Saturday, 15 October 2016

and humanogram in worldogram, rest - rest from it all - sleep at night


ever, meditation, get up in the morning, then blend, consciousness that cannot get into earth


ah, meditation, yes, sleep at night, but dare, in the day then - two parts

doesn't want to be here, asks, strange ways, closed off human system adamant with its professions tasks 24 hours

very strange the universe look at that - can't get in

wants it that way - hello - the distance - tries to convince human minds, can't

and therefore has something to do - pick up twigs rake lawn, the deplorable infuriating distance of our minds washing clothes bigger space, or humans in their bubble "no room for anything else" try on room for this then

slowly




Monday, 10 October 2016

robot barefoot


have fun use words in invisible space in front of your face

can't

don't you know


we all try

some way




Sunday, 9 October 2016

we don't actually say too much - history has gone by


factory history of the world, history of us - each person frozen - on God, furniture sales, serious things, cars, inner life, highways "I wish I had some start, I just gloss over it now, I assume 'my kitchen, my living room' tell the kids a bit, not too much - do I go to church anymore, or in me, find something, com,puters,/ like a single extra comma/ anything to the air I breathe and live/ or don't look up to big foreboding figure in society "don't say amnythuig" amiable? friends/ make out of word there, mangled word?





Saturday, 24 September 2016

oh we all, little mistakes, in well-rolling life


oh, like a sentence, we spell words, we like to have well-spelled words, they fit together, going along in understanding


you read that, the little words some well-spelled, then reach a "glitch" but it's helpfully spelled right in handwritten above the sentence, as if we can't, as if we don't have that

in our life
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it is not spelled out better above the sentence there is no above the sentence

and we have to hide it spelled wrong in the sentence
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oh my

thanks, eric
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we go along in life, hopefully never face this - read the body of the work, it seems to hint at it - not too much - keep it soft, eric
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we don't want to face this
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thanks, cute pink and blue, thanks - it is good to feel this but not feel this fully I like this attack on it or forwarding right to in your face challenging it, or there is another form of us "I don't know where it is"

get more into

some other time

we each say to each other, finally




Wednesday, 21 September 2016

we all robots love skip flesh old a million years robots of words don't say .. beep beep .. static .. tune


we all knobs where side of head hidden cheesy special effect costume ball .. no really


we all pause .. dot dot dot .. another, buy another .. dot dot dot .. filled it fills in okay, I bought luxury, I was interesting for a few more minutes

say something

weird
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high towers shining silver spit water dolphin silly stunt old man please don't

just say something
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odd

bequeath me simmering love anger old cards notecards birth





Sunday, 11 September 2016

meditate fool and come through mind old gorgeous inside


we do

occasionally

in there the hard work fields frontier world back a 100 years 200 years or today unknown frontier





Tuesday, 6 September 2016

to the market this little piggie for organization all on a page things to touch, I can't see it, what's there, never been there for centuries, never was there


strange call out, for it "are you there"


messy almost too much dare to read - you and me, we almost faces, or collection lines printout website small screen I touch want to swipe shift copy print you I can't see you


you monster of slight fairy or puffy football player or slight angel faces going by in shopping center screens were never resolved 200 years ago no closer now to sit and mechanical touch or slight whisper words poems of a different sort get into me

you never could

it was only surface

for me too

I don't know me either

sit at a "measuring station" drawings from this book, words from this book, sit, dull, speak outside of sitting with a dying person deathbed, 20, 40, any age, circling the globe, feeling

never touch us

never get to earth

what is it
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addition then, these computers, this site/ make computers pretty a favourite photo full screen I don't want to see anything on it but that/ and you in your body sit and talk mist all fades something comes through the shape of your body in the air

ulterior matter line dit dot dotted coupon emerge