ice.
in the familiar, see through vehicle for other-than itself. on half a tank. on quarter. even full. the listless trans(portation). leavening. the mind ex(tender). legal and lethal or just sit still why don't you.
overtake as overtone as over my lone protective inkling. are you dressed to frame in frame. the locust as inhabitant of plague. tantamount to a vocabulary not used.
her words were adjectives: edifying.
her words were adjectives: crestfallen.
why though were we all
(so warm).
why are we now that.
questions require punctuation yes.
questions require punctuation no.
thunder as though ravenous concludes with a ravine.
also there was snow.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Monday, December 3, 2007
Noun that I've been watching (7)
Etching.
Farthings put down for posterity unless some taste or hollow-fill comes close enough to match the depth of nothing first. You are my homonym, my only . . .
Temperate night light wind shrill to fathom better daylight. Still got fuel before morning. Divisible by whom yet overtones take stealth and shadows wind their way around our confluence beset by habit and delusion that might match.
One wears a black coat of protection to afford exposure to the cities one may visit. Found spatulas still function. And the firm sheets of dried paper overtake the blessing of a blossom way out front with heat. Metonymy shortlisted for the dapper prize emits a sigh of flight. Whose Robert might be coveted under duress of a moonlight traced to god the short.
A rose embedded in the outline of the earth includes a feather minuet guessed open by the power of an overlay. She wept with me. It was a thing to note while blossoming.
Charisma fared better than core belief. Springtime would appear against predestination. Yarn and spores and ratcheting up swerve distance forbearance and the tease of tundra shifting to the north, albeit sealed by depth. Perceived.
Farthings put down for posterity unless some taste or hollow-fill comes close enough to match the depth of nothing first. You are my homonym, my only . . .
Temperate night light wind shrill to fathom better daylight. Still got fuel before morning. Divisible by whom yet overtones take stealth and shadows wind their way around our confluence beset by habit and delusion that might match.
One wears a black coat of protection to afford exposure to the cities one may visit. Found spatulas still function. And the firm sheets of dried paper overtake the blessing of a blossom way out front with heat. Metonymy shortlisted for the dapper prize emits a sigh of flight. Whose Robert might be coveted under duress of a moonlight traced to god the short.
A rose embedded in the outline of the earth includes a feather minuet guessed open by the power of an overlay. She wept with me. It was a thing to note while blossoming.
Charisma fared better than core belief. Springtime would appear against predestination. Yarn and spores and ratcheting up swerve distance forbearance and the tease of tundra shifting to the north, albeit sealed by depth. Perceived.
jukka-pekka kervinen & jim leftwich
ounce 46
furnish plasma splinter gentle northern
report crepe reuse milieu frolic
mallet froth refuse crippled duplex
supple dipper biped drape lapse
drips lobes petals dapper summit
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Noun that I've been watching (6)
post.
quiet outward only a kind of supple
river. embedded punctuation
in a skin its own stretched
to capture. what feeling
transitive. transparent.
undergirded yes perhaps.
and there are run time issues.
host. lopsided penury intact
in fact.
the deeper folds within these roses.
how it felt.
perfumed when read. when written.
otherwise.
elapsed and folk sung surely.
at an early hour.
the daily bread.
quiet outward only a kind of supple
river. embedded punctuation
in a skin its own stretched
to capture. what feeling
transitive. transparent.
undergirded yes perhaps.
and there are run time issues.
host. lopsided penury intact
in fact.
the deeper folds within these roses.
how it felt.
perfumed when read. when written.
otherwise.
elapsed and folk sung surely.
at an early hour.
the daily bread.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Noun that I've been watching (5)
chalice.
shine as much as hold as much as cup. the language and location on location. satisfied conflicting values. play text against play pen. in a moment every nice expression will collide with sensory indebtedness. things don't have to have brute force. equally things do not need to have been savored. nor does the decibel indulgence morph into the fingering for C that's top of range.
priest hold ought to be a move in martial arts. paternity is whittled down to two emblazoned by the treble clef. the daylight hastens claims the predator. the time to ride is now a little to the north. a little to the west of how we activate our supplicative mechanisms dolts the trained eye into soldierly behavior that awaits a treat. flavors define our best belittling. norms waste away when they are averaged out.
we taught our son, she said, to be effective. we taught our son to ruminate. we taught our son to live apart from sequel status. we taught him to remove the junior from his name. we taught our son he was more worthy than our overtime. . .
last night dreamed fleshing out the syllables in hope of making a new word. the same-stretch blackboard might accommodate a herd of white bed roses. or of after hockey sleep. or headphones synonymous with contraception. who calls himself composer anymore?
shine as much as hold as much as cup. the language and location on location. satisfied conflicting values. play text against play pen. in a moment every nice expression will collide with sensory indebtedness. things don't have to have brute force. equally things do not need to have been savored. nor does the decibel indulgence morph into the fingering for C that's top of range.
priest hold ought to be a move in martial arts. paternity is whittled down to two emblazoned by the treble clef. the daylight hastens claims the predator. the time to ride is now a little to the north. a little to the west of how we activate our supplicative mechanisms dolts the trained eye into soldierly behavior that awaits a treat. flavors define our best belittling. norms waste away when they are averaged out.
we taught our son, she said, to be effective. we taught our son to ruminate. we taught our son to live apart from sequel status. we taught him to remove the junior from his name. we taught our son he was more worthy than our overtime. . .
last night dreamed fleshing out the syllables in hope of making a new word. the same-stretch blackboard might accommodate a herd of white bed roses. or of after hockey sleep. or headphones synonymous with contraception. who calls himself composer anymore?
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