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1. the shapes we take for badminton the best damn physical activity through which we know how to live without ever once opening the mouth to let the vibratory event forth (here come a wave (here come the physical effect to know an attack dog feel like like too good a time at least they’re listening to the vibratory effect to the plates spinning on the pole tops at least they’re glistening punch bowls full of punch hands full of punch face full of punch wrestling in the lamp light confounded back into the punch bowl the ride getting out of here so this is it ; so this is it the train schedule my schedule is off ten minutes was never written down informative as a means of derivation to dally on a study guide on how to dally awhile while the average moves toward the door the average daily means confused in the air between T bond or bag confounded in the act relative to the stubby ness of the relative stubs of your fingers the relative- ly stub- ble of your face the relative pieces, as you know I mentioned to you angels fear locks, bagels 2. not quite standing on the table “are you going to pay me for it” “yes lots” LOTS! “I don’t have a cover ; I have a spine!” underground for the Hong Kong Police so why are there birds? your birds the toad is the ugliest of amphibians” even when eaten by your birds let’s go; the story is surprising! to cover the evidence , mucking around 3. who cares if we’re missing the incised point near the pot roast lost in the rain which evidently gets me wet to lick a sore spot to make a spot we tter “we’ve gotten back to the original” THE AURA, but it’s only a bagel (hidden in the picture frame an exuberant first touch an accidental convergence of finger prints if you dust my fingertips will it reveal your fingertips rubbing off each other the muted way we touch 4. clapping to carry on because the silence even if it’s not feels like silence even if the radio’s on & cars push the air again in a sigh knowing from here in its past that the future will be a better place for clapping to carry on the comfortable space we didn’t even leave behind to carry on the passing sound the movie magic that we found in the bottom freezer iced to a box of freezi-pops and the celery that we can’t even begin to understand how it would have gotten there to understand the reason is to understand all reason gotten there, drooped & brooding in a home appliance (there’s no room for shadows in the sink) 5. in the distance a sun exists as if to say “there’s another reason to wear dark glasses other than to hide the color of your eyes or the eyes of the man I buy the paper from ( it’s the importance of being down so we are or are not depending on which fill our socks & a quote worth saving) even if the papers are actually stacked on a table in the distance for free & I never even buy the paper from the dime store counter of a distant garment removal in the living room district intent on loosening the skin from our tomes like a city passed the idea phase but before the time of the great geographic importance 6. here are the answers: trying to hairdry a bad lie which does so under the sleeper sofa a real small bit of magic or something otherwise sprinkled over his reflection so the cutting hides under the clumps of cut hair a give away of large of larger chunks of negative tape loops: over my very head passing out, a larger hunk dinner with the trucker in the diner some antidote! some authority! the pipeline! only so much room in a bursting trial balloon tapped to continue bursting! 7. the trout is a bit trouty but quite good ash goes in the throat sometimes lying around the hotel break in in the break room to make it past the trial stage so you’re the gentleman in the room, sir the stove turns even if on Mike fried to not get eggs gassy in the dark mistaken for a shorter man then you’d get a later start when the sun rises later above the heads of taller men so spend more time washing the cutting board in the dark since the light only reminds you of how her tongue jumps when you laugh only when the adventure reaches a safe stopping point away from rolling boulders & rolling secret fast talk “I’m a little unsteady” “who isn’t” pulling away & then back again pulling away & then back again there’s only one bed that’s a good omen, don’t you think |
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