never find them, it wasn't advertising, sneaking up stalls of inking up, and over the dry parched inhouse-useful bridge flowing my mind, and everyone wanting to be noticed, it was more "invisible air" just walking along, and gently "no reality I know" thoughts poke into air, seen a certain look of green glow letters or form into black letters on white, any read a book at all, sort of, new, never get here
8:15 pm
just very tired, emotionally, spiritually,
see a world, demonstrations, protests, information, websites, selling, clothes,
jewelry .. buy .. decide .. put off .. never a place for “missing talk”
“missing of the everything”
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(the person stares in their own mind, ever access private mind best little tiny things)
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8:20 pm
with “missing of the everything” join,
seek out/ this/ do you mind if anything tested approved reaches you by who, who is doing it, dropping, setting
no known way
for nothing
capture that no information bothers you as no way get through locks, dole out a
little, it is real
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why a simple crude "appealing" drawing, delivered by such sophisticated ways .. stare .. even your mind, removed from the fray, has a place, it can read, what - approved - would help world - it seems almost extra-no-known-book-terrestrial-know-me .. reach us .. but where is it after all media why would you seek my inner doubts laughter smile I'm too dead for this world why is it all happening it is big lights bright humble turned off slightly have screen of don't bother me, any designer not from here dear me choose have that, grow up as show face this way, of all of us
love to in my mind, green glowing words, be black letters on white paper, cozy up with good book, understands it's feeble doesn't make it database of hidden readers eager for what, extraterrestrial or something so odd poem lines continued thought they were best as poems .. why more than rude, fight as gentle take tea be friend harder to express more than rude
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