I just got home in perfect timing, just between rainstorms. I stopped making fun of myself and said hi to my room, in a happy tone. I found the cat, invited it in, opened an aventinus, and gazed longingly into the shattered remains of my reflection. That last sentence was a joke! I am so funny! I forgot to laugh! Not! I am laughing! ANOTHER JOKE
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30 July 2013
30 November 2010
slow
Wednesday, 17 November 2010, Boise Idaho (from leather journal)
"I think that job interview went really well," says Brittany, reclining beneath the bedclothes.
-Build a diary
-Dylan & Nancy
christmas
Aubergine
Brittany's house, roommates introducing themselves to love of life. To get good at writing quickly again.
Great.
What are you guys moving?
A couch.
and later...
Magenta sky turns lavender. Brittany tells love-of-life to look up... I want to give a love the same urge! Too bad to be loveless. So I send it to the first of whom I think: but remember, this doesn't appeal. And if it does not appeal to him, why does it appeal to me?
I try to say, it's worth it. If you feel appealed, and if you urge towards response.
But madly you do not. Madly feel nothing. With all the passion drive to feel nothing. If I would keep my mouth shut, my fingers from walking honestly, if I could keep myself from fishing. But with he I'm asking for something, for proof that I needn't be gone. It is so apparent, nothing to do for fighting it. Nothing to change. Yours & your way and nothing else. Forever and ever.
Oh, day. Coffee, and pot, and a bagel sand? And a cookiedough brownie?! Of which I can only eat two bites. And games of pool, a salty dog, and coffee with whisky & kahlua.
The money I have is for keeping. The nails I have are for scraping.
P I Z Z A ! Michael?
How should we make him pay?
Look at the sky,
? I think I missed it
You most definitely have. So much cheesy meaty grease congealing in a stomach. Who finds this interesting? Brittany doesn't feel good. Her boyfriend isn't calling. The pizza crust sits uneventfully on the plate.
Why hang out? because you can't say no? Even though it's the most obvious? I know how I'd feel if I felt this way. I'd like to say I can relate. I wonder if I should go buy more poison...
But my stomach is full and all that's left is a walk. To find something better suited for something else.
"I like Magma Chamber..."
Don't be Molly Molly Maudlin
Have you found a place to keep your face? In a large frame, hazel blue, narrow straight a point. A real blonde, but dark. Mellow monotonous moderately-pitched. The lean height. The oily aubergine curls. Dark eyes framed as always. Lips showing behind thick varicolored beard. The voice of an excited teenager.
Respond to me, because I'm dressed for 1996. Black little boots, navy tights, gray Paris dress, olive & gray plaid pendleton. The new mittens exchanged; thumb fitting perfectly and rest of hand free & open.
Exceptional things are happening to us now. The first seconds of freedom. And forgetting and forgiving.
There are many of us for friends.
A pledge
to never, ever live love in a sentence.
"I think that job interview went really well," says Brittany, reclining beneath the bedclothes.
-Build a diary
-Dylan & Nancy
christmas
Aubergine
Brittany's house, roommates introducing themselves to love of life. To get good at writing quickly again.
Great.
What are you guys moving?
A couch.
and later...
Magenta sky turns lavender. Brittany tells love-of-life to look up... I want to give a love the same urge! Too bad to be loveless. So I send it to the first of whom I think: but remember, this doesn't appeal. And if it does not appeal to him, why does it appeal to me?
I try to say, it's worth it. If you feel appealed, and if you urge towards response.
But madly you do not. Madly feel nothing. With all the passion drive to feel nothing. If I would keep my mouth shut, my fingers from walking honestly, if I could keep myself from fishing. But with he I'm asking for something, for proof that I needn't be gone. It is so apparent, nothing to do for fighting it. Nothing to change. Yours & your way and nothing else. Forever and ever.
Oh, day. Coffee, and pot, and a bagel sand? And a cookiedough brownie?! Of which I can only eat two bites. And games of pool, a salty dog, and coffee with whisky & kahlua.
The money I have is for keeping. The nails I have are for scraping.
P I Z Z A ! Michael?
How should we make him pay?
Look at the sky,
? I think I missed it
You most definitely have. So much cheesy meaty grease congealing in a stomach. Who finds this interesting? Brittany doesn't feel good. Her boyfriend isn't calling. The pizza crust sits uneventfully on the plate.
Why hang out? because you can't say no? Even though it's the most obvious? I know how I'd feel if I felt this way. I'd like to say I can relate. I wonder if I should go buy more poison...
But my stomach is full and all that's left is a walk. To find something better suited for something else.
"I like Magma Chamber..."
Don't be Molly Molly Maudlin
Have you found a place to keep your face? In a large frame, hazel blue, narrow straight a point. A real blonde, but dark. Mellow monotonous moderately-pitched. The lean height. The oily aubergine curls. Dark eyes framed as always. Lips showing behind thick varicolored beard. The voice of an excited teenager.
Respond to me, because I'm dressed for 1996. Black little boots, navy tights, gray Paris dress, olive & gray plaid pendleton. The new mittens exchanged; thumb fitting perfectly and rest of hand free & open.
Exceptional things are happening to us now. The first seconds of freedom. And forgetting and forgiving.
There are many of us for friends.
A pledge
to never, ever live love in a sentence.
09 July 2008
dysgu ar y cof
1
Insisting on living is obviously different
from stewing or rotting away in a
pathetic little brain.
It is a sentence wanting to change, I wanted to at least, but an attachment I don't know why I have it so committed to memory, I think I had to write it here a dozen times to finally delete it from the proportionless epic still creating itself.
Kill the babes.
08 May 2008
a sip of light / heroic branches, lateral
A sip to sway
something light, the mood
A slip a shine
just simply shorn, of bright
Metal off a window glittering
Shone interstices form
metallic words
Sentences like shards
for instance, of light
18 s
[ 1=2, 2=1, 3=2, 4=3, 5=0, 6= 4 {c=1}, 7=1, 8=5 {c=1}, 9=2 {c=1} ] = 18 s sounds
A heroic instrument, a tool of terrorgrip
........................
Rent for the entire brownstone is $10,000 per month – Firm. The brownstone consists of a 9 room triplex apartment and a 3.5 room garden apartment and a full basement. Total 3510 sq. ft. plus 810 sq. ft basement.
A young shoot; any sympodial inflorescence, the main shoot ending in a flower, the subsequent flowers growing on successive lateral branches. (cyme)
06 May 2008
a sip, for instance / doubtless like fruit
A sip of something light,
to sway the mood
for #25
The coconuts are smoke way down the beach.
A method of a breath escapes, a sullen movement evaportates.
A slip just simply shorn,
a shine of bright
Metal off a window shone
Glittering interstices
form metallic sentences
Words like shards
of light, for instance
for #25
doubtless to know he
will never be a tired
sodden soul fellow.
The coconuts are smoke way down the beach.
The ocean raptures, fails.
The coconuts are smoking down the beach.
The ocean ruptures and fails.
A method of a breath escapes, a sullen movement evaportates.
The twilight soucher of an enraptured soul,,,
Aptympani, a tympani /
I meant an apology here. Wrrors unwound me.
I killed myself or tried to in a blare today, said the madam of her house to the traveling houseshow enjoyers. Typing is better than a blender. Difficult like fruit...............
..............
24 April 2008
smudging time
I am good at everything I say, everything I see.
Here is a lovesong written expressly for you
for #24
Some sepia eyes
Colored matching just a scene,
Italian stilllife
for #23
Broadcast delerium
Swim sideways, Iowawise
Eye wandering lost
for #16
Cashmere coloring
Like a look softened by sludge
A smudge on the brain
for #22
Breakfast like cookies
Dirty bores kettle alight
Those pretty scab wounds
Iowandering but still unable to use avocadant in a sentence.
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