saying a lot in the morning by staying bells will be playing - far away lights uncurl without warning pockets of night consumed in bites flee the museum of deforming envy and envy charging motionlessly fur on your cheek warming as it were enter the sun's foyer sleep between storming the water is deep keep what you can keep

I remember being pushed in a lake I was canoeing with Jake the Snake Roberts earlier having had been pushed too far on a treadmill to the brink of discomposure in an actual cafe where i purchased all of their scones I was alone there was a traffic cone from the right side of it came a bear wearing a police car flasher like a Shriner's cap. I fell from the treadmill into a pile of scones Jake the Snake Roberts gave the bear a high five. I remember being alone on the lake I was canoeing and very much discomposed earlier having had flashed a police car wearing a Shriner's cap right where i fell alone into traffic. Disco pushed out of the speaker cones in the cafe The snake i bear on the right side the actual snake chased the ink snake to the brink of a lake the bear wearing ear rings gave me a high five Here is what i remember, sure, one more push Jake the police bear was alone in a cafe I pushed a pile of canoes to the brink of a shrine and disco was alone on the right side. the speaker gave me a pile of ashes and pushed me into traffic and i was very much like a snake earlier having had been actually chased to a shrine by all of their members in robes i was on a lake of embers and pus a car fell into the canoe no, a bear fell into the ice and then i was one

I remember being pushed in a lake I was canoeing with Jake the Snake Roberts earlier having had been pushed too far on a treadmill to the brink of discomposure in an actual cafe where i purchased all of their scones I was alone there was a traffic cone from the right side of it came a bear wearing a police car flasher like a Shriner's cap. I fell from the treadmill into a pile of scones Jake the Snake Roberts gave the bear a high five. I remember being alone on the lake I was canoeing and very much discomposed earlier having had flashed a police car wearing a Shriner's cap right where i fell alone into traffic. Disco pushed out of the speaker cones in the cafe The snake i bear on the right side the actual snake chased the ink snake to the brink of a lake the bear wearing ear rings gave me a high five Here is what i remember, sure, one more push Jake the police bear was alone in a cafe I pushed a pile of canoes to the brink of a shrine and disco was alone on the right side. the speaker gave me a pile of ashes and pushed me into traffic and i was very much like a snake earlier having had been actually chased to a shrine by all of their members in robes i was on a lake of embers and pus a car fell into the canoe no, a bear fell into the ice and then i was one

we cant stand next to you you've got too many things to do clean up your mess

Who cares what the hand of fate is doing? For while in it, the fingers are invisible but felt ghosts Whispering and pinching on necks Prodding the habitual clusters in the brains Slamming doors in the night The arm of fate lying heavy and dead As a bag of sand Across my calloused hymen These are things I will never get to remember Branches of my self pruned So that I may grow strong in a line With a twist or two of free will for aesthetic sensibility Yes, the hand of fate is the extremity of a gardener Perhaps the clippings of you constitute dreams and death?

Moderate minister to get new colors courage Accumulating a range of living actual laters Strings to now vascular karmic hermitage Open the broad side the edge the crack in the pillow And wedge your hair in transmit via drainage What time did in you

this road goes under the ocean between Oakland California and Aukland New Zeland and all roads are one road-time in a far field... where your car can't go- when your shoes fall apart you are out of time space is antagonistic to industrialized rubber? time is right here always but we don't have to be time is a fire and intelligence is its fuel keep time keep time keep it keep it keep keep... keep it where? in a space? out of time and into the space where everyone keeps their time shards of time lodged in discarded hearts evidence of new hearts made of local mud and plastic and call the geo-genesis "Roots" progress regress egress digress dysgress congress