Pull my head back. Cup your palm and pace it on my forehead, pulling down, and, with the other hand (also cupping) push up on my jaw with gentle and even force. When you hear the click into place of the mechanism meant to cradle my neck gently with chrome appendages, my neck will be locked into place. Open my mouth with two digits and split the divide of my lips so that you may pour the blight, the ash and the affliction into said mouth, which is delicious.
Tell me you love me darling. Darling. Teach me through example the wonders of the pharynx, my throat passageways. Press gently (yet firmly) onto my eyes and shout in my ear. It would sound like the ocean, the noises in my ear. Lick.
[I stopped at this point to make rice]
1/21/13
1/14/13
More detritus
The first step involved in human sight is a light source such as the sun or a light bulb.
There is no such thing as universal experiences. (wisdom is not experiential)
an eager tiger
a meager measure
the wager, a paige
the gague of a wire
in a coil, oiled with the
fat the fat the fat
Yawn
"Bucharest is just over there, don't you know."
Don't talk to me about avalanches.
[...] Cynthia eventually got up to pee. [...] In a different way, she felt as though she were repeating a sentence over and over.
-what am i doing, whatamidoing
The loudspeaker disappeared.
We are brother and sister, you and I.
We come from the very same egg sac.
It is murky. It is murky.
There is a ring of water just over there
6 flecks of food, paper, or dandruff.
An eyelast on the back of my hand, I imagine I ate only have of the salsa (should I drink the rest)
There is a wadded piee of parchemnt paper just here
2417
Please don';t talk to me about the siritual superiority of a place. I do not shit in a bucket or something.
Shut up. Shut up.
Shut up. Shut up.
The warbles in your voice are caused by inconsistencies in the morphology of the glottis, where the flaps are closing somewhat awkwardly or shaped in such a way that the air flows strangely.
The world sits in segmented factions of dream and concrete places and things.
For example: we acknowledge the existence of our dreams as items or places or experiences that definitively shape us and definitely exist. It is the where and the how that we called into question. The opposite coin is the concrete thing, it is a different side, the tangibles are definite. The meaning of an object, the spirit of a place is shaped in the dreams and ideas, the inclinations we have of that place. The segments are sandwiched together. They overlap somehow. How?
We could organize like a Prayer beginning on the inside. The framework of a dream begins with the ideas and the personality. It is a psychological offloading. But that is the mechanical process rather than the actual thing.
There is no such thing as universal experiences. (wisdom is not experiential)
an eager tiger
a meager measure
the wager, a paige
the gague of a wire
in a coil, oiled with the
fat the fat the fat
Yawn
"Bucharest is just over there, don't you know."
Don't talk to me about avalanches.
[...] Cynthia eventually got up to pee. [...] In a different way, she felt as though she were repeating a sentence over and over.
-what am i doing, whatamidoing
The loudspeaker disappeared.
We are brother and sister, you and I.
We come from the very same egg sac.
It is murky. It is murky.
There is a ring of water just over there
6 flecks of food, paper, or dandruff.
An eyelast on the back of my hand, I imagine I ate only have of the salsa (should I drink the rest)
There is a wadded piee of parchemnt paper just here
2417
Please don';t talk to me about the siritual superiority of a place. I do not shit in a bucket or something.
Shut up. Shut up.
Shut up. Shut up.
The warbles in your voice are caused by inconsistencies in the morphology of the glottis, where the flaps are closing somewhat awkwardly or shaped in such a way that the air flows strangely.
The world sits in segmented factions of dream and concrete places and things.
For example: we acknowledge the existence of our dreams as items or places or experiences that definitively shape us and definitely exist. It is the where and the how that we called into question. The opposite coin is the concrete thing, it is a different side, the tangibles are definite. The meaning of an object, the spirit of a place is shaped in the dreams and ideas, the inclinations we have of that place. The segments are sandwiched together. They overlap somehow. How?
We could organize like a Prayer beginning on the inside. The framework of a dream begins with the ideas and the personality. It is a psychological offloading. But that is the mechanical process rather than the actual thing.
1/13/13
Detritus
detritus 1
Every lightbulb is an individual's opportunity to actually predict the future.
detritus 2
I put my ear up to a small, invisible tin can that was definitely connected to the mouth of a babbling magician.
detritus 3
Chamelions
Dryers
Sleeping, not sleeping
Starving: saved by Cowboy
detritus 4
Maybe when nature takes its course they'll twine their little succors around your lovely head and sing to your ancestors.
detritus 5
paint chips: all better now
Every lightbulb is an individual's opportunity to actually predict the future.
detritus 2
I put my ear up to a small, invisible tin can that was definitely connected to the mouth of a babbling magician.
detritus 3
Chamelions
Dryers
Sleeping, not sleeping
Starving: saved by Cowboy
detritus 4
Maybe when nature takes its course they'll twine their little succors around your lovely head and sing to your ancestors.
detritus 5
paint chips: all better now
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