chrome chainscall it or near-chrome is dusty matte finish dull down reticent cherub no fly dashboard sit creature not here to ever popular of in body give face an expression dent yonder be late or run dominate the let others in line so fast and many times or sober get about human lifetime.. could say it when instead ..
Saturday, 10 November 2018
it's a tough thing, assemble a book, world-reaching, would every page have to be misspelled, all the thoughts .. assemble, get hint "I don't know if it's this word" oh ..
not knowing a bunch of words "it's in English, apparently" are they misspelled, r,nshsdcjle/ unreadable, ramshackle,i think tht wasit,owanyedto say/ I wanted to say .. I talk ../ how, csmt gt an greemrnt between a million people - oh ../ it looks like this, fgurtorn,/ forlorn/walk with plastic bag of these words,/ you cut them from a page, printed it out, some lines you just left together, some didn't, was there a sty7cker 'gere liethe tiotle page of th book never wrutttern" a sticker "here lies the tutle page pf therbooknever written" of the book never written, title page, we all.assemble, we can't, agree, have/ scatter thrm,fyrworld srory .. fyr world srory/ fyr/ for
scatter therm for qworld stury/ dor a world stoey/ story/ the miditym /I don't know that word, timidity? mindset?of give up "publish them" to the street drop and walk sad to the sad desk sit there in your house
the street say nothing collective .. maddeninf,/ maddening dint get ut righrt, get it right/ don't have anything to say long days even find storu at all
meditation, and friends of meditation, no story to grow
in life
where you walk book invisible as assemble body ether from here behind us
send walk no take up space argue finally we build
what does it look like
no person yes a person new there is no new definition feel presence no legend is the oh pieces now down to make crafts of sad meek earth now
words say "courage numbers fly up away from them"
ever the numbers of abandoned words I don't try
couldn't make
a story, grotesque grandeur miss you mess polls of dirty words voting in rain snow pulp of left to sit stare at weather of us humans fantastic story, would take 40 years, all my life
oh
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