i watched a seamstress and thought of a curry

war is living in two dimensions
       i watched a woman sow and build clothings long enough to cover her feet
with some room to trip on
      she thought it worthy              elegant      and took to lines like the grayed woman
who has felt the wind and rye       freed cold jeans bought in cold malls and shouldn't of had to
                the moment spent in thread
loop one needle small      curled fingers
nails grow how they may
             skin building       with fingers passes me as politics
                            passing rich fucks who just have to lean in and wear the nearest tie
she
     sowing feathers given you in silk clean and ill-cleared
                           and will obviously give again
the fatted calf
        with dress and clothe
                                               pork belly is in fashion
                                 has slidden into it again             like they want it to
again
blood double o'ed and built to thrive
                       us both      
      no matter the color of ones silk if one can afford it that is
keep it it so it does
                                        makes it their own dimension
          because in the middle of sleep its like death only the ambiconscious mind knows its got it
and will mountain avalanche conceding nothing dry dick
                blink fuck everything      because it can    
duvet                    the gift until you get up and make some coffee

           the hands are telling you even if you think about it or not
there is a plain
       plan pardoned in money and pain and silk
                                           enough money parkons     the pain is pardon blue label calico or
sssssst johns wart or
       calico     or harringbone      of bone face tattoo      of trycep               deep breath
or trycept      deep breaths
              google lays with both

                                                                        as it floats by

                            trim color
wool and linen tied by your own hand     she knows and wears

confidence        
one level        a beautiful  seem      contending affection     towards
    level
looking up there is so much

                                slot care with color    
and movement
plant toss like its tote bag sympathy  
      eat a salad                          maybe with vinegar
                              and give it away
            but obviously don't because its you and there in takes alot to come into
                    the walls have been built and so does the counter wait groans

              weakness or master as she he it grows weak in time and aesthetic mouthes
shoulders knows whats happening all the time

                                                            as eve changes colors and death takes to       next one
curry your invention      
eating soup    as it does
                                             lavender is a word
                                                           and so is
            so it laundry white or wall
warding off it the doesn't it dosing it the whole time              
                                    how dew       in morning stilt
with coffee and or wine
                       do        and or doughy doubt takes its proof
    as to not take the next one as it does missing most things as they are and it come
for sure she threads
                  the clothe as i           finger  affectionists torn  in measurement still
       despite their best effort
pursuing pressure          under
     pressure    double ss             mistress        master of most  
           batteries are low                            they have notices
                  the silk sliding away
and must charge with souless snake once more the wire lays souless as seemstress makes her mark
                        once more
  she weares is clean once more
                                           it lays finds its good as it does once more
wrong       rot to the core    
                             in root growth
oncem       ore              mind
     minded      
less      is more                         as mckenna might do
       even he said they let him
      and will counter as does their do it in life living while
           it dies its death in a cage     so living does the capture live its death whille      it looks with

a double ll                     so take it as it does
                                                                               ilk death
                      sow your best in spit of cure it does
the fight continues
                                  she in endowment folds the clothe  

i don't mind being cold i just hate getting cold

i don't mind being cold   i just hate getting cold.
  and Bob knew that
one plays the cords correctly or    with in          reason     all the time
        a we're on reason is similar to a war on reason
but fingers dance and limbs do too

                               and in dance the does so and doesn't in such a way that tone and dues
can't cough enough to laugh leaguer leverage
     spaces meal less now         its the push to death that makes us all feel so lame
i think its died before and still needs others to kill for it so it letters
          their ability to lie could not reach the end despite their need of it  
and could continue
    if      note caries note         once
it takes the mistjuf                     and breaks every thing it can

                                  and their are fires in california and they are happy about it
noting the homeless as a point carrying more then the fire destroys   to their point
    if they can             carrying death behind death       as long as death can be carried they will
with tongue curl it around while falling
     
                                                                    you it could realize its using the same force as we/i/it
and the battle is lost/won/wilt/welt/
   wheel maneuver french words to move along less wallowing please
           the skin            in unattested    glory in argument and sway is better to julep in ones face next time
 once again
                                 because of the wins its won    
build a glory hole is the idea so all will come to be manipulated
         the nearer we get the less time words have and its things lost that i and it fights for
and there in the thing becomes raising the dead stopping the beat placing
raiser bed 80
's stripes with knife and skin   slasher self
                                 how to develop the sequence.              
keep you till the end   jonathan bree

without the payout its not needed

at times the erratic is giving kiss lips as close as tulips
toast as you slips
boasting it down as do       eclipse
solo chains giving it like the kin
     as sins does it
saturday ghost pants live is does salve it
  to  caustic casualty
    the time  is like
grievance
  like eva very     think it
                cary cary core it que it
to its continence              like eating the fatted calf instead of offering it to the savior
who is the only one who deserves it right
                 and its both          without the pay out its not needed  and release ones self from the
smoke and teethe and skin and guilt and sight of death
      give life its second chance         because the art and self have been chafed chased  and schemed too a death much worse then death its self
          that is to say doubt
a doubt in self        with plots of penguined peter prances deciding this it where we are and where we will stay  because its black and white
               and i wish i still smoked cigarettes
     
                    the strength is there and the indifference is pointed in the correct direction
missing nothing of course
      the way in witch it goes     such is p0litics
                          the sounds of Olive and Alm is bottles and bottles
make up the monster piece separate the candies     dose and dose and dose and dose and
                wake up         but really make
    sure
its wake up you want
       its wake up you want
                                    not post or color or lamp or threads even tho they keep you warm
it was the many after all that got us here
                    and i only have campari to drink now
but have drank and forgotten what frank o'hara said
                                  when writing about your future
or get naked           or blink            or run the jewels
it might be up to you for now 

cold war

i take a deep breath but it is    not air that i breath all the time
       just sometimes its air
other times its carpet
              yeah   were the feet have been
other times when i breath in its sugared herringbone patterns mistaking
gift for gallows  the heads didn't die immediately
blinking     skin clothed the eyes then didn't
                        and again                   not once    but later
                                                                        and what will take them home                       or not
 so they            calamity
 brands  wanting to be liked
 too lost in the  cast sown calls to carry real current but the wanting to      makes them sieve
         themselves      its      aesthetics          
                             sometimes its pins heart level made of metal rounded       thrusting  outward
craving inward

 lines and colors     and
                                          commands and rules
lick to break not knowing the difference between
                                                                                   bees and birds  
                         just things that aren't them and they die so easily  
              a weakness to be forgiven for   and with the money their paying you
                                the world is going to burn anyways
the righteous believe else where so fuck it
                         and be post modern don't care   of the air and water
even tho the need for both is yes
                                                        and care
just sometimes its air  i take a deep breath  even tho is it air or is there always and ever will be
    them there and their mistakes assuming the air    and its air
                                                     like the old ones wanted to do
                                       as they always wanted
being everything
leaving a little dick in the air is always      and could be the cartridge fired  everlasting its' always wanted
         like gin is different from wine
and the two hands look the same but are different
                                                you  know the difference from fascism and freedom is that
there is only two things instead of plenty
   the one that works and the


                                                           you don't care about politics when    your neck is broken
or your bent or beyond          or you have a dislocated rib
       its the other end they get you with      fat and breathing tie draped instead of tied
i take a deep breath but its not always air that i breath
            it will take your kill and eat right after
or your kill is the eat                 has it forgotten the game being played by them then
                          unfortunate
the russians won  then
 i take a deep breath    but its not the air that i breath all the time
          

a siloet of jest

how is it that conservatives care so much about keeping things the same and care so little about the environment? knowing that the environment changes so continuously, the air they breath is the sin worth taking on and defeating. and in the win all will die.

it is the cat so clean and strong 

finding silk in a bottle id be best of you

i won the wellness and fitness party raffle

and a week later  got hurt

called in sick

 and

then was fired

how is it that conservatives care so much about keeping things the same and care so little about the environment? knowing that the environment changes so continuously, the air they breath is the sin worth taking on and defeating. and in the win all will die.

it is the cat so clean and strong 

it is the cat so clean and strong

hairy and koi mapping when necessary  limited to corners knowing nothing of the other things that counter 

                     out side of the corners

this thing and that 

i read dune and it made me want the future to bode well with the cosign of belief in magic with the Principe of loose change

the principle of the body changes but not with the culture 

    to them

 to them it stays the same 

                     while growing strange 

            which is why we get so   

the many into one

       in breath and now that is the way it goes to the looking back     bach mentioned 

and the ice would melt regardless given enough time

     

       perhaps

and their change doesn't make living sense 

and the more money they through at themselves the worse it gets 

                        because they are safe in here 

while here is subjective and doesn't mean the here they think it means 

to what as of now has become us

                   and there in becomes the beginning of the game it seems

how is it that conservatives care so much about keeping things the same and care so little about the environment? knowing that the environment changes so continuously, the air they breath is the sin worth taking on and defeating. and in the win all will die.

     a siloet of jest will set you free because is doesn't make sense 

why the right needs the left

what was a take what you can for you'll die soon    a half clothed foiled furred creature    bent        bowed and in time               bought  
                             and bushel'ed because of language
  and       because  the death around            saved thought from thought
                                                                              and   because the will to survive broke silence

in an unfortunate locust blanket catapult needing nothing and everything consumed your most
                  leave very little to beauty
                           
                                                   was and   is of need of writ
ended up carrying what survives   and we must acknowledge this      became

   you write her now
                 save the colors but that doesn't matter
           time is of the essence and never forget the win you took from them everything isn't what it feels to be

for the fellows are not fellows       they are just as keen to celt and coil and kill as you have become              in normal pallet       bread can be bread and broke as long as long is lent for
      it is no lngr gft  but sanctuary gold to win            forgetting clothe and carry the wounds are carried and can be forgiven    in victory if not dead
                          but to make sure the death is known in victory we die to live
       and

i wear the colors and have spent what the code demands  so i am bound to survive
      but then

Aww the she will see will be live do like we live dope sieve shine well blink will save the children banquet safe here we are love the real dance the safe look around and live the banquet feel the like and lip the rest
think beet be best
think song and dupe tests   for the will and light sees us through

                                but then
      lipped palindromes sow golden leaguers to their shoulders and become themselves within the sown savior of coase theorem and
                probably more importantly in the look their looking at me  and it depends on    my perspective now
       in camera          because there will be a win      regardless     of of  
or my neck had grown but fuck you because i have all the power and will decide what matters to you
                    but then
         isnt the sound of the ocean becoming? not without measue does the welcome beacon pleasure
      here and from here     most
 
                     as blue as it can be      now     will poison most        and was always undrinkable
 
                but then
   curry your blinded calises here for i am keen to make you will lax as silk to seal sutures soverign forgetting of the death before life is here and it as in death takes time become this
     in my eyes for i am soft and can fight

         will in time give life        the gift of ale but with personality and or skin  un-purnctured mostly      and measure regrettably lacking heat the tast of blood
               but how do you know
 as we dance
         
     but then
the cats hair carpets the wood floors and the need to pee gets me out of bed on my day off
     i touched a crystal to my skin and felt a release
          i've clawed and will claw again 

their cue

the fuelagenic class being fueled and clothed already doesn't know of the missed sacrament sanctuary
 known to them  in convenient scolds and or polls said to be winning
       the wantless class has been with        us       all along  its just that
   
     when the sound is said and movement is made to produce either one becomes annoyed         it isn't right or the work has not been efficient enough that the   taylor maid voice box telling them  you are enough skipped
 its commonly paid less          then them      missed           their cue and is
       
    all of the sudden not worth their their     as     it is perceived
              and how its similar is not reckoned for the game would be up    and all the bags bought in vain would be bought in vain
                                   for those moments are for what those things are about          of corse
because that is what we wear and                 that is the easiest way to get what you want they say
                                                    the dead is gone and so this has to be life
says the both of them as they are
        what kind of fight does this have to be          or how long can i keep speaking the better language  and winning   a war     enough to die clothed and what    with snacks
    i've heard that it all is  anything     enough to lie about at least
                               

   
                            

So you want where we came from

So you want where we came from do you where the blankets are thin for the outs and thick for the ins you want   your tired trains full of you  to you more you
                            and your planters while planting you     plant pilgrims who        while dosing you     wear tearages of wild fancy blooms scented in you  
                                                        planting pickles and calling them quills
who go on for some reason and write their own reasons for giving you more you what a terrific magic so tidy and blessed
       you who is destined to die will live on in stench and staunch reckoning because you will die
                      you      who is destined to ditch will be loved by the ones left and love to be left
So you want where we came from do you    pockets bleak bones and only banks feel the real can fill the reals with wondering pictures now    and then when lost letters meant you could blend dropping r's and a's meant you could blend   working dumb and dirty destined to kill meant that you could blend   carve her up gentleman for she is vast and wants to be less      smoke your blends and feel the cloud as she does  less is more
                        blend   like the   poor and life  blends as if it means something       you    then  made them believe in you            back then                  so why not now
  so you want where we came from do you     a faucet of phosphor       strike a match and drink       bleed cows and crawl away from the seeded sickness you gives you and me for the antidote is obviously money and always has been           she wild       is wilting again and she is gone  groaning to someone else           bearing burnt ends and bland shirts blends to    so play along    you say      it matters to me that you     me more then you and we comply again       and therein feel       a different feel    dance to a different dose     and caliph to a different bridge owned by you  for you figured this out a long time ago        and          passing it along to the in death secrets     is your you you keep to yourself
and so you want where we came from do you yet again      for the rugs need cleaning and there are spots on the porcelain
                                    its hard to get good help these days
or flip the record to the b side and listen to the last song
tell me lie and tell me its real      tell me its new  because it is a new lie    for it is new and pure
                tell me its cautious of its neighborhoods so to believe                  tell me close    so i believe  the shock  is pewter pot    meat and veg    the cancer unknown   slowly leaking
                  dot the ire    and lend nothing else    and they will love you
So you want where we came from do you   we want us so you give us you and tell us  
         its us  to be had if we'd just let you do it     we will have us at last     and we believe

here can get as here as of now

i blinked and it was a moment ago when the life i live, d
wrote writs with muse ic and love enough to call us  us sir us and all us us
     enough to breathe a berth without the valet of rich  blood
                         (the valet being a working gift flesh and bone    dick and skins usually both carabiners fullofother peoples keys)  and wearing  waring   clothes they wouldn't wear if they could could like the         ones they park the cars for; wearing the blanket tucked
   what ever that means       the middle is worth the battle                      as employed ,
                 
           bleeding into it the blood of ghost jesus became the blood of the rich    is most yet  and i is am  and        am is at a point that is is at    at
here as here can get as of now

     who here is done with it   the whip  being a penance owed/paid        to an owner either gained or birthed into it              schooled in the way in which it cams    and not in the way it      

                   matters and i couldn't know but would but can't       because of
 so the only work or real thing to us      is but
              bullet    the     lie              the light shin          shine in
and love it
leaving me wine   and   tone and silt and gift and sweat and blink and lists and lists and lists
          however skin comes     is goes  i'm afraid            of
                                                                        and your words know me
like the   flowers do   only we had a drink once and
     i imagine it more'everything       even now   with wrinkles  and time changes the planets and us but not the feeling;    begit a pulse and skin
 
                     one has to Do it all to see it all          
that mean s  it all     and people think what is he doing                    and the muse is flow   regarding not your moves     for they are different people with different things to care about
   
                                             how different are we                                  i still love you