blame the french dude drinking water
Pythagoras was like this and Archimedes was worse, if you ask me. Any amount of bread cast upon the water, or out into space, will do. Sitting quietly beside the Seine wearing an English overcoat: well-tailored, of no other digital possibility. Who throws their heart away for this? Clearly, I don't know. In the arms and legs of a truly beautiful girl the songs of the Malian praise singer wailed on. The whale herself clicked and moaned ostentatiously, competing with the Malian; it was a duet made in metaphysical eden of philosophers' stone gardens.
She was sweet to bite. Reminded me of hot rabbit. I was pushed beyond my normal situation and I didn't want to hold back. Plus, I felt encouraged by her moue-ishly petulant eyes and lips. It was a fraudulent use of fireside ashes and the very symbols degenerated incessantly, until I could hardly interpret them, sliding into the harbour where the wavy lines span out as the anchor drops/
"Duality is just another way, pet," I said. "An attempt to normalise me again." We walked on to another place where we sat again, uncertain what was going on. I said again, "Duality is an attempt to normalise me." Uh-oh, something's burning downstairs –hold on, honey, i'll be right back!
"Come, hen, hen and I will show you my Japanese stamps." I announce, "You, the best little whore of babylon, " well, I say hija some of the above, none of the above, all of the above. None other follows-up the colour: I can't see him in painting because he plays on:
"Non amo te, hey, baby?" the artist cries. It is a pity that the difficult wonder at the two pictures to entertain the gallery. "Quel chameau!" That made me go to read in my tuck that he was a true wet hen with the character of a pig. Well, he will never break three legs to a duck. "Vous pouvez vous brosser! canard foco trois menages tu manges." I scream back.
"Il est rond comme une queue de pelle et fait des excuses humiliantes." he calmly replies.
in dig it al man i a cal
im poss ible scribbling
tanned (my lie)
a myth figlet
a lithe piglet
ca pit al ized
the world
was being watched
arms and levers
made things move
the great white
moby dick or
maybe richard
click then sub
the letters
one for each
click click click
until not even
you can read
and only then
will you be
well read
if not DREAM YOU DON'T REALLY LIVE next to the beehive, a corruption of activity
well meant
and yet not said
became ink jet paper
and the words
scrawled out cleary
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