[from: the Loss Lieder]
blown for a
kind of sting, on more idiot lacking
halves or a stack of
old records, just
blow out the reference, to text as next
it keeps
glowing works w old haunt from carriage return
all creepy
whistle as a smile now i’ve gathered in blasted software—
you got a
counter reads the smile ache
or just
wiggle faced w a dream gambols pun
higher than chairman
of the
bored a quick flood alters when then
it slithers
thru veggie snow time all alert is lichen
stolen from a
werefallriver law ax or sue
looking once
at time in rain capped by our floating hovel
i can build
anything out of words
not a quick
solution
always it
faces a crowd like the stiff breeze in sun
try to square
hamming it up with a nexus meaning registered trademark
that’s open
way to leaver yr
don’t know
what i mean in the stranded canyon, hold
order, an evocation of twilight begin echoed flight gliding over
purple valley
mounts in a deposed majesty
green gives
to deep glow indigo, lots of cows on a
hill
high lawn
words only
have written existence otherwise
process
it’s ten or
alto or one in ten
rather than
representing quality in the Belgian biscuit trade
what i’d
trade, vigilante groups conjuring up sound on a wax tube
every local
order social violence viol: ents
a few ways of saying, go on down the
hill to where
the old model A disintegrates a bit
more each
winter .. technology has a way of
creating meaning whose
stupidity you can really see on a day to day basis
stealing some
silence from the edge of the beach
when you got spiders
crawling all over you
they run into
words that’s standard practice
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