oh so there's the picture, don't know how it will turn out .. um .. just a bit tired here, it's late at night 1 a.m. .. so yes, the following writing, the first part, oh, just talking "about changes" "in people" ah, who can .. but this is from far in, into book, but second part, oh, there are some "spelling mistakes" but in way I write, I have wiggly red lines in the word program, underlining spelling mistakes, bad woirds, ha ham, different kind of bad word, can't compose, can't do much, can't think "this is the best I can do" "the best a lot of us can do" so you're free to copy that off here and put it into word "oh there, there's erycs "fsvouroye' wiggly red lines" ha ha
oh, we do our best. c'mon folks ah hell a world of "perfect expression" but in us, silence, we stare ar all the "perfect expression of art" ah ..
people are sad. We always hsve been well back from art, all of us, even the artists.
so, here's thast writing. oh, I masde a booboo there, a few of them, me, I;m ugly sometimes, or I cstch my ties, I trip
/oh i must admit this writing it's from "in context" ah the feel of the book, it's not here, I feel so sorry, if this makes no superlasemse at all to yoiu .. I'm tryig whoosh hand kiss
/it's just .. yiou hsve ti hsve been led through the book, 80,000 pages, over 7 yesrs
sorry
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You will never stop what you are, 50 years .. during 20 or spots had chances change never did.
Sad plain. Most of us. Adjust shift, lines of years, like sliding openings on cardboard piece.
Game, like smooth cardboard, mass produced “this you have a chance here” “this you have no chance there.”
Came through.
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/endf’ snippet/ 10:20 pm
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I could call that up there “a part from my book:” and in “about” section, my blog, I could say, old man, young 52, old 30, old and smiling 92, getting there.
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We all have our pace. This here, kinfolk, drag up a chair, ah, take a swig, spit on the ground, not in the house, nah, I don’t hork one up, be polite, all you, 10 billion people, watch. /ah, been under surveillance a bit, police, dancer from a club, piggybacking, “get out of my way” holding hands, tapping my computer./ no unwise bedfellows lots of room bedrooms center of operations rooms, lots of room, cyberland forests walk./ take a walk, be healthy. I’ll still be here, your pinpoint accuracy me with my fat tummy it tickles no I make no joke it’s been stressful. Oh, my hidden book, you reads, the two of you, 40 of you, who kniws, I cant giuve the book to the public, but I can give this./ misspellings, no red wiggly lines, I wriuge on a word program here .. ah, be comfy I give you tart out in the ipen unsgeckjled internet. Ah, we all have a hiddem inside oinlky fur some ah as if kjiss companion good girl where every wink yesh as if siome weurd stranger me comdiortabke with saying anything transfer book to open no arrangement would work, I stun and scared myself load this .. see you you see this .. people .. so strange .. to me ..meditation .. see other views .. why me .. under surveillance .. theyu grt my indyue (indie? undies?) fur some reson/ ah see me nit my traintracks my braintracks not stink can you smell these words? Sorry.
From inside, we milk, it’s not shit, I don’t milk my shit, I really don’t. But I see a lot of people milk their shit, for white milk, not come, ah, wow .. come over say some brilliant words, shine mud I’m ready I see the most valuable mud. In you.
/we all have a time. Getting through.
Life, it’s nasty, I could be killed, fur just shoieig up, with words. They’re all so dami vami nightie fallen wasr was yiu wasntnteresdted./ we have so many wiggly red lines, mistakes cant say cant tell you misspelled words, in my langusge, fr9om insude.
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/endf’ snippet/ 10:35 pm
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