ground, just good loamy earth, moist, brown, fields stretching, our ardour misplaced goodness swearwords headaches all of it, till it, lift it up

Oh, you know, life .. do anything the mess the grand mess, this book looks at toilets, this book looks at makeup, this book looks at kids fussy eating patterns, and all of it “just make a big field okay? A big fucking field just till it all lump it up break it up our hearts sweeking, swearing good intentions, fuck-ups, break it up. spell lousy my eyes ache”

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We all like the avant-garde just plowing fields planting flow-over-rower get out on water of shiny blue pages of book pages spots.

Really, work ass, jeans and top-of-t-shirt sweat you pig orsel what’s that or an asshole? no more cugsrretes mrnthols skinny jst wush yoir fsxce in water dirt dry poor the dirt and you boyfriend girlfriend face “nothing can be done”

try

artists try labourers try accountants try construction workers try it is all for us now

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(Here is some writing offline, I did this morning, ah being comfortable in book, or these days a bit rankled, work it all out, world, shit field, Ah horseshit, ah grow./ fertilize bullshit kind shit .. in the end more heavily weigh the needle to that side of the gauge.  But not without work.  Blessed work.

Somebody look at it.  It all.  Huge ugly fields I never want to see.  Taken on a certain way?  I never want to see.

Do you hear me?  I never want to see!!

ugly sascchsrune sugsr mutsrd gas fsrt get away from me cuworker I just dnt like

oh okst ploddriinker )

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Friday, November 8, 2013  9:25 am

How the world is.

Are you rude?  In there, in there?  But have no criminal record, work in the government, or do well?  Are you rude in there, in there?  How the generations age.  To get to what?  Oh my.  I guess you are nice now.  I guess everything is nice.  As people age, and are shuffled out.  I guess you were nice, back then, back then.

How the poems go.

How our lives go.  I guess I trust your niceness.  I guess I really do.  Do you have a radical niceness, oh some flighty crazy thing, not from here, sum up on the universe, leave us, I hate us all here, or no I like people but my love is dulled, by seeing hypocrisy, not too bad, your hypocrisy isn’t too bad, not too nasty, you still have kids, love your kids, oh life, nothing today to say, to say/ we are bleated cluffo harp fake cassnt raise ire misspell senda polemic purse of shadd little wise thing just wanders on past it all, little prayer being, her prayers, or her host body, or without tyethets, epetjhets?lashing , chains, enchained .. nothing at all still, or a little, the mental warpillness, the swearing fast loose, the srx so evolveox “world” ah ox plow the fields here words lines grow little green plants from it I see you world yes I do .. we fgop aslong ..

Till that soil overyurn lumps/ brown moistLay it all out, tell me hiw ot is, once I grt into gypocerisy thst’’s nit too bsd/ gyp/hypocrisy/ I just lose my way,. no way to mschune it, to toleramveses, toleraste metal parts nachine smile make ot work,. oh as whhst?

And so I am glad foop to hsve meditation  spell from calamityVisiot with a better world if I can even jigger in saint fucked up.  Thsnk you.

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/endf’ snippet/ 9:40 am

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We see her some way to handle hinest sauint tilling the soil of swesrwords esrapelate per minds unkempt minds souls gut away with thst never hssve tio fsce it canlt feel in there iot alwas has swesrwords nasty shit .. offer cindolemnces, a moment, hug a friend, offer condolences .. we do that .. but on it goes .. nasty bitter people, gy ir straight, it’s not just the “gay bitter mn” critical fop lash me, loves to tesr people apsrt for fun, thyere’s hens everywhere in pants and frilly under, dint hsve any glowing love the furnace starter plug, are just anxiety and a weud wedding this is lifes psttermn died dead partner smoke a joint laugh far try to take the edge off life close embittered small towmn big city gossip prewar all; the time on edge is an almost dhniny sinny sunny saint smile, almost iss, from your hesrt, almost is, put puke side fur a day, try to put iot aside, feel again, hsve love, silly love, where we are, let me communicate prayer I cant tell you, nothing, I will pray here to eben remember I see you agaion even rember in lifes rough edges, to till the spil some Good love, from in there,. honest, seen shut, hinest, beem a hypocrite like everybody else,. I neeed the revamped core, I hsve seen thst.

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But I work with it honestly, dint hold diwn the jib ciommasnds me ti say none of this.  And on it gies.  job

I suppose we wanted a better world.

All of us.

I suppose we thought of it, thst the nice person on the serfsce could do it why are we tilling this soil break up the hard obdurate land, for something else, mean and rotten roll with blades of farm maschinery, gay straight inside natter insude and sfraid of love silly medustion for any of us, sot with yourself see something else fsrther dint snicker put in the hours thousands of hours dint sncker, one man, one woman, beyond it all, sad for swearing dudnlt snicker.  Saw it through why the wortld has bad pstterns thstv are resd by other beings so they can be nice strange crazy little other beigs invuisbke little prstrr beig, walk on out ahead, baby, sopeak sweet words, peek out, I kniw it’s difficult, please try, I canlt do it all the time every day, words thst float in midiior intersect in this dimension, become a beig, oh thigs are the way things used to be are take on the whole world oh hay my.

Nothg reap[ the hay till the goats come in changes.

Im glsd I could carpentry change a little some not completely fir this.

Make big sdjjusdtments thst are nothing fsde to join swesriomg sgain, soil, words, broken up, see plant seeds no not jerking off over it ha ha .. where is my “grew up” “herd ugly make fun of things from good people”

I grew up never heard an odd strong good, stronger than all the asides from good people, the good people in that form all I had

Why where a decent good person tried, like my mom, she was good, is good, I still see her in meditation, oh mom you know how it is, men in big jobs, are not a pure unembellished good, ah run the world, swear aside, go to church, embezzle, gamble, and look good, and don’t be caught, and look good, world, and don’t be caught, few sad crying good people, couldn’t be strong enough to get past all of you

So little prayer being does, I dream in that, I don’t dare mention her to any of these people

Why inside why inside why oopinside they see it tooo, sit duwn, mistskers of spelling rrality flowing om plsy with this book, read it, hive it hdve mny msny hiours ..

As if.

We xdo our quiet little medistion, see the world like this.

As if.  It works, cintscts the world as it is st all.  We do.  We fool ourselves.  Huh?

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/endf’ snippet/ 10:10 am

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so enough for that writing there offline oh honest but hard to read our guts pointed spikes sharpened metal pointed bits triangles teeth cartoon not so funny.  I'm glad I'm through it.  Thanks.  /and now I go to see the little prayer being.  I do./ well, no time right now, finish off magnification, the initial first part of the meditation, steps, the movement first, inject chi, the spinning ball, then start to move, spontaneously .. and all of it/  in this world, start to move spontaneously.  On anything.  As another being.  If we ever could.


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peace

we do rein in gallopioh hiorses horsepower fast csr words sick to sdtimsch

pesce

please