2/28/13
2/13/13
In spring, sweep the dirt to the corners of the room, where a wounded animal will drag itself and rest, hiding from you until it can recover and lash out. This is a motivation for the broom.
Also in spring, your idea of a mountain experiences a snow melt, which streams populate, eroding into pathways for you to climb.
If you think of these things when you drag your butt across the carpet and leave a small mark, you are by my estimation self-aggrandizing.
Don't say the first thing that you are thinking. Do not say the second thing.
Do not lay a knapsack at my feet and instruct me how to arrange the contents. Your language is guttural and it scares me when you talk. Out, vagabond!
Also in spring, your idea of a mountain experiences a snow melt, which streams populate, eroding into pathways for you to climb.
If you think of these things when you drag your butt across the carpet and leave a small mark, you are by my estimation self-aggrandizing.
Don't say the first thing that you are thinking. Do not say the second thing.
Do not lay a knapsack at my feet and instruct me how to arrange the contents. Your language is guttural and it scares me when you talk. Out, vagabond!
2/10/13
broadcasting
If you are thinking about fishermen, you are wrong.
Tiny smelt do not fly through the air toward aerials. They do not want to sing you songs. Smelt are fish that do not have emotions that you will be able to discern. They may be slightly tasty if you dip them in tartar sauce.
However, notice please that if you overcook them, there will be no saving them. They must be slightly soft in order to be pleasurable. Otherwise, your guests may be talking animatedly about your pending divorce behind your back.
No, no. Instead, you should be thinking of old men speaking into overlarge microphones about current events such as politics or, more plausibly, local happenings. Do not think about their ear hair because you will laugh and that will be impolite. Shush.
If somebody chastises you for being impolite, that will be your just desert. Consider the impact you are having on people, for a change.
Unspool your intestines if it please her so. We will take it into consideration.
[edited:]
We should be taking your wrong politics as current thinking.
Please, slightly animatedly dip your ear toward the impact you are having on people.
Change your people, change and consider. Overcook, change old men.
No saving them (you will be able to discern)? They must be thinking of you.
Your desert. Consideration.
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blast blast blast
sis boom bah
Tiny smelt do not fly through the air toward aerials. They do not want to sing you songs. Smelt are fish that do not have emotions that you will be able to discern. They may be slightly tasty if you dip them in tartar sauce.
However, notice please that if you overcook them, there will be no saving them. They must be slightly soft in order to be pleasurable. Otherwise, your guests may be talking animatedly about your pending divorce behind your back.
No, no. Instead, you should be thinking of old men speaking into overlarge microphones about current events such as politics or, more plausibly, local happenings. Do not think about their ear hair because you will laugh and that will be impolite. Shush.
If somebody chastises you for being impolite, that will be your just desert. Consider the impact you are having on people, for a change.
Unspool your intestines if it please her so. We will take it into consideration.
[edited:]
We should be taking your wrong politics as current thinking.
Please, slightly animatedly dip your ear toward the impact you are having on people.
Change your people, change and consider. Overcook, change old men.
No saving them (you will be able to discern)? They must be thinking of you.
Your desert. Consideration.
[/edited]
blast blast blast
sis boom bah
peroxide
When dabbing peroxide onto a cotton swab, it is important to only tilt the bottle slightly (especially if it is a new bottle of peroxide) to avoid spillage. Do not get peroxide on mother's purple rug. It is a thing we use to nurture your cuts. Do not pour peroxide into your throat please.
It will ruin it.
It will ruin it.
1/21/13
hungry
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]
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]
1/14/13
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.
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