on streets all around the world perch up on curb little man made of clay with a note

hold me a note

any of us
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why so cheap, no time taken, looks kind of like a man, or woman
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person, thing

saying something

smarter

from where
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note says "I hope to have done enough things externally to my nothing that you love me or pay attention to me"

why follow huge book, can't really read much more than a page or two of it, has to do with something

is it a book or a world

why world
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each of us "need nothing" "all things are cash grabs" need invisible friend, book, a 100,000 pages, a heart

funny people from space giving out money to those they read the minds of are principled

ha! as if ever

funny being - let's see what it says there - something about "walk up no way" say much of anything to each other .. needs of "clear expression" hidden robot sad book robot .. realficreal .. real fiction real, we hope, all of us, soon, ever discover clue "why they don't speak to us, openly" want us decide flow of learn about life

full difficulty accumulate all that a human is

and then
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what travel through that space, as our minds too, find it

love to find smallest clue, and speak to each other, as it, first

and clued suggested by them strangeness
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small reveal book travel linear and sharp turns only inner video book reading special for years before any sight commuters light rail my mind computers here small words delicate not noticed word video read along as eye cameras loved write more me a note I feel you

it warms the heart to watch an animal video, in the stresses of life, some use for pushing nature easy cough wring word entity internet

washcloth to internet, there there

any of poor at human's hands

wash gently

as if circuit of circus mind bouncy circuit boards .. I see on a video a full grown German shepherd playing with a little kitten, making friends, not sure at first, and in comments down below, some financial adviser saying he needed videos like that

to change his heart from stress "of human interests" "always as humans move"

we are something different, all of us

but can't say - pride of expert money is not my walk but I'm moving, is not love

no street on its way to get up way at all, change shape it is us, as we talk like regular human being, padlocks swinging here, that was nothing, continue the face farce, where is our invention, our play, of words friends are my "got around heavy dreary" "and good for them words are the here they are best people" we have place aniwordimostals no such word out of breath exhausted play little bit of animatednymous internet

all we people each year can't say in time we veer steer as void check have sent in not some friend leaky can space allen key assemble furniture I wish I could tell you in my time here but just words you'll never say

take risk "that would be crazy" she says, as she's just heard me say some crazy

"days 2020 2030 oh go home say some awkward a creature you're not" / "would ever see it in each other's face, suitable stumble live for 'still can't say it' later alone we know we still have it, contain, knew" / as we stood there, could not say it, as lovely reality precludes this, show drawing as face, a photo of purple grey flowers on wall talks, and you talk more, impossibly, for these years I know you this intimately not for each other give earth what suits but for my smiling heart safe inside you walk in and feels loved in terrible disillusioned times needed this

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thank you for that, this

we made up way, had materials, miraculously

used them, guided them

we knew earth each other as this so good

thank you for making it a thing
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in my lovely lonely afraid and courageous in words fraught for place in sentence life

of earth not a jostle bag of brash-clothes-odd statement hidden words I see in you walk nonsense is paid-brand-new car apples job none so bruised my heart is dead what world would that be I see you say this love munch eat these chic late words of tech poem is jail I visit of me in clothes and heart and skin gives nothing like this so libidinous shirk sky I visit and we are platonic and so needed

some can't you stay away send poem in all speed doesn't allow you great love years make my life

I waited anyone construct this

of life was no words good mind inner trail no see you ether of origin of thought in these shapes

words meek read apply our life away from each other

we did our best around each other citizens and more this please

where

pain of thought life was to work at a raising job to be contribute mystery I can't have a job like that, I eat to eat, the same pay, or little more, while others push, push at me

I needed a job, mystery

text says "bad poem" then next to it .. - //  "you are pow great emotional friend live me .. grey screen see you slowly develop to be a person .. ever accommodate modern dirty technology like that, be around, carry expression not artist needed they’re too fancy, just be a most-needed honest person of sky of this type"

as if have grey screen, very bad not the best idea cheap materials or live most mysterious person

at bottom beside meditation statue picture it says "sad good day of expression"

as if there is a way to have a job as a meditator, not lazy, but the hardest job of all, face our insides "close to us" "all life"

ever sell that you have worked there, can't sell it, are so embarrassed

to live

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

ever a painting I was, you seem to see on someone's wall, talk to me them about it not be as fool flurry of cold words ice kleptomaniac room-less words be just like the painting steal from their universe impossible

lady stare at me a little not too much I address her painting, can't of course, she feels close to - can't

the two yellow cubes, first one says "humans at their 'we are doing everything we can to be good'" second one says "for the 'that we can't see' 'use this vehicle'" / as if then, hold all painting, look, ask what each one says, peer closer, and then the tall scrawl, at top, somewhat of a cross, middle somewhat of a cross, as if emerging, from not-happy lower star splurch .. a language, as if I have anything, to love this woman