augment my city sunshine

there is a room, it is like a drawing, one person seems to have a city for a head, the other person seems to have a city for a head too

that is good enough, not that good
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the streets outside are filled with fruit punch drink mix, many packets, as people sell, dried bits, no water to mix, helping each other

to drink, be a city on the head
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people sit inside, there are towns, many streets, of the things we might have said to each other

this
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you see

oh, it's a string with a pendant made of a bolt and wire, where are we thinking, cut-out lottery tickets .. how do we augment our minds, oh it's silly .. the lady, she used to dance, show people her petunia, now she studies in university, try to find "what they say" this man, says "what they say" she can't reach him, he's crazy

he goes on and off

crude yellow blazer, tattooed to the floor, sludge stream out thoughts grey linoleum 1950 3040 discount, jail my mind here come visit I feel you in the air of outside in public for real

ah sky takes small trip in envelope of these words here mind not a mind behind universe is shy creations hug the human thoughts

can you think this how do people sit augmented breathe computers small words shine crooks and nannies nooks and crannies spell well sky and what is behind it oh I am tired to appear finally photos videos still near themselves in it myriad of hint I come through to your face where "my mind won't to be uplifting to lift heavy boxes light conversation your finger near these words on grey screen as you talk behind camera and send it to me slow all that I want what is this dare in slow concrete world your forest kiss me think things like this"

she kisses him

to form never here, I look at you, include this, never going to be here in our hours a love to speak

the man pours his tea, pours a tea for his wife through the computer screen, she is in Paris, he is in Montreal

it is wet, some touch, of words, there are no computer sensors, just words

oh, a mess "anything" then down at bottom "inside the mind - a cheap video view" we go farther, his mess small yellow post-it note, to his wife "pour tea" companionship, lonely world .. in the middle sideways it says "and success at making anything of this world - and anything" last word the "anything" there straight at top.or fairly straight - delicate note - my love

my feelings

over computer

form

is anything there

in the air

is more

right nuts dense writing I want to hear it and I want to float through it

so terrible give some street description

the garbage cans were dirty and banged floating one inch above pavement I don't even notice them

give more street description, don't give description of your heart

there were little hearts, it was not valentine's, they were made of clay hovering in front of each address, just one

so what a picture, a slight smudge

words in front of face

your address

give more street

the description, it is all I can take

oh, whole you, let me stare at that a bit - don't go in yet, please, no

I see "dense nuts writing words are just terrible loved by me" in you, I won't take

so go on, another street

the street sailed, smudges on bookshelves were somehow computer, I stood in front of shelves in bookstores, smudges were moving by on screens, beautiful abstract smudges, there were no books

I had given up

and I had this

mysteries - as we live our life - and behind it - we feel

ever someone meditates can sit with you inside as you say yes

better than a film with stilted dialogue

oh enlarge pictures see true meaning, first words "evening the night to day not here, even now I can see you"

as if meditation communication inside

I cannot allow bars fold back dough silk welcome bear you witness, watching, okay tick wet

sound watch unclear on my wrist walk with me dare you watch close I could ever settle it be my way

humans

it's farther than a fancy film and bad comments

augment and new word blow by me traffic me with your words, sit book, as your face

so neat me

ever dance ugly picture

person resume trying to be traffic so many of them themselves

notes know no nothing here on earth

spread social sigh no media I know

risk traffic words as drugs so flimflam me near you promised me love

floating we were both men women new no to touch words I lust for cerebral kiss so library rests spectacular shape here before effect starting as not origin thought here on this world

I see you come from meditation no define anything cloud has slight shapes to these words we glance away

penis vagina somehow now clean of being us for no sit grab sips of tea look at each other for liquid warm happiness

your words are said finger near grey screen this as you say them real "I'm okay" as this stark as book fleece face as face price pay down aisle books chosen as this flicker your voice between combine natural society has the book stretchy scratchy earth sketch me walk sky soggy here

so being bounce in not beautiful meditation hurts my ass or break in years float this book by through that life angles in smarter me lost fight for gentle the being not offensive anymore finds way to speak big words of sad augmented by book live greater me as that your complex computer is outside in park slow walk kind enough face of earth beckons it

formed then

now you

as we trade reading this way
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we all the books I am not made to be a book, support my words quiet as I walk around

what are "superagers" oh even past that, what is a strange story, the social access of a story about the things we never talk about

oh that's a mouthful, that title

yeah, but .. ever send letters, or have material on your computer, taken, or odd byzantine where does it go to, who gets it "ever anyone, might talk about it, in their lifetime"

you might produce it in your whole lifetime, and they might talk about it in their lifetime

and never

but a little

matched, that come across, joined that way, superbookgrowers, never called as if that

yeah, strange picture, look a bit closer, line drawing, something to it, want to dismiss it - try to see it - and just as if for "superagers"and "superbookgrowers" very tough to arrange that situation .. meditation, exercises, superbookgrower, a whole project lifted from your computer, somehow winds its way, do you half-not-mind, who touches it, gets to a person, who is good, purely good

but can never say this

she doesn't know what to say, where to start - assemble words, new creature, as if for earth, a being, as if beside you, as if just of thoughts, no body, can be that way

helps the body, exists with it

it's strange, after years and years of meditation, 18 years

a brutal meditation, that's too hard, most give up on

and the story out into life

superbookgrowers!

fantastic!

yogoof word combination tone down insult smile

as with all/ no way, get here/ agreeable shy thing

I often feel like a bookshelf offers good place

I look, rent apart my meant to say, coming along soon we were that

oh another pace bookshelf in reality anyone read another human being as that

more than fast

I draw drawings

plead for "see me down the road, not just this"

I'm really not some kind of idiot

I'm really not

see me steal me steal a glance at a friend's place, book on bookshelf, in them
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for a world

unfolding slow down

I can barely handle them, shoot a line find page smile to myself in my chair

reading, totally alone with them