under slipping filling (full)
confront (d) "pairing
this" (tion)
with stepping up "with
longer, a
ladder" roof top
vapor (ize)
second (ary)
'straction 'twined
"with both hands on"
sub-acute distinguish
foundation (floor)
taste'd elbow
(lick) end licking "it's just
about getting fucked!"
sweep corner dust
out flies (and)
points between
window (and)
seal (t) un
(parallel) sun light
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
carmen carmen car c
O Carmen Carmen Care Car ~ when we saw this tree hand hooked held to that velvet purplemauvegreenish hovering
and Hand
Held
we knew
god was reborn that Nietzsche's Daughter has a home becoming here in your art

how night has born shady air
we quicken with the dust of love ~
how night has born shady air
we quicken with the dust of love ~ love's air was a shady lamp ~
count the meter inibition's not gross
restraint has its pace
ambition's a colour of joy
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Wave yer cursor over the1st image to
nota bene: same instruction per seconde ~
4 drafts as in checkers
1, 2 , 3 ,
check
mate
texte disaprue~ dans la rue~ corse of corso of cummerbund
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i really like this
no kidding!
wow!
its so smarty
realy
hold yer horsy
come on!
i lub yer work!
glosss
in this text je-de mots allow rich undoing of compositional fair play
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texte disaprue~ dans la rue~ corse of corso of cummerbund
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i really like this
no kidding!
wow!
its so smarty
realy
hold yer horsy
come on!
i lub yer work!
glosss
in this text je-de mots allow rich undoing of compositional fair play
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redonE it colouring book
Monday, December 10, 2007
lover's inviisble ink to your dres her smile .a s wish
rare to her co a l
seizer her thigh as rib she up . the ugly meantime hold out her ugly. ambition's a glover's feal. as wash to see her hair
ro
ro
row
wor
orw
orrr
lover's invisble Pink to your dres her smile .a s wish
rare to her co a l
seizer her thigh as rib she up . the ugly meantime hold out her ugly. ambition's a glover's feal. as wash to see her hair
ro
ro
row
wor
orw
orrr
lover's invisble Pink to your dres her smile .a s wish
the robe to dis-
the wistful kiss
the lime to twist
the circuit steel
the moistened wrist
the chemist's crisp
the lime belt cyst
the seventh key
the lumens slip
the warned off ship
the anchored glyph
the printed clip
the haunted seal
the lessened seal
the frame of wheel
the sync of lip
the lime to twist
the circuit steel
the moistened wrist
the chemist's crisp
the lime belt cyst
the seventh key
the lumens slip
the warned off ship
the anchored glyph
the printed clip
the haunted seal
the lessened seal
the frame of wheel
the sync of lip
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Thursday, December 6, 2007
"fleurs" X 9/11 to the second power
Verticality groped “fleurs” occasionally
Retroactive telephones rang to plausible outcomes
Blunter blue guitars robbed at curbside decided
Let’s do the monkey
Angled widths / breadths mistakenly golden
It has a singleness singing like dollarfish in church
But glee & who fled them expect to be fed
Ransomed for no whistle
Each limned beforehand a counterfeit driven ballistic
Matters of shells is what we’re looking for, she said
& went on: the daubs of pallor
The pointillist’s torque sundered by slender feelers
My beliefs? Simple things, yes?
Quarried voices outdraw oddly a giddy abstraction
Tableaux’ inch worth of String Theory toppled by
Rubbled terrible defeats humanity is living thru
The one course slopes off
At frame’s edge a point of seven tangents seems elliptical
Jet-shaped as angst now deeper frgmnts due to meaning
The ordeal is beautiful typography, yes?
& yes, he coped ideally at first
Learned how not to unknot himself psychologically
Before rejecting himself scientifically
Reinvented by followers he missed them by minutes
When he died he changed is a fact it’s true
Still claim men in America love beautiful dogs?
Retroactive telephones rang to plausible outcomes
Blunter blue guitars robbed at curbside decided
Let’s do the monkey
Angled widths / breadths mistakenly golden
It has a singleness singing like dollarfish in church
But glee & who fled them expect to be fed
Ransomed for no whistle
Each limned beforehand a counterfeit driven ballistic
Matters of shells is what we’re looking for, she said
& went on: the daubs of pallor
The pointillist’s torque sundered by slender feelers
My beliefs? Simple things, yes?
Quarried voices outdraw oddly a giddy abstraction
Tableaux’ inch worth of String Theory toppled by
Rubbled terrible defeats humanity is living thru
The one course slopes off
At frame’s edge a point of seven tangents seems elliptical
Jet-shaped as angst now deeper frgmnts due to meaning
The ordeal is beautiful typography, yes?
& yes, he coped ideally at first
Learned how not to unknot himself psychologically
Before rejecting himself scientifically
Reinvented by followers he missed them by minutes
When he died he changed is a fact it’s true
Still claim men in America love beautiful dogs?
"fleurs" X 9/11 to the first power
Soliloquy’s broken out of
Subway runs magnetic comforts up
Stationed there demanding ornamentals
Armatures border irony its vicious parentheticals
Obsessed with March’s unlikely spools
Warped stalks burnish dot coms
Their kingdom flown against earth its offering of outrage
A ranting too calculated too homey for spice traders
And yet it’s “fleurs” they optimize at forces
Pseudo-ministers snake-hung on fences
Tens of thousands of bodies
Lit in normal Dutch-zero-machined-largesse
Intimating x-rays opined by harbors’ sundry cods
It’s as fantastic-science-waiting-on-tables that they wait
Seven wonders of bras traced in reversals
Elements’ as yet unspecified whirlpools of dictates
Still silent in notational cul de sacs
It was not a good day the eleventh
But roomed beneath the correct lives were new spaces
The right knives with the same fork and spoon
Subway runs magnetic comforts up
Stationed there demanding ornamentals
Armatures border irony its vicious parentheticals
Obsessed with March’s unlikely spools
Warped stalks burnish dot coms
Their kingdom flown against earth its offering of outrage
A ranting too calculated too homey for spice traders
And yet it’s “fleurs” they optimize at forces
Pseudo-ministers snake-hung on fences
Tens of thousands of bodies
Lit in normal Dutch-zero-machined-largesse
Intimating x-rays opined by harbors’ sundry cods
It’s as fantastic-science-waiting-on-tables that they wait
Seven wonders of bras traced in reversals
Elements’ as yet unspecified whirlpools of dictates
Still silent in notational cul de sacs
It was not a good day the eleventh
But roomed beneath the correct lives were new spaces
The right knives with the same fork and spoon
"Crash on the Highway"--For Roy Acuff & Xavi

"I heard the crash on the highway
I heard the crash on the way
I heard the crash on the highway
But i didn't hear nobody pray
No dear brother, i heard the crash on the highway
But i didn't hear nobody pray . . .
There was whiskey and blood all run together
Beside their dead bodies where they lay . . .
I heard the crash on the highway--
But i didn't hear nobody pray
No, dear brother, i didn't hear nobody pray"
Monday, December 3, 2007
Again, for BFM
she spoke for you
I recognized vocabulary,
syntax, thought
you were my child
safe between lives
each fleck of conversation
offered carefully
as from an altar
I would trade any noun
for this mutuality
even knowing it is here now and
will be again
I recognized vocabulary,
syntax, thought
you were my child
safe between lives
each fleck of conversation
offered carefully
as from an altar
I would trade any noun
for this mutuality
even knowing it is here now and
will be again
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