Sunday, October 20, 2024

Words Arranged As Thoughts Leaping Into The Air

 

This is all about the steady flow of perceptions the scrotum is a place of great decorum a neon fox flashing on and off in the Kansas night the walls are soft and the voice will not echo the cod are visible below the waves I will address the crowd from the balcony

If I shift my legs I can alter my perception of gravity I find warmth uplifting I turn the wheel with the gross willingness of the stalwart prose is thought poetry is vocabulary see if there’s a gun in the glove box is that prose or poetry maybe it’s neither maybe it’s both maybe it’s a kettledrum words are such beautiful comedians it was obvious the paragraph was sick and needed some vocal cords ever open a pop bottle that overflowed and got your fingers sticky those branches carry beautiful blossoms every time I get engrossed in Cézanne I grow pagan

There’s a sign up ahead I want to shoot we hardly know our own preferences in abstract matters I would like you to have my opinion of humankind it’s mostly conversations with strangers lines and angles and volumes and planes the thunderous spatula of convalescence a friend who goes to the store for a six-pack and returns with an ocean

One need only accept the sparkle of propagation fruits consequences facts the anomalous propagation of radar might be overly urbane why is pragmatism something that people settle for useless questions and metaphysical abstractions what we really want is the raw heat of the moment

The library felt palmy today and reciprocal I oiled my destination with romance I once felt clockwise about an elf that I created with my legs it’s not always easy to predict what a gas is going to do the perpendicularity of your vomit is odd the new idea is then adopted by a family of verbs what a hawk in a greenhouse sounds like is gut-wrenching coming out of a harmonica I would give a thousand horizons for a pearl of such beauty

Whatever happened to Cameran Diaz teary-eyed farewell bugs ever notice the words ‘write’ and ‘writhe’ are distinguished only by an ‘h’ and are semantically similar should one appreciate to its fullest the labor of bringing something new into the world words arranged as iridescent feathers thoughts leaping into the air like dogs catching sticks Cesarean cookies dusted with penicillin a prompt dereliction stimulating unkempt comparisons I feel heavy holding everything better to wander nude in a stationary store than stifle on a Greyhound tickling people creates interesting deformities

Here are some ways to think about thinking never marry an opinion to breathe is to interact with the air in the unlimited leisure of the wilderness discussion had been worn threadbare we returned to the theory of the breaststroke just to get us through the night nothing warms the legs like denim the all-enveloping air invites us to open our breath to the reality of ourselves oysters prior to a rebellion the hour coughs monkeys and the market scales are studded with consideration I have an array of chattering coupons and by that I mean the table upon which rests a thunderbolt of sonata ice

I’ve never seen the night look so black firm chewy candy and North American deer parade through my mind I can get by once I see the lettuce sparkle in the morning sun I do back dives in my sleep it feels stunning to leap blindly into space thinking generally occurs when you’re not looking sometimes it thunders in syllogisms molecules and ether the swans are exceptionally preternatural this year which proves the existence of pretzels pragmatism is a subtle crack in the argument with spin variables the actual universe is wide open any idea that will carry us from one part of our experience to any other part is like spiraling through space in dilations of beautiful rhetoric and reminds me of Amarillo 

 

 

 

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