Pat was this woman

Pat was this woman I knew I asked for a date. I knocked at her door she invited me in she offered me a seat on a long sofa . I sat nursing a beer while she did her toilet. I was nervous. I had another beer, she looked better than she did before. I had another beer, she was a decade older, I was a novice, she sat close to me on that sofa. I took off my shoes and stretched out on the couch. She was at ease. My cock stirred beneath my pants it was stiffening she noticed her hand descended slowly in that direction she knew the meaning of erection she rubbed and buffed like she was working with steel it felt good. Aching I asked her to quit awhile she complied. I was weak I kissed her lips they tasted of honey I wanted to eat her. She knew and guided me by the hand bedroombound. She slipped out of this black silk pantsuit I was excited I stripped fast her body was a delight to the eye and the touch she was a god.

Sherbrooke

our young hungry mouth's waiting,the family order was taken the process begun the division of chicken in the kitchen old cooks and carvers they sorting our halves and quarters plates full with golden brown french fries steaming pungent sauce thick as molassess toasted buns with butter what a feast for the long lost hardy eyes. I can see now the plates stacked up high on waitress arms heavy with fowl steam rising to ceiling a gift to the gods the place aromatic with heavenly spice that sang to young nostrils.

Tropic of Jives

Efra deloused Caulker with a wire brush and a bottle of Jives, wrapped him in swaddling cloth and laid him to bed. He pulled the bed linen over his head, tucking in the corners to ensure a good swaddle and sleeve. A jaundice moon cowered the sky, a no-man’s-land, the tropic of parasite; shit sandwiches and false rumours, Efra lost in the vacancy of his thoughts, his hat pulled down over his eyes, two black diamonds cut in halves, Caulker wrapped in swaddling, a gibbous moon sick with junk.

Waking

Did you not know, when the hill
rolled up out of the fog like a monster ship
or was it an iceberg? anyway,
harbinger of disaster. Did you not know?
Did you not see the rivers streaming down her flanks
as she breached, jaws opening on the world—
cavernous throat lit by strange interior suns—
did you not see rough lurching?
Did you feel time unraveling underfoot,
clocks running backward, words following echoes,
work undone, pictures restored to virgin white?
Did you feel nothing?

Waken into a changed world. Set your clock
by the sun: climb the hill to watch for moonrise.
Learn to live on unsteady ground. See the fog
burning gold in the morning when you wake.

The Further Adventures of Nothing at All

abject thunder mixed with cruel warnings spell Fu Manchu in green underpants. this is dismal, saith Fu Manchu. the green is less than green of eyes, or the speed with which lightning dots out eyes. green underpants for the sinister scowling pumping machine in evil's quest. yet minions abroad allow for no restitution or calm change. well this must be dealt with, said Fu Manchu implacably, dilating on the terms of expecting a world at his feet. what artist could he be in the end, trying to outlast green underpants? suddenly the door flies open. Nayland-Smith and Petrie, guns in one hand (for both of them) and electric torches in the other (likewise both). we have found you in your lair!!! said Nayland-Smith, with steely grey eyes determined to see the thing thru. you see my green underpants! shrieked Fu Manchu, as would you, naked skinny legs. keep a bead on him, Petrie, said Nayland-Smith grandly. and so the thunder and lightning crackled and thumped in the newsy air. fraught moment lingered... lingered... lingered... (wait for it)... lingered... trial balloons associated with progress, Bill Gates (self-taught evil) talks to mountains, Nordic skies on a snowy lump of earth.... inexorable days pass, exorable ones pass, winter turns to spring, spring exacts blossoms, blossoms make apples... now wait a second, said Fu Manchu (the enchanter of evil), apples as green as underpants (it makes him think)... tempus fugit, all by itself... this is England and civilization to save, barked Nayland-Smith, "Mrs Brown you've got a lovely daughter", hummed Petrie with skittish delight. tall like a piece of ice, the diabolical doctor shivers. his green underpants are a warren of self-doubt. can the world be, um, conquered? he wonders in his weakness. rains lasts until it stops. dank London implementation of climatic conditions clutter the spellbound. I still have a bead on him, sputters Petrie. Nayland-Smith fumbles for his pipe. there's dottle in the bowl, which he expertly removes. dottle, pah! says Nayland-Smith. Dr Fu Manchu considers the chemical possibilities of dottle mixed with alchemical wonders, with evil as an antidote to the current situation. dire wind sounds the same old day. and when the day is done, more news, more wet news...

deliberalogies' pe-hyseont

also the zufa, atufa in velligstein is only the necessary
approached on a more’s distant whey

dona
also the zufa

atufa mach sheened ice
bach blown by cold in sert
brew talis max minne bach mach bach more’s

two oxen mirrored squid tank
2ox

atufa for the floating mach
bach more’s distant whey
moor oxygen oxen floating ox atufa

dona zufa
dona sert sheen eddied
quasisquid's frogmeant-um

oxygentle max
minne bach cold blown atufa
cold cold blown approached on approached by also

zufa the necessary velligstein
dona approached by leg two oxen floating
the whey leg floating zufa dona sert necessary

ox leg floating atufa
zufa 2ox sert sheened also bach
by cold distant whey
oozer by leg oxygentle limit way

dona zufa atufa "wurgle"
by two &.. 18
mach sheened the floating in velligstein

cold blown moor’s way
peen bobbling two oxen bloch

tufa floating leg oxen
ox leg oxygentle chidder bye
litter dammand

limit by auto-contour
ingrown by zufa outgrown by cold
blown moor’s atufa

warm hosting bobbling
two oxen hostile fourista
cold by cold atufa warm hosting tear

peen stay
brew talis mont
font blue tear atufa
sotto tunnel della lept

onychotes
mine bloch feery los
oozer by max mux 09)
thinne by leg’s moor oxygen whey
hosting tear atufa mine by zufa
2 gas burl pelage

piddly program fudge
proto storage atufa
porridge

breadhands fundamental topos
dismaybee

nay moor calc uloni

Stein slew

Stein slew a murder of crows with a tinker’s awl; quill-bone-curd-nebs and a Moyer's-lamb: damnably murderous good fun, not a dry eye in the house, nary a gluepot Johnston or Coe. I espied him on his jaunty-jaunt home, bevel-rake slung over rookery, a pissery of thistle and cock. He has the empting, so they say; a tincture of all-muck; poor sod, a damn fine fellow, though a sad-sack with the willows. He’d be a cheery cunt were you to offer-up a Guinness, roe-eggs on biscuits and a ball of elms-horn and banter, for the digestion and settle. Why’d you slew the murder with tinker’s awl? Because they weren’t to stop caw-cawing so I finished ‘em off, feathers bone-curd and quill, and a wee tincture of Johnston or Coe, damnably murderous good fun, nary a dry eye in the house, nor a Moyer’s-lamb gluepot or tinker’s awl.

I cannot remember dying

as i grow up and lose
another grey harr
owing ex period since
i cannot r.e.m embers dying
as i grow up and loo-
zzz
on the toilet seat.

Happy numbers!

Happy numbers

The word happy number is used to express lack of purpose
cause, order, or predictability in non-scientific parlance
Happy number is different from probability distribution
because to say that a lucky prime is happy number
means that the lucky prime follows a probability distribution. Probability distribution on the other hand implies that there is no such determinable probability distribution for the lucky prime as in a list of online resources for generating crypto-strength happy numberness

How to generate high-quality true happy numberness by hand?
With a great happy number number generator archive of Usenet posts on testing happy numberness.
Or by having the fundamental scientific knowledge of happy number probability distribution

Face In The Night

  

is Wink Martindale still alive?

I wanna go to the Hon-keeeeeee wink…hahahahaha!
because we’ve forgotten that Will Ferrel
technically sucks

However they put it
the Democrat approach in Iraq
comes down to this:
think like a Fecal Terrorist Squad,
win prizes

Nancy in Detroit Says:
November 1st, 2006 at 8:51 am.
I actually know one entire Republicant
attacking civilians with rockets

Hardy intellengce= intelligence
looking for a picture from the Observer
of the dump truck crashing into
terrorist group from Southern California

approved by the press, Elvis is here
to dump water on the
many liberals in Muslim countries

SWANKY BvTCH MODE
DOES MY BvTCH WnNK?
slinks chimp # bash winks #
loose bossed boats # veal chain
half task # sate slits hook #
name fish # dumb melt hatch
cast # peed tar dump # nail ...

WOKE UP AS MY TOAD KLINGONS
DUMP WEB DUMP KLINGON WORF
QUESTION LOCK Jam has been inflicted

Yo toad is like nintendos rject
and every girl i knwo loves toad
you wana know y cause they feal
"Bunghole in aisle three"

We give each other a sly nod over the fence,
a wink, and then crank our
Drunk Pie and Apple Chunk

I would advise Toad not to wink at his witnesses

the incompressible shuffles into place

substituting one day for the next remaining attempt to emerge from the next gesture skip diety made entirely of language, to the next lucking instant justification graveyard, like content, like everything else, like give me an epic, like another battle dream beach distance, another metaphor without preemptive assumptions.

we are through and the matter is time, is material substance, is too many free radicals, a consequence for contemporary rethinking, but what account accounts, indexes rational skips to the next gesture stale regime.

I want to believe in conclusion forest, in an ascendent transmission, but the pain remains, the places visited remain, a reverse placebo reverses reason that never was, because incessant dread, snaps cool, captures remains doing the same.


Kari Edwards

New Hampshire

buttfucking is legal in New Hampshire
beer is cheap
and all the license plates say Live Free or Die
and every day several people die
from not being adequately free

people rarely kill each other in New Hampshire
but sometimes they smack each other's faces
and put political signs all over their lawns
which causes the grass to turn black
with early winter

Dearie,

20061105

a beat attitude
towards beatitude
a be attitude, coming
be, attitude becoming
beat, becoming-beatitude
of a becoming-pome,
of prose potry, hos pomes
in that order, that is to say
prose before hos, potry
before pomes but only as to
come after the hos pomes
which is different yet the same
as prose potry, a difference
inducing repetition of dentals, plosives.

Hisinger and Berzelius Taking Hold of a Cerite,

[after the planet Ceres]

Downward into opal and Opalia;
convivia, Opiconsivia..


THE~
whynd blecked the hivery murred to
webble lemma atta, billing chayne by
boor looped treble, base lest a bode
tallwhating by accursed adder multi-
ply

THE~
whynd blecked the hivery murred to
hebble lamma itta, balling choorn by
gur lapped table, bliss lost a bide
tail gutting by abraiding ladder ulti-
matter

THE~
whynd blecked the hivery murred to
vessel armurmura adz, vaulting afta
ab sorb so sorb sent orbs obsoleta
theta indoon be letted to adure an
adolent

for warding /numen//

pod wash
pod wash

thou be put azeen
azeen be thou puttering
putter

putter proud pewter
in a danning-pules agio

tree-translated

lest agreved wex
or waxling's heavingel

broad shoulder'd buolder gnash
gazelle the aiming nought

not whynd

or blecked by chauncing the boke
or chapping into anguishous by hush
in annealing arears by whych the threedled
and articulate artifice ascribes anaunter

the aret

attaint in ylus babblement

//

backbite the bag
and hiffle the beachy banquet's
gross eye-beam's
bedaw

peradventure's miss chiff
befall hymn hurting
hurtling bejade
the glean leaf's leaving
besay

swan
by
block bewrayer
beware!

the blaze of charity should dye a wene
and bouge buck rains

luxury's brute shadow

haiku hike - london - all welcome!

The Renewability Haiku Hike
The "Renewability Haiku Hike" will take place on Saturday and Sunday, November 18th and 19th 2006. On Saturday 18th, there will be a Haiku Workshop and on Sunday 19th a walk around the London 2012 Olympic site. All welcome to one or both these events. Booking required: please book with Vicky Coakley contact details here.

On Saturday, 18th November, there will be a Haiku Poetry workshop at the Hind Grove Community Base (near the junction of Hind Grove and Stainsby Road). This will be lead by Paul Conneally, and will last from 2pm to 5pm. The hike will take place on Sunday 19th November from 2pm and will take at least an hour, possibly two. During the walk, participants will be encouraged to take photographs. Haiku poetry can then be attached to some of the images. At the end of walk, the images and haiku poems will be collected, and later published on the website.

"The Renewability Haiku Hike" will be suitable for most people, but there are steps in places. The walk will be along the tow path of the River Lea Navigation in the East End of London, which is being transformed for the London Olympics 2012.
The walk will start and end at House Mill. The River Lea Tidal Mill Trust will open their cafe for refreshments on the day.

The Renewability Participants
Tomomi Iguchi
Matthew Dalziel and Louise Scullion
John Kennedy
Simos Yannas
Paul Conneally
Alexei Blinov

Partners in the project are:
Citizens Environmental Foundation, Kyoto
Field Society, Kyoto
Honen-in Temple, Kyoto
Toyota City Cultural Promotion Foundation
Lansbury Voices
Crossovers UK
East End Flowers
Lea Rivers Trust
River Lea Tidal Mill Trust

6penned: Thats the 6th Openned reading, come!

notes from the trial -- worst. testimony. ever.

ALL THE AIR SUCKED OUT OF THE ROOM.
YOU WAKE ME UP WHEN THERE'S SOMETHING I NEED TO SEE.

depth of vision depth of water depth of reflective surface depth of content depth of magnetic field depth of appeal depth of tonality depth of impression depth of forest depth of terminal debilitation depth of carpet depth of inkstain depth of hypertension depth of bullshit depth of bootheel print depth of vaulting depth of height depth of kitten depth of houseboat depth of depth of reach depth of breakfast depth of renunciation depth of corporate malfeasance depth of indicators depth of investigation depth of application depth of auditing control depth of Boolean searching functionality depth of angle depth of depth depth of zone depth of mobile telephone depth of witness stand depth of depth-on-a-stick depth of randomness depth of you’re wasting my time depth of personal devotion to astral avocation depth of attorneys’ line of questioning depth of width depth of chivalry depth of notion depth of respect depth of ignominy depth of walking around depth of tell me another one, fat man depth of staying awake depth of narrative depth of ennui depth of house depth of percentage depth of falling away depth of accounting best practices depth of chance operations depth of hear the gila monster sing what is his message to you? depth of the minimum wage worker depth of lands outside imagination depth of signal depth of assaultive orientation depth of cycle depth of steerage depth of alphanumeric systems depth of struggle depth of dopey depth of Internal Revenue Service seizure of all relevant financial documents depth of Toledo depth of Pancho the Wonder Gerbil depth of rocket trajectory depth of due process depth of Muslim Fundamentalism depth of how at the end of the day can you live with yourself knowing what you have witnessed of this crime? depth of anchovy loaf depth of 24-hour service restaurants in the greater metro area depth of the sewer’s backed up again depth of my initials depth of interior humor depth of form depth of sounds higher than a normal human ear can detect depth of emphasis depth of how much longer? depth of meat market depth of current affairs you lose track of depth of ‘just rain’ depth of adjourn this bad boy early depth of a glance behind and we saw the water rising depth of library fines depth of hallucination depth of this day’s dog is nearly hung depth of wide wide wide flows the muddy Wasatch to the sea depth of capability depth of truth-statements depth of standing depth of highlight depth of watch this, the clock is still running.

9/15/06

Not Lucid In Any Manner: The Entrainment Transformation Principle

epi. epi. syn sign taxy.
epitaxy. epic taxonomy.

monolithic cinema.

mons of sign mother.

in a mons. of a mons.

sin mother. syne moth re:

senessence.
synessense.

Term:

Firstly, Language is not. But it is provisional.
When it is not provisional, then it becomes an entrainment.

Entrainment exists in nature in a variety of forms.
Geese migration patterns being a common example.

Found:

A physics phenomenon of resonance, first observed in the 17th century, has an effect on all of us. Entrainment is defined as the tendency for two oscillating bodies to lock into phase so that they vibrate in harmony. It is also defined as a synchronization of two or more rhythmic cycles. The principle of entrainment is universal, appearing in chemistry, pharmacology, biology, medicine, psychology, sociology, astronomy, architecture and more. The classic example shows individual pulsing heart muscle cells. When they are brought close together, they begin pulsing in synchrony. Another example of the entrainment effect is women who live in the same household often find that their menstrual cycles will coincide.

Literature:

The word is a kind of propaganda of entrainment.
Narrative is like a columnar focusing stream which
sets the limits and the boundaries. "Here, just follow
the dotted lines." In a lot of situations there aren't
any need for dotted lines, and the dotted line has
become a tyranny. A tyranny of the banal. A tyranny
of the forms of discourse. A tyranny of genre. All
these tyrannies add up to filtering out the natural
creativity of the human mind, because instead of
a culture of creation, we have created a culture
of protocols. Even within Democracy, there exists
a fascism of the protocol. Some people have been
able to tweak the existent contexts so as create
a space where they can redefine the protocols to
suit their purposes, while the rest of us must
suffer with the gag and reflex of entrainment's
organic embodiment. Nobody in the world is concerned
with this. What they are after is a way to use their own
understanding of protocol as 'right behavior' and
proper protocol to gain the things they desire.
Nobody questions this at all. Even in art. Art can only
succeed unless it can be encoded into a language which
makes sense of standard entrainment faculties, hence
"The Artist's Statement" which gives the poor protocol
victim some cookie to cling to in the oblivion of the
productions of the individual mind, which is, as hard
as it to realize, something like its own universe,
unless it has become nothing more than a protocol
policeman which many minds are.

Even this text is merely an example of a certain
specie of entrainment [entertainment]. It is a fiction.
Do you believe in fiction?
Reality is a fiction because it uses the dotted
lines of existing protocols to navigate its domain.

Diogenes points to a new type of animal.
The homeless also point to this in an abject way.

There are other ways for us to live.

Our total social universe is quite arbitrary.

At the root of all the great conferences on
social theory, this is essentially the message.

How come everybody locks themselves away?

Because horror is just around the corner.
It's not pleasant to discover this.

Just k'idding. It's not really like that at all.

:)

each~ all (okay~ then)

ocean’s riddle: water, water, ‘where
un-net-able my friends

(you see)
& gesture his artiste

stiffs sport viper
harm fret & padded cell

electronic prawn
tap it’s not
thinks rumba manoeuvre

its extreme rap
sound tempted to believe

wetland effort
drizzles ogle the

slash
salve the label

flame meeee alight
out of lift

orbit & faint
heard

ecstasy etched at
each all right second

A collaboration with... R. Wagemans

I need poetry,
this magic that burns
the heaviness of the words.
Alda Merini

Metamorphosis

Come, love: dive with me
into the well of silence. Eel-like,
entwined, we’ll seek the dark.
Pioneers of lightless new metropoli
eyeless, finned and sinous,
we’ll know the ocean’s currents within and without
with new senses, neither taste nor touch.

Already the transformation begins:
people go by in groups
stop and turn as one—
wet raincoats flashing in the light—
slip past and vanish.
Trees toss in slow-motion
while unseen surf thunders overhead.
At the corner a ragged man
with the mad blind stare of an ancient sturgeon
mutters: “Watch for sharks.”

We were ever drifters. Call me jetsam.
Call me homeless, plankton, glass-shelled diatom,
larval oyster, alien, sargasso eel, transient,
microscopic citizen of a different kingdom.
Monstrous adulthood approaches:
time to colonize, set down some byssae
or learn to swim.

La parade (3)

chez mes parents on vivait dans une grande maison bourgeoise toute délabrée, tellement froide en hiver qu'on devait mettre des gants et des cache-nez ce qui n'était vraiment pas pratique pour mon père saxophoniste et ma mère chanteuse de rue. Les jours d'averse , la pluie battait le rythme dans de grandes bassines que l'on disposait sous les béances du toit. Pour me réchauffer mon père me disait de battre le rythme en claquant des doigts. Ce que je faisais. On avait une grande chaudière à charbon en fonte peinte en rouge tapie dans la cave mais les murs était tellement peu épais et les fenêtres tellement disjointes que les jours de tempête on pouvait faire planer un cerf-volant sous le grand plafond du salon. On grimpait sur le toit par un trou où l'on avait installé un divan pour regarder les étoiles. Derrière la maison on avait pour jardin un terrain vague rempli d'orties et d'herbes folles, habité par un chat savant qui avait pour habitude d'observer les moindres faits et gestes des humains avec une attitude détachée et suffisante. Au bout du terrain vague vivait un couple de hippies dans un viel autocar wolkswagen rouillé aux roues enfoncées dans la terre depuis des siècles. Ils sentaient le moisi et la chèvre et attendaient la fin du monde ou un truc comme ça , je crois. En tout cas ils passaient leurs temps, hébétés, dans un grand nuage de fumée acre et soporifique. J'étais ami avec une de leurs filles. Lucy. Elle boitait ou plutôt elle sautillait parce qu'elle avait une jambe plus courte que l'autre. Quand je lui demandai pourquoi elle ne se soignait pas, elle me disait : c'était à cause du grand capitaliste. Enfin c'est ce que disait ses parents. Je savais pas qui était le grand capitaliste. Probablement une sorte de croquemitaine ou une espèce d'ogre, ça devait être pour ça que ses parents vivaient dans un autocar, a cause du grand capitaliste. Elle venait souvent à la maison pour écouter mes parents et leurs amis jouer de la musique. Elle préférait les soirs de panne de courant, à cause des bougies. On avait l'impression d'être dans une grotte aux fées et les soirs d'été tout les gens du quartier venaient écouter les jams accoudés aux grands fenêtres, la clope au bec, la binouse à la main, même le chat aussi était là écoutant d'un air détaché quasi blasé, se léchant une patte les yeux mis-clos. Un jour d'été, mes parents sont partis en tournée. Enfin une sorte de tournée, ils appelaient ça : la cavale. Je les ai attendu. Longtemps. Pendant ce temps, je continuai à vivre ma vie, je m'amusais à résoudre des opérations différentielles à cinquante inconnues pour passez le temps, tous les soirs je dénombrai les étoiles avec Lucy et le chat sur le divan du toit et on s'endormait là haut bercés par la douce chaleur des soirs d'étés. Puis l'hiver est venu et avec lui un homme en noir. Une sorte de grand capitaliste, mais qui s'appelait huissier d'injustice. Il a dit qu'il était là pour vider la maison. Il a dit aussi qu'il avait appelé des amis à lui et qu'ils allaient s'occuper de moi. Ses amis étaient bizarres. ils cachaient leurs corps maigres sous de longs imperméables noirs laissant saillir les angles aigus de leur ossature. Ils avaient des bras longs et leurs mains arrivaient à leurs genoux et des ongles noirs s'agitaient avidement aux bouts de doigts affreusement graciles. Leurs têtes disparaissaient dans l'ombre d'un grand chapeau noir et Il n'y avait guère que leurs longs nez de sorcières qui dépassaient dont les narines humides s'agitaient avidement comme la truffe d'un chien. Alors comme je me suis débattu, ils se sont occupé de moi. Ils avaient des bâtons. Et ils ont tapé. Ils tapaient sec. Tapé jusqu'à ce que je sente le goût poisseux du sang dans ma bouche. Après ils m'ont traîné dehors. Dehors il y avait le chat. Il avait les yeux mis clos, il était étalé dans une flaque de sang sur le trottoir. Son dos avait une forme bizarre. Comme les créneaux d'un château. Puis Ils m'ont emmené dans une grande fourgonnette noire avec une porte grillagée derrière. Il y avait déjà une dizaine d'autres enfants entassés contre la grille comme des chiens emmenés à la fourrière. Dans le terrain vague, l'autocar wolkswagen brûlait et envoyait des volutes de fumées noires qui laissaient des traînées d'encre de chine plus sombre que le ciel nocturne. Ils nous ont conduit dans une sorte de grande maison noire qui ressemblait à une usine où il été écrit sur le fronton : « Abandonne tout espoir toi qui pénètre ici ».

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century mark

yesterday was a green, temporal union, as I told Beth yesterday. the green is great, with the wings of anything in mind, but the days have closed to a certainty, a long winter of saying it's a long winter all right. but those are daze to slip under the breath of staying in tune. this nation of green beginning always always with the firm vocabulary of giving away. winter folds all present names into a stilling goodbye. we wish otherwise and let things stray. yet waiting in the love, the light, the very word, and how green can we organize? stinging basements of trying to lodge a homestead, curling wings of perplexed clouds, undulant waking day, and all, all, then I write a note to myself. I say, me and Beth live in this day, yesterday, and we have a piece of tomorrow too. green is a king and queen diamond setting. we have a child around and about, who we tell the clock to, because we cannot but. but that's not present or named, that's the ocean feeling poor. why poor? because its clock stays regularly owned, because we can only know time, not the lack of it. so what installs our best hope but to try a light year thru the ether. ether's great, we love its wholesome expanse. we'll stand in our nation, present stupid democrats to stupid republicans, then, wholly inspired, write our names in glue. glue really holds the words and pictures like a standing order for more beer, coffee and cold water. will we reach a poem of cool horizon? of course we will, and we are light. dodgy green is the inkling of diminishing season. our wills, uniting, stand out in our motion toward winter and that gaping. we married on the solstice, which is the best augmenting factor. we follow the lines.

Dance Beat Gameshark Codes

'Fed-Ex' Federline Has Dubious Future
"Let me have some! I want some!"

By Crom, I am way smarter than Sharon Stone,
I believe I've solved the riddle of my pants,

Kevin Federline plans to fight lindsay lohan
in bikini chased by paparazzi

Britney Baby mundo fall oops funny pavement crack drop,
uncovered 'documents' show Britney Spears' nuptials to be
David Weinberger's speech at the World Economic Forum

Kevin Federline is glad I refuse to look at britney
in fear that my nuts will fall off
(this is the sort of rhinoplasty surgery
a man does not want),
I'll simply say,'You do the math!

CSI YOUR ASS, Gonad the Barbarian,
Backstreet Boys and a rabbit named Pantagruel Are Gay!
'Oh no, Rob Lowe's face looks too tight!'

Britney Spears's very brief "weekend" husband
continues to yap away about her breakup
with K-Fag that is for sale,
She SO needs Shmuley from Shalom
in the Home...hahahaha ... Yawp Barbarian

Pluto Conjunction in Britney Spears
Upstages Midterm Election
or she just didn't want to be seen
with K-Fed after his Halloween performance

K-Fed Expert Says The Divorce Could Get Ugly
"No, you can't buy a Slurpee machine"

pass me that blue hat, the owner
baby, creative suicide, nanodrugs,
search deformity, enjoy this
moment because the next is going
to be hell, let your eyes adjust to
the light, six blue poppies, lost
its cluster, hidden even confused,
a nice little orange overall, mind
and symbol societies, blank bliss,
the uniqueness of hats department
of state, scheming freedom from
labour and stone, serous, sea-
parated, no value of any kind,
chaotic and homogeneous
expansive, inflationary theory,
the inflaton field, unjin miruk,
a singularity, quantum fuzz, a
single simple boundary condition,
a small orange fish, the ttang
tree, paper of a thousand years,
algae paper, without concern for
what lies beyond the page, deep-
seeded, they begin to wear straw
hats, the amended provisions,
preventive diplomacy, crime of
having ended, humanitarian
intervention, heap of worthless
writing, collage of profound,