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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