a Bear Pond Book
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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.
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we speak but of course of the Bernard
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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 -
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The End
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Album or book title:
Alove
last song,
Alife
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
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
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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)
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
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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.
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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
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
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
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Pilfered Suit Palmetto
The Crane
Newt
Imbarriss
Mint
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Funliner Notes, fineline :
" You and Them
Books and Blems {Bends blends}
They look up Their heads at you. "
"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
Did you find a way to pay the bills last night
deep in the morning of the darkness of the light?
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
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 .
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.
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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
