Continue d cave

Way all course of it. You are near the wrong. Or

For it is I that has loved you.
I love the thing unknowing it. Not knowing is the only way to fly as flies do banking window
Then forgetting window
Then banking window

My eye connected to your eye
    I suppose      but my heart was staring at you boob's

     Unknowing it is in again   the best of them dinning  like Kahn's on a table of drained bodies

        Not knowing is the only way to fly
As flies do.

I stitched cave shadows on my contacts at a party then crashed the party

     One guy stopped me and told me that I had to leave because my fake shadows where ruining the real ones

             I told him they where contacts as he mimicked my mouths movements
        I told him they where contacts
He said 'That's too long' and that 'I had to go.'

Tool building, tolls and teeth will yellow

Can we talk about      tool building
         The anchors the same the verbs

    the difference   

Its      a bridges brine

                   toll it's'              own bounty

   For those that do it     and the 
                        All of us
        They Can not help it,

Veil meds        a porters blue
cleaning best   and lost in work

              And with regard to understanding sounds      as best one can
 
              or fuel Meands
from the ground up   the ear pours into noise

   as noise into them

              Noises bled into pitch
but it's not as black as it feels to be.

            ( The problem adventure)

      And  needs to be,
         Is  We      need too much
       

                     o followers of silk
                Or black stone    a currency from the past was found easily enough

 The only justice
                             Tooth tools'
        Need you not      
                         No need   in  grinding
But the mending...
             If you can.
The grind being in private   losing tooth with every cycle
  The   pivot    at least           being
           Lax of these
                      And post  inn
Or influential
      it's most pious           pointedge  

     Edged     and
                               Combined      
                               the past long lost
           
   In dusted sediment
        Prelude layering precludes
Prelude layering
             
Waxing lipstick  wind sand
          Mounting older    lipstick wind sands
That mounted importantly
                      like a hyena mounts a wounded  gazelle
                       Our proofs       Ill measured in wind sand
            Only with humans it's       time
that sound        sounds               

                                     it's wound
                Why does it search and do
it
again?
     Do not get lost in verbs      or
Not the  how  but  why

        Is lost       vision too warded towards the why.
                             And how is strength
How wounded     in
        Conflict the how         let it know

you      
  then bring the why in so it is comforting

More importantly comfortable

    Remember geometry

            Remember edge and creases boundaries in and out.
                  Now is        a foul in

and out a foul out
and in

                      The breath of this

                  Remember wanting the now

     Most of all
More      The  then and now

Mow this sanctuary 

Wanting more     then anything else ever.    Or
An urgent rush    
Urgent self relish pumped
          Whitney plastic handle down
onto        a fog headed hat dog wearing casing               
                    Tasting of strong cock measured sting coat
                   Pale and crispy   
Singe it's magic cure
                        and oral fix actions
                using all...       ?
casted as no     but best    
and bread to think it' s on to something.
           
                 someone under tersk redemption mouth sour and hungry though they were on to something

      The breather thought another way

Again a gain

And lacking death in religion to prove it
     Lax it's'  
Ligand-gated ion channel     to the real
             
                             Or Moloch
O temple
                      Allow this Lilith you love me as you love your self.

who here does not sow
             Or wear a bridge March one best
To dance ones best
Casts of poetry casting poetry
                          Posts of peasantry to post
One peasantry

                   Color is the Fist

                                   first box to open
                  

a passive project

a passive project 

    sit still you maker of mute 

                        And remember the other

blind the aura  in mess 

                unsent pride   fern leaf

        

          stretching as high as it needed to

the orwell passives'  join the valley flank 

     crony clown  

                   agressions in forgetfullness 

 or just the loudest moment at the time

your mute does not herd  picket fence around your shoes

              limits the ankle       your ankle alone

 

  does not 

        feed           as you think it does.

                 a passives' knee print  when kneeling 

                      not a wake    directly 

 for the sake of wake

         Passives for the sake of pleasure send vowels that can please in spring courses if calm can carve the calf maons

      

                    Presently 

         calves bland and blinded by Sounds 

                                louder then wolves

Post other wiser  

when fate is blind and has only ears to find its way

                       

thats not to say scream      and scream first

       but breath first and care not of its poise

                              Presently

                 whose flesh is this anyway?

 

  the i a singularity in spite of we         becoming ought 

                    an eye orphaned      its other   

 

 closed in blink perhaps

                the opened one  

      a uniformed segregate 

          a paraphrase          a disco    

famed    with one eye closed. 

                          

                  defined by most as whole

or at least thats all we get 

              

                whose flesh is this anyway?

the passives' meat its mince 

         the closed other forgotten

                         and the moves go to the loud

a weekend of james

it seems flannel is the neo-armer of choice these days sitting comfortably between the shoulders of the noble, or anyone affording not only jest but pragmatisms previously cultured wedgedly among kings. noble soldiers defending leisure. its leisure defending polite yet accosted social quids pruned crowns and labeled what ever is necessary in the moment to pass as normal.

this is where you find james. the there could be described as the space between an elephants ass and the ground. it could also be described as the middle of nowhere. or Georgia. the this, of course, did not dawn on james right away.  in fact it wouldn't until a few days from now when the, 'practice makes perfect,' euphemistic pleasure cord to pull soul sail, enabling a vale of naiveté to be widened to the point of broke, was pulled, the bit of spilled coffee on a saucer sitting to the right of james dried and the girl long gone.

but today is a good day. james fills his time. he takes no real pleasure in media. in all honesty time really fills itself. he wakes up, the phone directs him to weather,  laptop tells him to laugh, his girl tells him to move and the clock tells him to work. in fact he doesn't really think at all, filling time would be the only cause to think and, that being taken, there could be no thoughts to give.

the next day was the same as the last except for a brief almost exegetical moment, a spark, of christ conscious condensation pooled onto the small of the back sending a fraction of a thought up the spine of james which left him unable to blink three seconds longer then normal. the cause could be described as that moment when one has gotten into bed chilled but the warmth from the cover mixed with body heat has made it too hot and one is forced to take a layer off. it also could be described as the absence of color on jupiter. or the soft and eerie realization that everything has in fact been done-and there is nothing left to do.

this moment of course did not dawn on james. some say we don't see what isn't needed until it is needed. lessons learned a few blinks behind. a life being, velvet scrapes of clothe laid between corduroy ones, flannel crossed leather or silk sown into mosaic printed felt either gently waxed or tumbled softly with creek stone. james was the latter but if he thought about it, which he didn't, he would probable describe himself as witty with a quick blink ahead of the rest.

and the next day, james whore flannel.

I care about the postage

Kill how  if lost if lost is best
         Fill      what neeeeeeeeed
S
                  Savior as car drive way
Soft move feel this move.

                    I care about the move
I care about the clothe of life and what it means to wear it. 
                I care about what people allow me too.

                  I care about the postage kept.
And mailing is for the absent post.

Deliver  ing       what can be exceeded
Excited excited  existence telephone

       Cranked noise pence salivate

       Deliver me most of them.

Because i
See it.

                            No one does.
Obviously.

                                    What are they doing?
      If we could we?

                        Withpositon     in calacoulderic clouds of mist  if  you could?
           W              can            belt

                  W can           send       the visual.

                 W can not ex tend
W is no one         one is the same.

               Thats Shit     

When did we start worship ing        calfs     instead    of gods            ?

              I didn't but        did     

And did best 
            I didn't          and you did
You didn't       and I did.     

                  Who here       has       a crasanthamom              

                            True      the number   
Or what is this

                                     It was said  in ice
Live and let it

                                 Be the fire that melts

         Be a sought      said in  passing be a dance       Be a said

         Be a bought       Be a boast.

                       Be best of you
      Now      yes          and      best     
Then.

                                Then is now if you want it.          Can be nose   with a period

        Smelling  now       before       like piano
             Like        dose of pill       
Like lame        Like           salivate       I'm dosed       one      and         it.
                Like          a Bush        not knowing what    word is next
Like       bulb belly             

          Fuck the Shit     see it grow    calm

Like see it all     whither in a stance

I nedle nestle nestled quick
                             Sound moves   Like a phone.
                     Cells       counter    quickly
           What the fuck is cancer?
  
I just though up.       And while marshmallow     severance savetry sound   
       Wrenches     bolts      that matter

                     What I'll move out side   the other
                            Am     a  mazed      meant      calm              said with temporary breath

                            What do you wake with?
Coffee         good call.

Gender vs genera

Tequelic  and waves  change     she
And he needs this

            And yet when it changes the stance is lost
                The movement has changes
Has changed will
          She needs nothing else.

Is she be
                    Can it believe
Can i it can and the
           Will       in real time challenge    It least

                                 Where is it if the difference can not be concidered

                          

Hard cocktail I drink
                 The fairy tail    sways  Loose and so should you and  do I
            In mind bird brain.        

         And we as better   hi will be and can if you hate this

                      this is not you.
I feel that                

The mouth waters river

The boat is there   the Terry lingers   is wows and shoes and woes

         Wary is the block calm is the reason
Blink           Is            the savior      and ware is the blink 
                  The load must be leaves
Blown in the wind      
                    And who here salivstes for that
you a closed mouth         
                         Open     or do your worst

Closed and       I do      the rest? 

                                   Open to guitars

                    Open to fuel       
        Age          save       you a wining measure         save you        you    
        Nothing more

                        
And let that idea         rock
              thrown
      skipping rock across a pond fisted dimple rifts                    at night when gaurds are down     skip      or not

                             And let it 
           Smoking what have them
     Allowing the beet

            Or beat
change the blood
While the game is played.    
                 
       It is the right kind of let it go.
                   
                            Sure  your spoke     is bounty
Carry its' measure         And lend its' hearing to the pores  

                 A passion      on color     in deliverance          can mend     in silver cuffs

Buttons buttened        if it's comfortable 

save a soul       that can
            Do that        

And if it can't               It a soiled seed out boat      swim the sea          no questions asked
                         Being clever       lever saintly  And not        boats most        

                In Bush land         count  the tokens of  the masons  bastard

                           Fucked when told to.
Love of       in stead of if        its allowed      grow fat of this
                   Loose wait and exercise
                             It's gluten I've been told
Lend this               And
      The boat
remains           why      an opened salamander
No one knows         And if

        An excitment      could tell    we would all be       free