a lot of grey ish mellows

it was a hankering of these...
 conks delivery gouttoast  brought boast
      calendar dripping bottum ivew blankenship
lives in the polturguiest
                                             drpped our doughter dower
take this off of skreep
          it is in truly looking backwards then we gain our now
 remember the thing they have taken
 
Feeling
             

                brand         your best      i will not say it.

sisyphus

i saw toes in the mud curling  fluid putty
  as calf and knee twitch
    fingers gripping the stone     as they would
  did since the first time so as to leave a trail of sharp concave batons connected at the base
breath in
the foot holds
step again

gases in the ground never served any one any good.

     old man liquor draining oil from the last malkuth and lying to the gods
that it is for satva
            so to cover the asses and mules as we are known to them
and they comply

   the rock is dense sagging its' seat
breath out   i saw eyes opening awaiting the new breath and the stone

        an emptied blanket capture without sound        being
magnetic electricity resides but faint
           and it will not speak

gasses at the gates and paris be true slovenia to the east is your friend
       i saw an elbow twitch when the next step was taken heels magnetic electricity
cupping putty and roots tightening
     
 snap      then toes and mud
calf and knee twitch
                    breath out           in       the eyes open
the next trench holds  shift the hips
      breath in

          eyes open     the black sands are nothing like life so leave them be
love
            the ribbon of known leads to the unknown
  slide    together                   against the steel spike and we all will remember to feel
                 learn how to turn the steel into pottery and we shall have clean water
breath out
           i saw the dense mass  the stone
diffusive domino     stocking vain its nature  rude and braucked
  no light will touch it
               to degradat to please loneliness
churns its way higher

     breath out  the eyes open

 the pacific boils its sour mash is our fate  
mother will you stop it then
                      bend your will as you did in the beginning and release yourself from the old monsters' halos  for they can not tell you what you already know
   having been told in your bones
         but do not scheme for it is in the birds as well
breath in
        hestia will sing again in earthen wear
release the stone and be free
         
     

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