Tuesday, 1 October 2013

pod all pause on image insides





Hi we're here could you come along meet me at this time whenever you arrive seconds ears at when wool cars beep manually and manly swell cool down off women's cold water pushy eyes decide at cry over force terdyor-ism dirty mind bask in sun of grey sky and then munch hotdog and then forget day as usual outside the winning smildow.

hi
We sit, have coffee scaffolding folding heave me into lime sheets of suirr concrete our thoughts

This is just wha experimentation, I hope I offend no one, of papers, of anything I was ex-involved in, this is from a great many years of meditation, it is clean, though it bravely faces the insides, that's all I can say.  Enjoy.  It is years.  Suffering.  A poor de-magazined world, dewormed, defilthed sitting twiddling papers fingers don't have much to say .. call up ad in minds we color crystal vehement do and so we meet up with this happy suspicion woo.  In our shiningmindloutprettythigniteffeteintellectualwestumbke in workmasns clothes hanger fall on sidewalk sigh

we are so winging ferris wheel mind choosing heads faces revolves on thread parachute spit by spider

I don't know
do you
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(so back to this drawing above lips where)
I think this drawing here (up) .. or please pull paper pyll me to you lunk dance I twirl with her our minds our fibbuckling minds pull up that belt buckle in a fib on your gut .. wwell honey we get old on front porch ah see the little cuts in my “money” no this isn’t money perfect of line anit-counterfeiting measures it jusdt mne finitucking sewing old me messy human guiding inside my head see this drawing guide my outside give possibilities I sit with you other human meeting on “m.t.’s” hi my gut my spirtit my (spear-tit?” no) unkniown or draswigs I trasde in gal;lerues and at lonely souls like me we pay in miney fur coffe and clothes and rent but we sut silent stsring doofi at each other with these drawings pretty non-artist crap scan calm down animal, but this could be some of our thimmtoughts, the printed out thimblewords pre-going ti the sew-onsurcace and circusmidffucastions and lumpy old me tired of shioving pumping at you grown up groan this is my citrus keyadd other card pencil glue stick we pass=key in, missing paper hello baby and questioning if we should stay it

Stay here take an hour for kunch abd these papers
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ah I write a little addsections rude bicycle/ no that's "ride bicuycle" through so do you hello you're welcome to stay rhythms no talk we try silent everythuig we wade into landscapes in our head

//so yeah no stoner just clear for upset world that's minimum me and you dear reader will expert clod we dance someday fancy crazy mind, soft powder, like on dimple chase donut frolick samdander girl that's about it

hello

good-bye

till tomorriw dear and all of you with marginal but functioning mind image stay sweet produceable paying job hark mini regret poor kwetept kookoobeaches inside in yiur hesd unlettable out decorum job circumstances never have an outlet bikinis in some paradise in kookoo mind upstairs clean minimalism sit stark it's dark lighten up magic stars not legitimately nathabats wear mask gas in belfry internmentintermside fries warm into introfussbudgetkisses dollar store partial lips cold all we can get modern day thwinking thoughts play thanks

3 comments:

  1. weird stuff, man .. "gather tin wig" ah we all feel in tin cans as our head .. beans .. entertain .. or pleasant girl smiles .. girls are really so pleasant .. until they're mean .. ha, the mix of feelings, miss the touch .. but don’t miss the mean .. alas, map of life “go places" ever dsutrvuyve .. as feelinmgs alpa-blow-break my leg, uniiquiree wirds, squirrelgdsrbke, ha .. sutr together gdrbsfe here of living goodng;lastuing immor-suptality of whsay’s up words saif refgulerly .. we are un psark of g;lirtiopus noinsejmnse words thjst yhrill ys in our grnyasl;s not even oiur crtyuchges

    .. critches? crutcges? genitals .. generally breathe .. nice people with genmtals gem-metals as faces .. talk

    II live yoiu too/ love you

    Fir sauys thsdt close in thus wsar-blsdring world ../ I love thee datys, of a diufferent world, thank yiou/ I almost gret youyr sly huimoutr and pldyful immedustely, nit ummedisdtely dusy, like me csaccum the dydst in my hoiusde, it mstrches “upoi [p;dey” biut sare uyltra-serious too .. yiouy pldt ruyde my eudes pof wyursds circyc of sae original parts ajd thoroughly ioyghtdyl enjoy thrullsa whjsdt is a humnn, you artoo/ marcvh/ love/ like thst// life //, fiscew of salads mental cases in street cirbers sol.,emn dryve car keep oin tsffic rules of street couner mobiled oinl, ha is shiny no coin skin looks like this sauce but is this

    it is the best spaghittilife or lush love yor ciompdnt meals eesat yoyr cint of just dsr off words spelled ytour way topo, love of my life
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    Yiu kniw I;m smilng and ldyghinmg – who are you

    Mule my heesrt fur vaslue of I’ll haulk yiiuyr miytuneerung gesr no excghamnghe tiun of cookies all be trestrs evcer iun mule I am a mulre no csrry drygs fur cdsretel of sky csarter books of sky this life trhis sge this plsce

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  2. I'm trying as best I can .. it's kind of frightening "am I an animal, raised in captivity, about to be released into the wild?" what is going on .. what is the city .. the outside world .. are these desperate times .. so much cancels out people .. the mentally "where are you?" "spectrum?” "basis? range?" we do not know .. a lot of things we do not know

    it's a desperate world, sit with someone that maybe sees this too, do the first pages, or what do we call this .. insert .. or talk to .. back and forth .. this never goes in .. does it

    it's never in the room

    people prepare for a whole new world, or it's much more modest than that

    such a creature, afraid of honest, that can really make changes .. terrified, speak it "under any circumstances" besides this special way we have had

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  3. walking through a street, sideways, then zigzag a little inside it, its dimension, no one notices .. no "power" behind it, touch gently "all goes on" "human" way back before even interact is "don’t care" or 1/3 even human breathing, then just switches to "itself" everyone has, nothing around it .. certainly not earth .. and wonder

    develop that over 4 decades as earth person? or something .. when did it start .. it’s not just meditation .. it’s just strange, grasping life "not fyer (don’t know this word, typed it wrong, don't know this world typed it wrong or right still don’t know it, use it for respect it almost go through numb be as it wants too not it it ityself is not going at all)" “of course this is the career path" "or whatever you work at" “goals" “or give up" just go to work, do your thing ..

    this thing, however banal, or unknown, in each of us

    goes sideways towards life, earth .. make what seems, water, sunlight .. great things, but keep them back, and make it really

    earth still gets them, but make a being, unnoticed, uncared for .. discuss the mental illness of every single thing on earth going crazy

    no, I’d rather not

    impede it all going great

    (perplexed) deal with it really, eotu being way off there somewhere, get a little chiding "want to discuss such things" patients, doctors, et al, or unknown designation, spinning "for health" unrelated 5 colours of meditation, are their own, related, sun, water, all of it .. awe-inspiring nature .. but not .. just little desk - go with that - collide with conversationalist, no, please don’t

    just ride beside, that's all it is

    separate bikes, thanks, traffic, downtown, stoplight, not start up conversation, in all of existence, no coffee feed through bike frame, don’t make me sick





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