What is a will to be well?
The incurable crisis of civilization
It's being transmitted from this yacht
It's the caressing action of fried oysters by their parents
In that redoubtable wood of monstrous circumstances.
Serves the presupposition of convincing our pupil, the horses in the seed machine, the old arcades of her past with a powdered wig, just as if the events were happening to him. On my belly I know the dead silently glow to the east before scrying dancing blue fishtail.
Her face again I realized I desired;
Neandertals dissected Fourierism.
--Chance text made by selecting random words from books
Oct 18, 2009
Oct 9, 2009
Oct 1, 2009
THIRD OWL NEBULA
The slick zygote moth
wades in and out of my tongue
the third owl nebula
a synthetic constellation of footprints
My space-station mouth
with a venomous sponge
from the dark ocean floor
where diamonds form in a hot minute
wades in and out of my tongue
the third owl nebula
a synthetic constellation of footprints
My space-station mouth
with a venomous sponge
from the dark ocean floor
where diamonds form in a hot minute
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