Wednesday 17 June 2009
i-mash in nations
Your war cum.
Pier 1 Imports. It is soccer. It is soccer.
I have a sweet tooth
Marbelized walrus army on Laugh-In coffin knows a rainy tumor joggers delight,with wight grueling muses pooting farmboys
Lumber gagging bunny rapture's answering machine-like interstate endoscopy-or a cliffnote grinder maggot nipple
Grover's trope,a meme mote so bloated purple and funny, co-lost on me- genius hair tire's acerbic vomitorium
Bottlebee Marmutt raked grey hambuns in ragged glass-like convolescent urges, per fermented stinty clean yeast infected wasp lost marble...
Soubrette us soup rise, Per Hawiian voodoo state route Sandal would, ballast robot water . On.top. Of . Stone.mountain...now to walk back down
Ohmn
My bosses grandaddy wuz a forklift annie dipped,too.
Bolton Rd graf: for every jesus there must be a judas.Shurug
Chraughick Tryelle:smiles to-get-her ,Assumes someone: a niece's subtle seance sends nonchalant nuances- in Therift Stores
failure is the goal of conceptual writing about an hour ago
recolombine- 4ent PENTAGRAM supple mustard between flowers for cannons
Ben I'm conceptual at whitney so kiss my unicorn dick
Bugeye freon tea!!! Ownly buy yourcelf
S t a r b o a r d w o m e n f I n g e r s
Ours is a prolonged pinnacle,a sum of All,registering nothing, totally waiting to become the past,important chaos lacking contrast, root .
Afrozen Scittori
Dunot De'Liver Delicut Stough
Trancemission airies ministriseries
Questeon
Partnear
Tandy man you fact chore poor chemtrailed bacchus the bigfoot
Chew bach the cross tops a poppy coffin
Sonar parthenon tomboy source or sour soar,the sonorous add annoyed smells.
Partition ripples/b'tween deep.Feel the Crackin'.
Languid language. I'll listen malign,allies incognito.
The sponge wishes, the church staples, drain wet tape.
Change gold eyes.
Dutiful spoon fed,blue sky i think, topiary rote the snooze button,on pink clouds.
buttercup flouride quotidian punisher resists. Passable phalanx can it stir blow up buttercup?
Sanguine arsenals float four words, laughable chamber, chatterful manimal, ripped of his arm through the cage.
Linky stink the pooble answered candid paulif for christ's sake. Chew the noose
Possibly aqueous oxymorons toggle wallets and goggles. In warehouse hotbox cardboard rotten thoughts,that is.
Selective and personable,adjunct totalities tremble in a rather galiant resemblance to metnarrative-like epitaphs.
The cyclic chambered alphabet, enslaved to the numeric agency,has unencumbered a testimony of roman numerals as poetry.
Drunkin anarchic bugs bunny bullshit delight. To go,please.
Will Cotton's paintings are pretty darn...yummy.
Charitable & Pucker,and Tantamount At-At at the Bananas. Wall-eyed and Panzer Fastidious Lips,Carmelized the Panama Canal Zone. Wah she choo.
realizing Christian Bok might be my hero
Shirts are a commitment
I've been closing the gap, life,making art, disguised as an idiot- as a performance - now I can't recall when I started.
Du mogelst
After 500 yards,stay on the left lane.Turn right. Turn right.
Got a washing my sheen
There are suspicious people following me.
I drive market values down
Fine. I quit.
Massive acts by trembling men have historical tentacles.
Tear uh Tear duck Firma pay per Icon do it do we I Flew over and thru. Know you can from web. Medicated Heavysun.wrap without eyelids:dreA.M
Moon soaked cellophane drips documenta ellipses in the poppy rotten birth
Tony Hawk has never had an orgasm.
The subterfuge of antiquity bathes the rage of a lost portal's ambivalence
I think the sky is blue today
Dryer wives than Isis reclined in pantomimes,portmanteaus,viruses and red meat.
Poetry is never to be discovered recordings of silent film stars normal speaking voices
Sipping minutes on par's succinct laps of coffee paced thoughts.Lined up.
I done seen a dead armadillo on 78 where it goes an turns into memorial drive. it's true. Running sunny sink water and fingernails thru the day's purpose. Thru the hairy mediocre love that thins in Atlanta.
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ah,thanx for posting this.
ReplyDeletei will leave a comment in the form of a poemÖ
how to make something not art:
read redbutton hollowbody blues
like exile on mangle street
how to make something not art:
picture this as perfect then add thinner
strokes to fatten playing field
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essay on neoexpressionist in visceral
keyword like raw immediacy
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flip a switch until it hits a head
if off is on or wattage blown
how to make something not art:
life today is like a calculator
missing any numbers unsummed
how to make something not art:
get with the unknown unicorn
& pierce thru singularities
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wheatpaste recipe plus the walls
upon poster rolls a wrinkle
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attack the encyclopedia with scissors
sharpened beyond any angular page
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let the ghost go gathering
how to make something not art:
give the blog a boner