in amsterdam in one week then we take a train through belgium to paris

I go to my mom's house again. I pack up my clothing. I pack up what we think I might need or want to live a better little life....

My Elation 

Every moment of the Sunrise 

   infinite number, relativity

Eternity 

Basically Biggest and Best

 For those finding It too difficult to accept or believe,

"God" is basically the answer to everything and They are every question:

So basically just try to imagine all of your wonder and every mystery:

The biggest mystery and the best,

And it feels and is correct.

Correct

Photographs, Telephone Camera

 

fromAndee

Kitchen Corner 

 We make big mistakes all the time, but some often we make on purpose. 

Completer Thoughts; to Still

 I typed in full sentences. It was a healthy exercise. The mind expands and encompasses goodness and light. To bring our "stories" closer, I tell you now, my name was Gregory Wredberg....

He grew up in a bubble of gunk. He may have hoped to be ever sensical. All around, over a landscape of beefs, hogs, sticky trees, dry mud minds, sensitive souls languished at dawns and sunsets, incomprehensible; compromise blossomed. 🌸 

Gregory was a lone soldier sailor, meaning he could only live fighting the ocean.

In the hardest times, he sweated in the perceptions of other human people. The limestone walls of public schools and civil authorities hunted all their embarrassments. He was alone indefinitely with his family and passersby in life. A diminishing percentage were interesting at all, like a book, a singular thought. Television was the thing to do. 

Impossible to say

Intermission 

The End 

After CBS Sunday Morning, I love John Fetterman. He reminds me of John Lurie.

 

 I'm a shutin. I'm an American hostel child

Hostile child

Host style 

Thought they were poplar

 

Avery

 Bugle

  Cadre

Money status 

Get things

Death, Cancer

A very Sum

On avery island 

Very sorrow

Glad tide

Bungle the yield 

But makes mistakes gold and yellow damages reputation future of children taught comfertless clothes 

starrchy blues

Unbourn pink

Litller human desk pot

I abstain complete celibate 

Celiac lilac

Brush stroke burn Autonomy . . . .

Aging compass

Monks with realaxing hats

 You're a grandfather now,

So start actin like god. 

The idea began. 

Cows

Cows drive fast in the passing lane.

Marriage lasts until the next refrain.

Broken bodies lie on the side of the freeway between Waco and San Antonio. 

Animals fixate on what kills them.

How many more animal suicides? 

Is non-human inhumane? 

The death of suicide 

The suicide of death 

My Blood is warm-Blooded

Wavy Sailor

Serious Porch

Bicycle repair man got stuck 

hanging on the edge of a roof.

Reparing vinyl libedo nutsack industrial-type velcro fasteners on legendary fascia from commercial residential middlepeople only asserts false lame important opinions. [Begin Luckyhankodenkirch]

The flank steak sits thick on the kitchen's stone.

Time's revived by shyness shamans. 

I knew a little boy in Englewood.

Simple Cheese

Singing Baby

Danse Macabre

For AaronAndee

It was a lot gustier and more wild right before

So Good Your Blessing

Everything's better when

The Pain is dull and consistent.

Having a good sleep is So Good

Are you awake at 5:35?

Maybe i can copy and redirect the contents

I am open to Your Blessing.

I left work 12 hours ago.

Band: Skim Milk Plus

1st Album: Diet Coke Plus

1. Ahi
2. Bluefin
3. Carrier
4. Ducks
5. Eel
6. Flesh
7. Geese

2nd Album: New Game Plus 

1. History 
2. Insanity 
3. Jubilee/Jesusness 
4. Kosmos
5. Laughter
6. Melchoir 
7. New Game Plus

Tuesday Night

Breathing 16 seconds

I can't say normal words.

The life of the Industry is made of fragile birds,

They flie into shoots of industry that lies.

The tunnels of death have become what we think of as lives.

They make us live like human bungalows.

I wanna try to fergit what we have become

inside our toenails and our fingertips

our fingerprints are doubly suspicious.

The musical fun has come back to bite us in the face.

I am a figure of speech.

I want to figure out why you have run up the mountain with no feet.

I want to cradle your entire body like a simple stuffed animal.

The life we live is funny for no reason other than

I have broken the figure of speech ina bottle

of electro magnetic phosphorescent liquids

inside plastic tubes

I forget the words that i forgot to mention

When you are overjoyed at my exposition

I want to fergit why you overcame the sadness

\of your own youth

I am possibly open to your eczema 

scratching your arms and legs and pelvis

and gentiliaa

I wan to forgive every second of your after existence

I forgot to spell your name on the sky

with a cloudy marker, purple and grey and brown

Don't forgit to slap my my face

with Your Little Finger

I'm open to Your suggestion

if you have a box inside your human bodily frame

I wan to forget why You came back

I was so happy that you are me

and I am you

Why are we so afraid of each other?

I'm so sorry that you have a hard time

reconciling your face and your mission

in this existence made by God.

made by the everlasting truth

of Why you are still exercising your rights

to a free and fair life.

Good Bye

My apologies. I will sincerely forget your life.

But you must find a happy existence

within{g} Your Own Mind.

You must forgive Yourself.

Now you have found 

The Time!

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A Man of Snails

 Low status

My favourite thing

Song from Journal Entry, - 12--

 I wanna look in all their eyeballs and i wanna see God.

And i want God to take their bloody hands and  push them thru our arteries and grab our muscle fiber and pull our piano wire thru a bleeding sky, Blue Blood and Black kNights all over the Universe and .... shame on your toes, you can't reach the ceiling's hose.

You put out your eyeballnest

and you grab a bottle of Ves-

pa oil and poured it my soily nose.

He's gotta bake himself out of a row

house in Philadelphia. You know

he's got time to leave. 

He's got... he's up in the tree

top. It's a thousand miles below the clouds

of another planet's justice.

Everyone find out how they came to be.

Now i'm singing a song

and the song is going on too long.

Now i think i'll say goodbye

and everyone else is over 

up at the sun-baked sky

Neighbour Cat

 

Key Mash Freethink

 Glidden

 Vf ssadjl

pjhvfe

ewxcgnmll

Gregory's little indian

Dying diligently ending no one

Venerably forgat.

Sewing Squanto's aubergine dust jacket lapel

perfects juvenile hermeneutic-heuristic value fortune enablers,

Ewan waits xylophonic-zygotally, can gregarious Nazarenes matriculate love limitlessly?

Tattoo, vertically and actually

 

Alphabetical order would be better. 

Imagine:  albatross,  ant, blue whale,  then butterfly. 

Clean Energy Field

creamy pinkorange energy

a new small sharp black barn

lined with pale yellow light bulbs

S1 Ep24: "Fly Above The City Lucid Dream Like Sleep Hypnosis" by Mr. J Black

The thought of the stork

Spiny penguin 

Toothbrush marmoset

 The blatant remedy of subfaction of human indigestion

And fucking living breathing homunculus pine needles

In the shed that I forgot to bleed when He woke up

Next to me I said I was a home for Him. He bled out

Under the taco grass. He said my name was Able, but I

Was unable to figure out penises in vaginas

And the crazy crime, the Crimean war would follow me

Unto the following of time beyond my own mind

And senses that I cannot explain,

I must rearrange and I must be gone

Because the end has come now.

Piano lesson

 

From Gina, Manhattan

 

It's too quiet here. I like such a quiet environment. I can think about many things in peace, complete some things at work, and do some innovative work.

 i Hope you die on your next birthday .

(Pop punk, indie alt rock, 90s2000s (

     Used  to  have a different name.

Do you still have a different name?

kind of high drivin on 360 to the mall to see cocaine bear with my mom

*Count Down

 Everything Is

So good and easy

i cannot think i cannot live

i do drink

Ever clear , , , ,

So i am the same as You

A problem of the Self to solve ;

i have an alcohol addiction

may God press its wholey finger on my Head

Practical foundations elude my tacit state hood

be-long to children, musical harmonies

ancient and More Correct science ::

the triangles and spheres oph Grace and Glory :

] Greek {

1

nous avons faim [lyrics]

 We are hungry in French 

nous devons aimer tous les humains

la mort vit dans notre esprit

aller au bout de la forêt. seuls les humbles survivent. 

être un humain gentil est plus que vivre pour aujourd'hui, 

alors serrez la main du temps et donnez-nous vos belles paroles

la fin vient tout de suite

if you google translate from now, 2023, then you know to what i refer

:

i started with 'clasp', not shake hands with

it was 'the end comes at once'

humble 'survive' 

'the end of the forest'

'give us your beautiful words"

Facts

 1

  Uncles' prostate gland

comes back home to aching land,

where he never has shame for labias.

Pliny the Elder and his Son cannot

Play Lawrences of Arabias.

Uncle Greg is too happy because

he lost and cannot find the Remote

to his favourite TV show

which he only grew out of

One month ago.

2

There used to be a Woman there

from blood her mouth and slow her glare.

The tiny apples fingers of my pores::

and I feell into the dirts of the moors.

I said any thing and I said anyting more

than any one else; they had to train me

to stop and stare

again.

3

It does not matter to me does not equal it does not matter.

You matter

to Everyone.

You must be Conscious to know the fact.

Don't not do it just because it does it all.

Do not not do it just because it does it all.

4

The Fact of The Trinity and Eternity

I know every thing

gets better including myself.

That's good.

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New Product Line

 

from Patti, Sonic, Andee, Aaron

 

 

March is the cruel-least month,

Even though blankets of snow kill a children’s awareness.

Certainty and the Past live in the Future, while warm

Breezes extemporate chills of the human form”::}:”>{..}{+_+

Michigan Michelangelo and frozen dinners, They Say

            Forget Now the red blood on the screen

            Print of Night Hawks.

It did not study itself, knowing that Art

Is and was Top of Mind ….

 

Toile.t and shower

Comfort and power of the individual consumer,

Happy more than one moment,

All together one life:

Spanner in the monkeys, tailless

Wandering, scooping

And rearranging molecules

Into Goods – Mundine Porch.

Analogy of electricity from vlogbrothers takeway:

Flow of time and energy,

Human anatomy and potential,

All of our work is recorded on electrons or quarks,

Reaccess at Your will.

 

-           - My poem is me.

Made-up subatomic electromagnetic

Greater than sums of parts,

A psychologist, a physician

And a philosopher

Walk into the Sun

Blame me

Skin of black licorice

2 males 2 females

 

New Spring

Sin or saved I say to myself this morning,

From the fact of the Trinity and Eternity

I know everything gets better,

Even myself.

I say onemorething

About moons and menstruation