from eight poem transmission
I can’t remember the truth so I must flail
so then, it was a holding, a cradling of feeling imparted,: I might as well have had my right hand in your left pocket
and my left hand in your right pocket. to think I forgot to look at your face for feedback. of all of the circumspect
thoughts, coming to and placing back in bedroom, during the night air pincer formation. so then the memoir got
lost for a year, or it got so lost as to circumnavigate through space and time. the automatic river flow, taken for
automatic, we were always searching for nooks to splay out on. here come great thinkers, measuring probable
decibel levels of thought. so the daydreams continued, so I didn't own a pair of roller skates or a skateboard, what
if I had? I heard phenomena were being renamed to further misunderstand them; in spite of the proximity, isolation
was running rampant. and a big game gets talked, just high on night fumes, night policies, previously obscured
humming, leaping into the great candor of bench sitting and jazz fueled wandering. neat wrapping uncoming, a
neat wrapping would burst and flood some poor guy's bathroom floor.
kitschy findings
, a digital glockenspiel is all out of data somewhere. folding all repute; A jingle collapses into poor use production.
sound down road, direction important as ever! Vinny! eyes. road. can't say about peach sauce now. a semblance of
focus, must be had.-. come here, a swift rise in soft bunny rabbit education. the best doctors are learning how to
hop for wellness. listen it's such a shame that you got here when you did, everybody forgave each other for mostly
everything, but since you are late... you have to liquidate your urgencies to accommodate for some sort of menial
task. How well can you lick a lollipop? Is there scholarship to be done on bumper-boats in the global south. And if I
told you all of the parachuters today went the opposite direction as normal? A LOUD HELICOPTER SOUND IS
WARPING OUR MINDS, oh wait wait wait, ok that's just tinnitus-- It's always just something. the plaque, the saying
on, the person described on it, the words; perfectly normal. perfectly normal is all. A MISHMASH OF CLASHING
WAVES WILL NEVER OVERCOME THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP, but poison will, the anime ends like that, sad.
isn't hooking a waft from the air considered to be sign of some sort? At the end of the day the boarding party
escapes with their lives, this is called something else to other people, depending on the people. MAYBE HER
COWARDICE IS REALLY A VIRTUE IF SHE WOULD OTHERWISE DO SOMETHING DIZZY, HUH, did you ever
think of that. forget all of the never ending saga, get the groove, and plan for a little break around 3 o'clock.
actioning mostly finished but :
: the limitations amuse me
: the time has come for taking full advantage of pins and needles
: self-imposed rules
: it has to be a surprise
: her imaginary friend is tiptoeing around the house and slamming car doors quiet
: boat tipping is fun, circumstance depending
: a daydream got delightfully in the way
: somehow, buzzkill shoe is on my foot!
: the bar was supposed to have an old timey auto piano and it doesn't
: toes across Pennsylvania have unionized
: actioning led to mental and physical fatigue
: I have to pee in all of the good moments
: there must be a marriage proposal
: our high noon's are definitionally drifting apart
: our friend alexander is having a horrible day
: joy is being rationed unwillingly
; a higher power sent my 3 buddies and I on a scavenger hunt
: the text referred to needing space
: we got distracted, are looking for books we hate to prevent wobbly tables
: a pinky promise from the third grade was just remembered and now must be kept
: the discussion turned to something yucky, and you need some time to yourself
: you can't move from where you are, the pillow needs to fill the hole in your stomach zone
: a brutalist building is being constructed and there is something concrete
: bingo
: someone else's life flashed before your eyes?
: one needs to have a good word for later use
: all of the document unfurled like a scroll
: you realized the list was endless, "mostly", being a subjective feeling
: tired of being taken places, you (!) just hopped out of a moving car and started walking
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