[from: the Loss Lieder]
positive
sister. hanging with a slipper industry
backslider. hang lack roam into an older disc.
it says now i can begin to let a you with a personality into the culture
guide civic nailbiter times whistle.
being put on display is like sodium or slogans. a mechanical soil period being off. as a paid
time out. i feel it’s got humor, translations. all along a bit of time. we are
now opening up the burning yellow pages..
infer? no! it blazes by a verbulet that runs down the side of a green memoir. siren over city. text opens out its chiming sounds, fanning
across, helping without. if i cd run
that way slamming these bits of collective tenderness we’d bring down the
government. lank mantle upset goes, now a spread sheet quails: we got units to
open. polka dot unstammer. ”my
documents” contains a copy of “my documents.” they know their idioms. all in a school w lash print focus
undersinging. there’s an ethos that says,
appoint judges. me, i got imperial authorization. keep living better than the others are
allowed to. & hit the question mark outa the ball park. near our era: a toned organism. each time a foundational chuckle, makes cranes arch over the water. a clucked bald like saying. i’m only
sculpted. way down. by the bad pay.
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