On the first anniversary of their taking charge, do Emanuel and Obama maintain persuasion, logical reasoning, and measured, cool demeanor prevail over those who resist them? If so, they are by now both certifiably bonkers. The name of the domain is politics. That calls for skills in theater, sleight of hand, good posture, Simon-says-simple, conditioned rhetoric. If what’s behind these skills is progressive policy, along with personable qualities and strategic intellectual constructs, there is potential for leadership. So far, with regard to Obama & Co., the jurist in me is still out. 



Back to Pynchon.

— Jan. 2010

It was great being with you.

Or was it just me?

Dawn went.

Not to arouse the undue, your wellbeing was my concern. I won’t forget.

And that does it for this hour. Exclamations have postponed further multiplying, advancing a counternarrative to slower mechanisms with actual flames that surround trampling, pressing others into feeling nervous in observed time, expanding behind the capitol. Many observers.

Spring!: billions of highly intelligent beings with high degrees of morphic freedom bank with us!

We’re playing with a few new features and a couple we move in any direction.

Their funds are soon to be declared ‘NONCLAIMABLE’ and subsequently turned over to you!

You’re assured this transaction is risk-free, as we have taken all modalities to be less acrid and top secret.

Lugubrious or not, we’ve been informed of your discretion in our sleep / lines from Aeschylus —

You forget your first poem. 





You forget jabbering with Apidae divas.

You forget the gastropod nation

You forget being lit up by a nimbus!



You forget storylines garrotted across aeons
Additionally 
you forget payment of current debts.

You forget I'm technically inept and again I stay fallible

you forget this is for you.

2. Just a few questions, that’s all.


Why do you care about the guy? Do you know him?
Does he call you at home?
Don't worry, your funds are safe or will be.

A minute or more from

Each year corrupts the ultra-field, stream, even slang
On the take; that aside, we’ll stick to literal cologne trails. Be funny and comfortable is one.

The lighter second is also literal, has more or less fun. Insert / handkerchief.
Shave twice a week. Does your dad look happy never to hear of thee again?

What can we do without sex and culture, genius?

Last, best, final. I wanted to ask you about immaculate being and going out. / According to slung
Allegory, it’s called Taking Their Place.

Bursting out of your head while you hike thru grasses: All this acreage owned by prosaic dabblers, a-theoretical factual folk. Broken, misunderstood.

It’s different evening on and a child on fire hits back.

Teamwork. Again, our people are what make us great.

And if that’s everything for now, we’ll switch to metonymy. Fresh air
still excessive, a geyser in a box-set of boxes in bigger sets you don't see?
Very classy but nothing so great and natural as fetal non-sleep breathing in your womb!
like a prelude / a vowel habitat exploding with party frogs!

The genre is, I like gay art. I know nothing about it.

Voices, say, personalities, like voices, are lent us. It’s directional, a voice in the workplace
(seaside, e.g.). Along the marsh coast distant particles of sun reverse presumptions of innocent human form, up to the bridge and lattice.

All around the sounds you hear you’ll find warmth. Live, charged, brilliant to the shore eye.

An obsession invades a host work and the life, like the family and fellow nationals you had.
Four husbands.

Not bad. Ok. Bye.

1. Looking back I think commuter bike paths tamper with green space,
setting up shelves of planning.

2. I forgot the meaning of the first line.
Coming clean about adulthood (ubi sunt) is a neat precipice.
The surface is music twisting intellectually, in shorthand ..

You and I occupy where we were around the corner from.
Duh duly rounded.

3. Nice but hating it. That can’t stand for best practice —
not while the restless recover from numbness :

Failures in love fell behind, never in 2 places enough needing permission
(their dying to please paid better, pays at once) —

Ridgemont High for them is shuttered, bleak,
drear, just dumb.

You bet monkish materiality does not exist. No dissonance,
no disruption! There are
appearances, such as a vantage baseline and shopping boundaries.

The book covers a lot.
An interesting interview had to be done to depth,
‘staff may be prosecuted,’ toughing this out.

Still, there’s no lack of linnets and authentic wax.

Translations

‘articles have been written on the topic of’ = ‘I’ll croak’
‘snow falling backwards’ = Ack! s’up(?)

‘the world of secrets is its own’ = circumstance

You and I wonder about
staying chaste .. it’s on the house.
Feels great out ahead until there’s a threshold.

In those same terms there’s
a reliance on hard pleasure as well as plans.

Optimizing the center
takes more than a single system.



That’s when I propose incentives, not a completely agnostic discipline
about attitudes behind morals, to begin;

you don’t have to do more yoga than

we know – o
snatch less than nothing that might exist if you wish.

The 10 impulses exist.
Stevens would think they cut off stubs growing in the landscape. By design we open our front door and see what politics didn’t do. The shortest path ignited by havoc, honest and exhausted people. From it’s-not-the-same-now to the science of celebration — their betrayal is addictive.

That insight gives one the strength to make oneself at home, stay there, ameliorating; one no longer feels naked, no gaps or overlaps in one’s silence; all one commands is weeping, glowing back and forth mistily across an immense daze, half of it waxing with the plump tesselation adorned along mortal circumstance.

We fail to clarify after glamor there’s poli rant along with new protocol (manners) to be policed — topics on anyone’s mind (one of any pulse), so a few words take on character. I’m trying to clean [snip]
I have to leave enough after you’re finished / I’m finished, a limiting procedure, so I’m framing it tight, manufactured

− it gives a glimpse into events shaping war or “The Owl and the Nightingale.”

The passive voice made you angry; proposition, semantics = key [snap] decisions, arguments, further jibes, the shaming within a sub-class of invective, a face-off to persuade waverers; Julius Caesar, Romeo, Juliet, “Much Ado About Nothing,” “The Battle of Maldon,” where Saxon to Welsh sat on decline benches, threw slurs across the Blackwater banks, add flytings of Skalds of Old Norse in Simone’s Saga, Droplaugarsona Saga, as well as the Scot Dunbar et al, “Montgomerie et Polmart,” plus vomitous insult at one other from Middle Normans freezing progress of the republic of the nightingale.

It’s time ahead shaped by time that goes by.

The if-movement (aspirations) can be thought
A saga you (any of us) can pump off & so on

Later,
Coming clean is another part of closeness.

I will never betray metaphysics oxidizing beauty goals.

The main thing is to tell a story. It is almost very important.

— Frank O’Hara — et al.

Writing like theirs focuses on writers. Focus is prewriting. Travel writing packs one’s after, better in the dark when you can write in / out of one.

China’s thinkers are not unique in this tradition. Their tansmissions help in resizing one’s ego in the scheme. We see they are seeing. Tell me how you will avoid what they say?

I’m taking comfort to be close to you
eating the Pope's fiddle leaf figs and the Queen's grapes.

‘Mountains are empty’ .. still / they’re
rude − here is where the motif helps.

I told the boss you said he should go to hell
(after all), protecting the shareholders from hock.

What’s a game emotion like? the hang off it.
The contours. Nothing month. T’on. The combin’ ’n

Not a one in the cards can bend. Phrase whole simply. Save early as



Emotionally poets always knew. ‘Emotional’
conceals larger, shattered statements, ‘knowing
they have not made a point’ —

Should I continue to enjoy happiness at dinner
having intercourse by

Missing motifs? Enjoy living to be admired?
How people talk?

Ode: I’m sleep.
An only hill
I’ve been searching
Awake most nights:

A clean face in the morning − caped
W/ sounds. Sounds caped w/ light, the best.

Dogs and woods by the ocean
Together, like them and like us.
Can you dig the stillness? Can you keep an eye out, the ocean over.

Repeat this until approved,
“I don’t know about you”
But in a tone that’s affirmative
Like the jeweler’s words for whale
-bone / measured blues − while

This stretch, like all good comebacks, tells a story dropping hints of a larger, full-mouthed don’t-know − was it something to do with the focus on one side, blocking another? Do we lead a life another sings with you?

The sun shines larger. We rely,
really like your ideas. / O
great.

It’s such nice work, any idea
with its schema proliferating
a question of .. you can say

I’m still not finished, you pay.
We call soliloquy anti-theoretical
since there’s no one else speaking.
The idea she’s extended is not audible —

it’s just a backstory away
long trusted there inside two rooms —

semantics + looser distinction
over words bringing up the actual goods ..

Today’s adventure breaks and replaces institutional conventions. The sun rises over a blocky ocean. The request to leave the living, well at ease faces Monster 1 —

A wire sculpture as an abstract career;

Monster 2 has an understanding in light years of its own atomic structure if
& when 3 walks in what we coin ethos. Yes, it’s walking in but Monster 3 grows empty of teaching w/out a reservation

— what reservation?

0) nothing horrible, just horrible

both perceptions of opposites leveraged simultaneously

2) meaning not one and more original than none
3) causing internal illogic along w/
4) the adage first thought or never think never losing its death and life ...

We can’t always gather this way but we do.

New wilderness tracing a wistful landscape, hum-vacuumed, cuddling escalations in body movement, ledgers of age. The brilliant live on in one mis-phrase, a word, and they always have, fudging abasement in a clean confinement serving a purpose within supernumerary states of being (confined).

Let’s say you’re a man in your teens — that’s how it seems. Also, you were a near-death nut, now coming back to life. You say you are a woman and you saw strangers, that is, the appearance of strangers that fades away, persuading you to give up the life form of intellectual exchange..

It’s for good reason there’s oblong smoke.

You read in the report one investor came to deny he forgot he saw angels be strangers glancing back

as though you never knew the ‘aggressively disposed of’ on a first-name basis or you forgot the name of your buyers who were reluctant to pay.

The new world has been well-formed,
bike paths that never give / anything
blowing away ambience, beautifully made.

The pattern is breaking.
The polls are now tightening.

Your proof is the topic sunburn that we can take indoors to paraphrase without experience.

Even interrupted our conversation never ended —

You’ll be taken up on your offer.

Society likes the time split into categories of use for work and for the sinister about-face of a system upload added to your labor.

A life sentence for causing a ruckus.

You see me — when you are ready.

No. 2

This is not a test. I’m rather excited. We’ll leave it at that.
The place was beautifully democratized.

Justice, liberty, rule of law...

Also, it’s easy for you, suddenly, to have less to eat to soften my last interruption using little consonants in your throat.. you’re holding firm. How many blue songs of parallel scenery can sidewinders take?

Big-eyed instincts?
                                                        hard
to get out of the valise. We pirated the code.

I can’t say we pushed it out willingly (nurture, nature, frantic relaxation).

The fit is good.

I noticed you work away from me to make your poise smoke
w/ the problem being.

Your search had no results. Call.

We’re enormously self-disciplined torpedoing expenses when it’s cutthroat & officially sanctioned.

Getting a pulse, fixed pupils, dilated. Don’t try this without the others ...

They want to be involved clanked in, again (went back & forth for a time, out of pocket.. ) ..

The sine functions still rising from parterres & topiary snapping in place.

Our place.

There was a boom in robots once.
It all came about back in 1st or 2nd grade.
And if you invest now, daylight garners thee
several that breathe, toting examples of published cook
-ing ontologies, whatever they got alleged. Memory has it we
don’t have the brains to enumerate an open peace
next to some sleeping people staring through the ice

Is this bluff for real? one asked with good reason
before the ice scissored out the grade.

Amount enclosed: Not dying is not not wanting to die, a unique semantic potential assigned an inventory. (Dying is not wanting to die and then waiting not to die: Between waiting, not wanting, desires crowd out a covert, unplayed suite shaped through a decade long derangement,

misread revisions bourne in
countering selfmastery, fighting it even in unspiteful moments

— was it scentless discomfort?)

True to Form A.

I wonder what you do messing around:
Hi cute girl in black hat that works here.



You, your poetry are amazing, crazy fancy, and headed for more inquiry. Not the jealous, deglamorized chip of scrub your dangly acquaintances say you are. It’s not their fault. You maintain that look-for-it itch. Garish tulip brocaded w/ energy. You are a pallid color too variable for anything that can happen if you pretend more. It’s not that simple but very fluid how you kill fidelity like mine. I’m a fan.

Later, you do dangle like squalid balances that net zero, the big net zero from demeaning short -end values and variables either way. That’s everything for now, verbs, noun phrase, enclosed.. Hay, someone’s cutting grass, that green, wet reek everywhere. A specific composite. Hay. Optimism.

The sky squeaks, once it was said w/ common sense, folds into trouble your husband could have saved you.

There aren’t enough shortcuts to go around to encapsulate our suspicions. 1 lacked perfect self-reconciliation. There were 5 voices.

So we get it now about lounging in queue until the motorcade shows.

Nothing went wrong. Eh?

Could be no intrusion without an understanding of randomness.

Even tho aside, 1’s issues are not specific now.

Haiku: There’s inter-force rondure (Eric Dolphy e.g.)
v tacticians putting themselves into canons amid conflated reminiscences —

A critical first question for haiku is, can we start over.

Flack? You gave me flack the moment we cried; before taken whole —
Before moving on
It’s typical, offhand.. rather:

My point if
— I’m probably not taking this all
For the kettle of urgency that is.

Let’s file it down.
I’m sipping Tropicana on your behalf.
Taken to your path. Walking in sheer
All the time, staggering!



Entertainment, a petting zoo up for grabs now, where they conserve a streamline
For pleasure off wooden enclosures, a caricature of playing hard,
Recruitment and prayer in the eco-imagined before-the-point.

To figure prominently among the Fates, others — someone like you you loved earlier marries your projectile.

Welcome back.
We’re watching you hit a guardrail, lose it, and fall apart.
Your car is a broom.

Sonnet: We’re not all to blame for America’s angelogy misdirection

modulating the self to comprise an apotheosis
according to archetypes of daring.

Passover
varieties and perspective have changed —

A radiant hierarchy took off about here
since management didn’t say anything
about lighthouses and provided signals
..unending brightness and bite
w/ raindrops across from all that
— one could kill to be of their perfect pitch, ready to go
(
so twist ties
just got better) —

          And any night they enter, they have been with us..
it’s amazing how “they simply pass”

coming from another space, radicalized before they got there, here
proceeding under a bust of John Wieners..

(We note now at the end to physics-oblivion)

A headless figure hammering out Bo Diddley —
Sap is flowing top speed. The command option centered.

Panning back to lend bulk,
tampering w/ thought experiments..

Hey, it’s regulatory = changing the subject cares less, professing a concept
by looking for the un-enclosed in nominal trivia to ground paradox —

You’ve enslaved poetry so you can be taught
(Where all of us are going.)
O ouch. I’m not sorry.

This is my first try in three dimensions.

There were more debris balls thrown so we ordered an atemporal zone of grace
— w/ the emancipatory normality of curiosity —
Set it to limitless, w/ its winners & losers, a humanist quiz.

Our crash test is named Defens(c)e of Double Identity.

Of course. You.. and I’re / are habits of empire living on proceeds, motion futures of one of each you,
each of you. *

The buzz is those who knew stuff rued physical property.

It’s feasible if you say ** I believe
There’s a way we recover from this and most happiness / as litigants in the field henceforth —

The astrological field once there was a C-class

We stay on board ..

Breathe, kick, push, kick, four / five ..

It’s about letting go and taking you out of context —

Yeh, sure, take me on your own.

Whom will we discover? How?

Do you both laugh? Per rules
& regs of sounding it out
It’s overdue.
You’re back in vertigo

Yielding authority with no attorney.

Like a minimalist practicing karate high noon
: any of your remedy gets exaggerated, desert marsh = bespoke presence
                  What’s this then (x) about?
You say yay.


* You gave me the finger. / ** Technically, we’re not there.

Physicalism (neural brand continuity) adapts to schemes.

Government is not that impregnable. The background is a colorful PROCESS shot. A lethal-to-pallid graduate group locksteps to the scent, clothed less formally, save motives for eagerness.

And this is what I did not want to say.
There is product on the loose.

What’s semiology? unless we’re in life to gnarl sparkle to figure it out?

No futures present new phenomena —

I have a tiny soft view of holding to their path, a core harmony purring yet put aside. (One dissipates the other.)

3-D models are mindless taking chances, everyone we can engage in transparent secrecy, charged by mental concision.

Rationed compliments ensue and float a kind of math.

T he self, yourself, is fascinating, I think, to squelch tautologies of wealth and actionable conditions for surplus misuse as power we might have had. So self takes itself nostalgically

— an idea to play w/ just one note in the pluperfect.. where disrespect feels like eavesdropping.

There’s a high tradition that’s like trail mix, rhetorically honey-sealed
— so narratively palatable we with a few years of advanced English have in.

The gestalt is to look urbanely offhand and sound normal, asymmetrically curt.

Scribes are first to note who shall hanker after whom.

— labels don’t work outdoors among Diamondbacks. If you don’t believe me ask them.

In the change-up scene everything is repurposed into conceptual deflation.
Psychotropic bios now are commonly diagnosed as parallel discourse stratagems.

One concentrates on the next available thing
Until one goes broke; summarily I am screwed.
I then center on perception (for one), sustaining losses out of irony.

The spring world became vegetables overnight, one or both aver.
Dear mood product injectors, dear United Nations and Plaza, dear darkness in the air.
For all plain speech gets us, dual multiverses judge us, them / anyhow —
each with our own shoes, lucent gray
with a pebble inside, each unrestrained giving away
the one day of all days
for others in either multiverse, which looks impressive now.
P.S. The seasons like before are morally exigent, shivering in a synthetic valence, coming back, never.

I-Ching for dummies (like me):
Go on.

Search terms for Partitas. 12 backs into a slurry, plump, downy evanescing into fluff. The slurry rises above affixes and dead gardenias. It’s in her notation. Helium released — thrown in reverse in spring — trees light up. Better to heal resentment buried in a colossal physique, Orpheus, the spontaneous. With his gift of agency everything’s a take-from in percussive isolation. Again everything from desolating satire to marsh puissance.

*

11: What beats through the dinosaur theme park?

Don’t care, one only lies about what’s right, so masking one’s vanity becomes the challenge clinging to both.

10: Same with her mocking Plato — he thought a musician would deeply apprehend radiant, interactive forms (and opposites, among a few variants), soberly, liberally studying them in breadth (she did breathe), alert to surface details, part of the work week. It’s all hideously exciting if you’re fair and lovable.

Justice for all is only made to look calculated, she said. Liberty with caution, minuscule, exciting.. again.

*

I remember no self and no others.

You’re smug and cute,
a braid of welts around your neck.

Taking out details is tele
-genic hanging w/ you — so here — a polite form of the welt-
in-the-universe, comic beaker installed, a singing gas:

Storylines, battle scars, thrills, lobster, not crayfish, etc.
(dogs, tenebrae, & aimless sky conditions that surround our absorbing Tums)
to adapt under-the-tongue compliments for insurgents to bind heartache.

I’ve just noticed you haven’t said anything, Gabby.
Let’s rewrite “Biotherm.” Make it count.
In this I fear sarcasm.

So I urge the tobacco board (I’m so bad at focusing) ...
That’s how to hang names until they won’t balance.
We stumbled upon a larger issue. “Thinking about it,” laughing again.

East of Eden: Ideas of smarter definition.
We needed smarter drywall too, to excite
ferns and moss growing, other side, every-
thing about the yield blowing in its whereabouts
news of perpetual unitary joy...

I liked getting you to this point by discovery.

We reach some element within the set where touch management is unleashed. But the scenery is suddenly beyond diagram while the crew is calmed down. There’s a dual nature of anonymity that makes what’s inside disappear, a bright pulling apart at the summitry of escape.

What’s semiology? unless we’re in life to gnarl sparkle to figure it out?

Our novel then will be about reading, a traveled world, capitalist flowering of exercise, birthing a slave, volunteering undressed — except for slacks —

The forsythia is trying to warm up.

I chose ode and it’s an ode to summer, just getting to you. As marriages go it’s not all bad. I owe my bros an apology. (Not you.) My better half too. It’s just an exchange. Excuse moi.

Summer!

The back office is an eyesore, assembly required. It
makes itself think...lets itself think...

(It’s a coin flip.)

I’m just commenting. Crazy ’bout the poems.

Thanks for the memories.

You ruined everything.

Let’s bring it. I agree even if
Conditions look gray — wanting you (I say I do),
Not out of calculation & how far & vast connivance

Takes it. I’m holding out
Your landscape with the fired bullet in it, effluvia.
Now it’s daybreak —

— everybody under lunar waxing
credited to whipsaw. A foot of sleet
from the window, eyebrow roughened.

My views are compatible with yours, that’s the idea, only
I’m leaving you
Outdoors for your extrication from delirium.

Tho you’re still at the front door, vulnerable in all good faith,
& all the bobwhites in Appalachia hush...

North American theism is a quad divided
we never come across et tu a parabola intersects,
a pedigree. Gestures are precise. Bright eyes.

Sparkling motifs climb down the outside
— there’s a new quad-underground
— we — some of us — avoid it. It’s hardly objective,

but a big badge realignment is authentic now,
hyper-rufflers juxtaposed by the advanced milieu.
So let’s start with comfortable rectangular shapes,

understand pleasures eyes, neck and chest have.
There. You may have noticed I write in your face,
fuzzy & discontinuous surf in reverse

then forward as backdrop for a new old friend’s face
I’m prone to review, scrunching it up for breakfast. That’s you.

Someone’s missing. Cabs are scarce at this hour I guess. No?

I’m in no hurry.

There are three pleasure substitutes. Here’s one, an itch to have at your consciousness. The tide stands in rain.

A frayed weather pattern is second and last, the context’s normative, blushing with its lil song of guts and neurons —

After Side A deflections accrue. There’s the animal that needs you.

I’m expecting something.

I’m Aldo.

No, you are.

We’re a special team .. filling in voices to more rain in a stainless silence we back out of.

What about cleverness and famine?

Standing, rain assume delay to a degree. Now the sun is shining, nipping, filing matter, spinning, capturing the dress casual of our meaning it but not having it.

I’m for a more open openness with plenty of recreation. Poppy seeds navigate within a self-contained, yet ostentatious pensiveness.

You and I love them and by gum there’s a mantra logjam of two minds grounded into a common goal.

As one you reman the outside but you and I get more, discovering ignored wisdom on humanist terms.

(Humanist discourse is indirect.)

I’m also out on the deep end in my leftwing head where consensus flies around like influenza. (Harder to stay immune now.) There’s a glow in my argumentation like an avalanche that fucks the machine age.

At first random, as noted last century, there’s the rustic perp to a painter’s style and muddled cool.

Everyone on bikes gets swept under, bottoming out
while I’m not going anywhere until gang murders are cut in half.

With that many homicides I got to anticipate mind control as disingenuous.

In the battle between the various sexes? the rich won.

Taking up another day I won’t shop. Almost the same as hopeless but within a socialist frame of mind. It takes a while. The way 23 hours ago the idea of writing today took a while. Times itself: A mindset occupied .. this just in — jokes turn into dreams. It’s dreams that forgive us for everything (except melancholia). That’s because ideas, ‘sleeping while awake,’ get downgraded to icy normality, trapping you and me inside a force field owing to our expertise.

So there’s no lack of opportunity in experimental states of forgery.

Inundated with liberty, I talk thus in a lowered register.
My face — like the next — sports layers of sleep relief, realizing exponentially our wildest ambitions.

This sports bar is for translators.



And we can step out, blur the ground and yield authority to an ideal form that’s who’s next to me, stand and watch dogs turn smoky brown tracking vans, almost in drizzle tarnished from sight, playing against an old stack of storm windows, within a composure for light a translator can’t reach.

It was nice once to have known you.

A word travels, calibrated by the ruckus-like paean spoken (rather than speaking) in a large-scale dialectic —

license before comeuppance, soul dad —

make that a shortstop outreach where all the jazz wears off.

We’ll sink together deliberately mismatched, yet ignited around the tips by deep compatibility.

The sea and air cutting up the outside, driving it back to a crawl, to a spot to talk.

Larry Kearney rhymed all with skull, internally. P Inman’s
Echelon hairnet shifted putty, thumb-nailed into

An agreement to let us in. Skull with putty.
Urgent, dizzy, it all comes down on earth.

The more you put your finger in it, on it, on earth, you know retouches, colorations return as audible signs of evidence-based rivalries to make fitter (more adhesive) decisions for correct behavior.

Yes. This is a speaking animal, you remember — and
Time’s up.

I was nursed from the beginning. “I need me.” It’s a lovely tirade. (Jack Spicer)

And that’s good, because I sneaked rather than snuck across the gimme-erotic catalysts.

(It’s what I’m good at, wearing hand-shadow pajamas.)

I’d subsist in our attrition finding and weeding out pleasure. I know I would and if I added notes to video I’d capture the “you” and “me” of this and any unclenched feelings I have composing footage I can’t pinpoint,

a shore in blues and stock blacks pitched way up with infectious provisos, integers-to-be, and no part to fix.

Except we have to guide this young woman back to reality, a good handler with a visual cortex attending what’s neat in the future, and she finds us attractive! I don’t know when or how long we slept —

This reminds me, Eros is immediate, overwhelming, terse & of a Castilian order. A hundred decors in one & one Dame Hess at the piano. The endive bloats.

Bellwethers, fey bloodhounds are sub-jazz. If suicide in the instant barter were handing off potential thru another, then this is how far reptiles fit lips usually wet. Infectious ellipses

becoming day after night. No thanks or so we did one thing in common. Then every bristle.