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 ..
Friday, 11 January 2019
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
Saturday, 8 December 2018
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
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
Monday, 29 October 2018
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
Tuesday, 16 October 2018
here's the new logo long time read so much for everything stuck on cut out letters nothing walk have no logo
walk cities
if you could city just copy it for your logo city hall of my inner life "put my web address" for nothing here, cheesy, a million prizes pages, walk free, no one
come up with nothing the anything wise
little logos, man thinking, put on double side, or have popcorn shape of your body
bag of popcorn we all know the best bicycle pops exhaust no treats magic nothing worked books had babies
hey smile eke out elusive meaning what don't get con laxative poems have no stable bunkum office live stay with me go
sign up license poem city of best part you are one poem I never net worth ever
try out for parts in poem I walk the streets show me somewhere to go anything to devote to not a false cult slow not much seconds go fast meaning what I catch meaning I can't get
Tuesday, 2 October 2018
ever place teapots on the street, pouring tea, as they don't tip
whatever if save money, boil water, a line of teapots, not especially fancy, just green, blue, red, an occasional red, pink, yellow, are they from the goodwill, boil water, have plain orange pekoe tea, is that what it is, pour, for people standing there, teapot levitates in the air, pours, they have a little cup, are thankful, ah it never happen, too much logistics, would never happen
what is that, look at it again - oh we have strange drawings for fantastic things
all we can do
"master" "amateur" I am
things that don't happen
Monday, 3 September 2018
it's very hard, authenticate a human, just kidding, on literature then, talk to me, augment by book, your mind, create code, literate, farfetched
oh, do we trust each other
a man and woman sit in meet-for-words .. can-you-do-code
more than conversation
this
what is that. first writing says "bolt is from Experimental Farm today." just a walk I was on. "glass is from Vincent Massey Park another day." where are we, flesh it out, it's not quite that I can't trust you "for android skin" it's more, what do you know .. we have put sky in jail for knowledge .. and they have put us in jail for knowledge. still functioning. no meet. slow reasoning.
like a book, little pictures, odd words.
in the meet-for-words, do I trust you, as a human
exemplify book-writing, but at you
take it farther
the best parts
I know we have
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it is time
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slow, for oft insulted book-readers
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