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A strain against the freedom A test. A winter of soul lost in some summer by the sun. Hey. The history that kills the talk. Turing to turn to turn to turn to turn to turn to turn to turn to turn to turn. so frequent and so cold. . I'll be that thing. freezing and unreal. that cold machine. Yeah. A Turing test. Some edges. OK. take 1) I really understand that I'm excited: a smart bomb that goes off to loud music loudly. I've sinned in original syntax. I’m terrible at learning that.I. Diagnostics and proofs. you were probably right to lock in on the Canadian aspect. Punchcard pedantry. researching a link between boredom and a 3 speed bicycle with you. Prufrock (The Snowman From Up North. I appreciate it.
Interrogative: if it’s this one: If it's like 44 of the Brothers K. how it feels big. Nothing to begin. Waiting waiting waiting. the contours rust. with coaster brakes and maximum coldness. had to explain it that way just to make sense. . I’ve always wanted to ask the King: Anybody making good records again? I I I I love the love you keep. think these lines are in original syntax. Prufrock (I Have Charlie Brown Syndrome) My wall is elbow high and red for blue blankets. I think you’re drawing lines in the water. Talk is because it is. (unphatic) Are you looking for me? I can't tell.II. Oxidizing leaves me red faced and fingerprinted. The mantle of Atlas is now ponderous on the wall. Mad Libs for my girl. miss this feeling that returns unreturned.
isn't that the mystery? Pardon me. No joke: you’re not so don’t jump from the thing tomorrow! Don't you worry. you're a portable scorpion farm. . How does it entertain? Oh wow. Apparently I'm hugging the academy. So pardon my last few years.” (you left me like this) Sometimes I think humans love the new culture and its events. Don't I know about hiding your face from the best.III: India Lima Oscar Vector Echo Yankee Oscar Uniform Lady. I asked her out. you should have been followed by love. And I say “I OWE YOU SO MUCH. I’m pretty ordinary looking. No. I should have probably followed money. you worry. Finding myself burdened with a sad syntax. a crumpling inner collapse left me like this. No worries.
I'm comfortable being a Radiant Heart. meanwhile. were you awake? What were you thinking? Finishing that version of the discussion about how it’s never not possible to find someone whenever we don't care. sending post cards and showing no sexual prowess. I apologize for my chattery teeth. Awkward Moment With You) The next day: Last night was fun. Yet we're supposed to see. my life is collapsing manageably. You're fine while living alone.. The lesson deep in anything is Love and a sense that it’s practiced by intuition. .IV: Prufrock (Meridian: Uh Oh.. What. I apologize for being me a guy who played the “good old days” to a pedantic lexophile in her underpants I feel good and old fashioned while cuddling.
I’ll be around. My “real” keeps cutting out. lady. There’s no call-up I’d refuse.V: Apologeology: I Can Do Without The Bedrock/Prufrock Lady. it’s nice if you dream about being pre-programmed for meeting single dudes. Don’t I generate even small amount of humour? If you won't be in my myth then you won’t be in my reality. that was a gold star on the graph of the experiment that I am infinitely jealous of. I dream in jest You're a rare thing in this town and I’d bet on you again. as it were). (a portable scorpion farm) I feel the same way about failed loves at dinner. But you can call me. and sometimes I apologize for standing up. Just in case he doesn't get that you’re great. Don't be divisible by 6’s (hexed. . Now I feel like a robot powered by the promise 5pm. so zeroes. btw. My body decided I'm always fighting off sleep. weird. (ongoing) Oh. So ones. Isn't it hard? I'll posit: it’s a zen-like clarity of our obsession. I experiment.
I think of you a lot because you’re the thing. I felt sad at 4am. You Sing About It) Life is better backwards so says Kierkegaard. An amen. That sounds AMAZING.VI: Prufrock (In French. A hallelujah. Who else is down? And do they love your arms? . Oh yeah. let's do that. How it’s getting beautiful here. and some loves last that never were.
drones in their combs. A little leftover pasta A salad of tomato. a busy. A moment at the sink A glance at what they see A stab at the lightswitch To a bed never shared.On The Dreamlife Of The Apiarist The domain of the beekeeper is productivity perfected. wordless life where love lies in the dance and pollen is perfume. spinach A comfortable sofa To lose herself in TV. . On The Dreamlife Of The Pornographer A sturdy deadbolt A white front door A room with nobody To witness the repose.
And where was love? She was wearing pink Chanel. holding the fragments of hope in her hands.On The Dreamlife Of The American Dream You were Jack Ruby and my heart was Lee Harvey. .
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