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visions watching that film - one of the houses reminds me so keenly of a recent photoshoot i felt uneasy over - there is a hidden camera in the wall... most likely hidden cameras in every wall, two skinny girls ricochet aint no walls, laws like gender... bender aunt dream i step into hallway saying mother... mother do you think they'll like this song oooh ah... i can't find her and put on a beret, sit on sofa with emilee as she teases me about my messy hair...i cook in the messy kitchen, i eat with pepsi and memory of her...
clean up, concerned over how expensive basic materials can be or become...i taxi to shop, turtle neck girl i look i look and she looks and we dance at looking and looking away until the cantonese woman slides up next to me examining q-tips, she is wearing a tee that reads most valuable player, very friendly, at least for a chinese woman... i say a few words in my choppy chinese and wave goodbye - i think about them both as i arrive to put away the haul but more in terms of why emilee wore a turtle neck in california and the series of t-shirts in recent post...
long ago gave up on hoping
to make a friend in this town.
skirt eats fancy trout -
it is raining as the power
line explodes and the lights
go out - i sigh, but it doesnt
take too long. i guess i;m
gearing up for new songs and
giving my readers a break
from from all the granting
although it is yet foremost
in my mind's worried eye...
i select a title and
commit changes.
5:18pm
5/23/24
friday. leaving the left over steak, i almond cupcake thinking about you know who... it takes me four hours to eat all the desire... i view sin takes a holiday, there is talk of putin possibly accepting a cease fire... they call him ironically a war lord...i dont understand the word unironically. worse: I2vrNsOmFLuPBLXJaT9g-1 at jpg or "FullsizeMugshotHandle" super size obituaries i log into x formerly twitter... flirt with the idea of a caleb carr post, son of lucien said the beatniks were not child friendly and they weren't i read alienest and thought it was all right. like an overnight stay in jail. penobscot bay pilot like an answer in riddle, carolyn overlock. i months late laundry... someone force me to write emails and do laundry... i dont nkow waht she meant, but it is none of my business... i simply wait for her even when she is right in the middle of my thoughts... miss grant goes to the door, eight minutes 1940s... i close-up her hand on screen place mine atop and somehow do not feel weird over it... these wires love infused with chaotic emotions i cut, hang wet sheets randomly the cat has trout and then chicken but is ready for more... like me with cigarettes... coffee... sixteen minutes to five.
>>> saturday
staying up till nearly eleven at night i hadn't coded a page in a while...still ongoing with what background img to match the font... awake about four, horny and exhausted. all sorts of hurry and anxious throbbing worry wearing me as if i were their clothes cupcake cloths the coffee...of course i'm thinking of her, once upon a time she said something about anxiety and depression... i try to go to sleep again at six, but it is reconversion blues - scattered thoughts - a revolving door mind so i get up again, i want to be nice to charlotte and sofia yet i don't want emilee to think i am being too nice - i repeat the attempt to sleep some more at eight but it's tuesday's just as bad so i stormy monday into civil war - (not the windmills, poetry book title i thought of while cervantes) add bread and onion to left over steak which is somehow smokehouse delicious...i see the stack of bodies but i don't feel as i did with the wet version which made me feel cheated, besides it's dunst - this is kdk12 calling kdk1... i was thrilled to see her and and the film was pretty thought provoking...it's one that i suspect a lot of people will watch twice...in a power of the dog trance i waltz around the early afternoon, i've got rawhide phil, fill a thought with that dog obit kabuso, also a fruit i read; Citrus sphaerocarpa sit us fears of coppers... turquoise skies bright with light porn dark with disasters yet in pouring myself away from the sun and the sex i notice the name candice demellza... but i'm supposed to be writing poetry not clearing the minefield of vulgarity an impossible task in any case- three thirty, why was i playing the suspended scale in the fourth position alike the blues version, should we show them the blues? don't let that out, these things take time. rhyme - devil's interval- rubbing out the word, still the word dust gathers... emilee needs a butch vampire in her life, but you could also pick up something from her esty shop Persimmon Hollow... no wait, she is not estying now, so ask @fairygoodfriends
>>> sunday
awake at five still dark with dreams of lost homes - living room italia fifteen a cousin holds me from the back... in a an embrace as i try to reach the balcony - mother is there and i tell her well i've never felt a man so near - when i turn for a glance i instead awoke - it may have been lighthearted, but i think both were illusions, perhaps even clones - mixing in to match some memory but the scenery was nowhere right - masked foes possibly to join... i jump back into dreams, apartment three k, i am thinking about how good it feels to be me - last room down the hall standing at the door instantly thinking why am i here... i hear emilee's voice and wiggle out of bed - don't you have a croissant to eat or something...croissant clutch i suppose her crimson coach purse is... demi, the two skinny girls grateful dead cover starts in my mind's stereo as i turn on the motorola - music as i picture her... suddenly recall the can't wait video poolside- pretty bright, yellow top light - a woman does anything then the commentizement rings - i'm too in love to think clearly- nose colored glasses, lynyrd that smell - i brew more and grew ashes - can wait fan ate air - i suspect soon i will escape this imposed simple style that feels so blatantly intent against word play poetry, and then i will have something wirth reading even if it caint be translated told. (wroted seven in the morning with snapdragon interruption key press not typing restart)
>>> monday
narcissistic myself passenger pull down glance- on looking what reflection fascinating love... struggle to dream - two, three, roger emil crubel at the piper funeral home, dorothy we are not in kansas - amanda paints with her puppy - los angeles london ashley leak finger in her mouth, i suppose she would not be surprised... it's the nature of such acts - i am surprised to see her in my dreams as if a tug of war with grant...emilee again at bar louie as the rangers and panthers play overhead - pink in her nails now fav photo of us forever i imagine myself, i awake to it feeling only minutes have gone by - unlike the hours to update 99 and create inkrealm.info/dr - they both remind me of her - visiting the hive, how you behave is how you behave... chinese fortune cookie behind a polaroid on her phone - blurred, i burn as if born to mourn the distance - my own distrust dance how is it still lust? suddenly it isnt - it ain't anything except acceptance - district twenty five... her friends are pretty - my prose isnt poetry and i can't keep track of the narrative now as the wires reattach and embrace me electrified i die and reanimate myself - salvation saliva sylvia has done it again nazi lampshade press lights but if it were your women you'd kill every man woman or teen in town...at the lampshop the label is numbered two nine five - curiosity rises hungry to eat men like air - so now my wife even if not in my life, so now i sense the extent of my promise... beyond this ignorant present, and I feel now The future in the instant... i might even understand the why within i love you still but you really made me hate you... I'm the little Jew Who wrote the Bible I've seen the nations rise and fall I've heard their stories, heard them all... she runs away and yet remains. i escape the tug of catfight war waking too early, i breathe for three hours mostly her magic and exhale these meetings la matadora with seven brew fizz or sin a moan spice red straw blue tipped nails - adorn the pink... oh what is that zepellin...think, At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom Is this to end or just begin? ten twenty four, 27 mai
>SHE LIKES TO PULL DOWN THE MIRROR AND GLANCE AT HERSELF
ALL MY LOVE, I SUPPOSE
IF I COULD SIDESTEP THE EXPLOSIVE NUDITY FROM A GIRL WITH LAUREN ARMS, THEN IT MUST BE LOVE MY ALL. (EF WHY EYE GROMLEY WELL GORMLEY ... I GUESS, NO ONE IS TO BLAME, CIRCUMSTANCES BEYOND THE USUAL IRONY. AS FOR FANG, IT MUST BE THAT WE ALREADY LIVED OUR LIVES LONG AGO SATAN TOLD ME SHE WOULD BE THE LAST EXPLAINING WHY HAVANA STILL HAS GUANTANAMO BAY OUTPOST) THE REST OF THE TIME RHYMES WITH MISS GRANT WHO I MISS EVEN WHEN I FEEL HER NEAR SO WHY SPEAK OF ENDINGS IN THE MIDST OF FOREVER AT THE MIDDLE OF IMAGINARY HONEYMOON LAND HO KNEE MOAN GOD HIMSELF MADE A CUCKOLD OF JOSEPH HE TELLS ME I CAN PRAY TO HIM INSTEAD OF VULCAN. NOT REALLY EXPECTING ANYTHING I CAN'T SEE ANY FAULT EVEN IN CHEATING EXCEPT I FIND MYSELF NOT EATING OR SLEEPING AT THE THOUGHT OF IT - IN OTHER WORDS, THE MANIA IN ME WANTS ALSO WHAT I AM GIVING HER IN RETURN MANIAC DEVOTION EVEN IN PHANTASY I ASK IS IT ONLY SEX WITHOUT LOVE THREE YEARS TO HEAR MYSELF QUESTION THE HOW ABOUT NOW, OF COURSE IT DOESNT EXIST. THERE IS ONLY WHAT WAS AND WHAT WILL BE, NOW IS NEVER NOW. BURNIN' LOVE RING OF FIRE I KEEP MY WORD EVEN WHEN NOTHING WAS SAID, WORDS OF LOVE DO THEY OPPOSITE DEPOSIT LESBIAN BARBECUE COVERAGE ARGENTINA COMMOTION MULTIPLE CANDLES IMPROVISED PESOS WITHOUT WOMEN CUCHARA DE HOMBRE O CUCHILLO DE FUEGO SO They BURN WITCH BURN AS IT WERE LATER SUSTAINNG TRIED LIFE DIED STILL ALIVE TESTIFIED; AS A GIRL I KNEW YOU BOTH! CONTINUE WITHOUT SUPPORTING US... I STILL SAY IT IS ABOUT THE ECONOMY NOT THE STYLE... THE HUNGRY HAVE NO TIME TO CONCERN THEMSELVES WITH PRONOUNS; THE PORN DOES NOT MAKE MONEY SO IT MUST TAKE SOMETHING ELSE... APOLITICAL I DOCUMENT IT - FOR THE SAKE OF THE ATTIC AND ROCK AND ROLL. HEARKEN BOTH: hatred tARGET TOOK FOUND TO HAIRCUT INABILITY NIGHTMARES WALK FRANCE BAIT AND BEAT LIKE JERSEY SHORE BOYS VISITING THE VILLAGE LA BOUCHE DA MA FEMME A UN GOUT DE MERDE APRES AVOIR SUCE TA BITE D'HOMO... I THINK OF THE SLEEVE SNIFF IN FEAR AND LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS, MEN WHO PUT PLACE SHIT IN VAGINAS FOR A TUSSLE OKLAHOMA CRAWLERS IN OILY THINGS NO CHILD OR EVEN POET SHOULD HAVE EVER HEArD OF IT'S A FUCKING DIRY WORLD, TRAVELIN' WILBURYS. COMPETITION MARY POPPINS EL PRADO SEEN MY POINT- SENZA INFAMIA E SENZA LODE LOOKS LIKE THEY TOOK MY FRIENDS, ADRIENNE RICH SAID TOO EVEN IN HER EYES VULGARITY FLASHED. DON'T KNOW IF SHE HEARD LODI. LIKE THE BOMBING OF DRESDEN BUT I WOULD HAVE ALREADY DONE IT IN KIEV SO DON'T ASK ME MEIN CAMP TENT TINTED BY CONTRARY AIRSTRIKE SANDWICHES THAT SHUT NOSTRILS WHO'S THERE CLININICAL TRIVIALITIES NOTHING BUT A HOUND DOG PRICE MAKING PLANT HEATWAVE (IT AIN'T ALPO) MERRILY WE LIVE, I MAKE IT A PARTY AT THE LIST BUT START TO THINK WHY IS SHE DRIVING NEARLY TWO HOURS TO GET DRINKS ?? CENTER MILITARY AGREES STORMS LEAVE DEAD AMERICANS SECURITY CEMETERY... THE OLD GREY LINE HAS NEVER FAILED US. SUMMIT BLASTS LARGE BUT PUPPETS PROMISE TO MAKE ME AN ECHO, TO TAKE ME INTO MIRROR LANDS, TO AWAKE IN ME THE DUMB BY WAY OF NUMB... I AINT COUNTIN' THAT SUM, AND THIS POEM JUST TO MAKE YOU CUM. MIGHT BE GOIN TO HELL IN A BUCKET BUT INDEED ENJOYING THE RIDE... UNDER GRATEFUL DEAD THUMB BILL WALTON LANDSLIDE NICKS DATED HENLEY WHO KNEW? THE HEART OF THE MATTER, WAS I SUCH A FOOL...(in loving remembrance, Lois Judith Fine)
>process them during stillness
the rain is part of the process
like t'ee in the way tuesday nell tiger free i start watching for bill but sonia is there too - the first oh man i cannnot concentrate, it's a poetic canvas, but i'm pulled by love - i can hear her even high in soft spoken whisper, would you leave that movie for me - i'll stop the world and melt with you - i skip through it in a few minutes... of course, she's not there anyway and i start thinking what exactly do i have to be proud about - the hit the books so they don't hit you back gimmick, the sleeping pills in attack dog snack gimmick, the pile of dead bodies in vampire mansion gimmick... all right mister inky, write manipulated association- concentrate back by dream... i kept seeing the girl she called baby munchkin cake - as if trying to create only connection machine - i couldnt understand i cant understand i curve into a rising as if cut in two one side emilee the other leah - newspaper sentiments what the fuck is star wars about planet alderaan the rebel alliance leia was in love with han solo... so there are days when she requires all my love, literally - friends romans countrymen lend me your apathy i come not to party but to burn down distractions - don't think i have no pride, i still didn't make no pasta... reckless cleaning room and kitchen her news reminds me of the cuts my finger knife sixteen july birkin who killed jane not the squad kid i think we been framed - to miss someone you never truly knew - "we blew it" (- do we ever know anyone? we only know them under certain circumstances...) easy rider ending - mind zooms dennis hoppper as apocalypse now photographer... anglophone crisis last year sunday lobster phone dali oleg also got knifed alaska earthquake and forty two dead pilot whales... dear leah it's not that i ran away, what's the frequency kenneth, it's that i haven't figured out out how to be platonic without making imagined emilee homicidal - at least lara only threatened to cut off my penis, but the death penalty...where was i ah yes typing with my pickers and stealers - same with family in mind, then how is it not incest - tabanidae lands on right hand - i had the sudden idea; go set jury an officer and a gentleman... dead at eighty seven... barry and stone vermont fred fishback karen our canary only two song references here let us make it three one for tomorrow one just for today i scroll tik tok but i'm only thinking of her and maybe william f buckley jr. critical theory makes me blink alivia with heart drawn on her wrist very much like the one emilee drew next to her thumb four a siamese cat of a girl previous lyric had it as squirming dog - As hounds and greyhounds, mongrels, spaniels, curs, Shoughs, water-rugs and demi-wolves, are clept All by the name of dogs: ain't got that memorized yet... promise me you'll never leave, alivia utters, in terms of emilee - never divorce...so no pre-nup hey hey my my...i guess if you pay off your little sister with the tie-dye tee as well as the put a finger down flower print, you get an enforcer, tyne daly hello my name is doris, i listen to hotel california with an entirely new twist...i look at her picture with a "neat" label more than once, more than twice, barbie does not sing fais dodo...five i never know what the poor girl's gonna do to me next... hate to tell you this, buddy, but you have to wear clothes to work, there's a law or something perth to melbourne virgin flight naked lunch emergency landing not stepping foot in - tube feet - if you look carefully at my lips you'll realize i'm actually saying something else... wta tits beguile me as i worry she knows i have looked at leah's breasts more than once, more than twice - sinner confirms kalinskaya of course i've never actually been this faithful down the line kennedy ghost peed all over dallas russian air defenses down ukrainian mig-29 fighter jet over past day zverev.
> 8
wednesday
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LIME POSSET double cream: (money to bring his wife and was working hard to make enough washing and see if that will their house) that is this poem... He arose as dreams vanished. There was eros from the baby munchkin cake and it made for a bit of conflict. No cornflakes, pasta with 'a reckless moment'... some "thoughts" were missing and he downloaded them to play... and right off the bat he wanted to say; The purpose of his writing style was to make new connections, indeed to make it new. He knew he wanted to make poetry for her, yet the bullhead pants (wtap) obituary beverly j boggs dowler wheaton via philip hickman found him watering the plants and so he settled in to wait upon wit a while. The slacks were jeans he had enslaved into the trash with a sensed low class tracking system... Now confirmed. This lacks the whip of sensation but he considers nobody would believe the dead sons appeared in the shut sugar bowl after he did the dishes and then mostly disappeared. Like magic, no, like mayhem... ahem. enough prelude. He wrote as love envisioned. lime juice and zest : The peddler had certainly spoken the truth although he did not know what truth daughter meant when declared Your vanity has led you away. Like masturbation scrubbing it vigorously (is that what they think we do...) The agency informs him; 'cutiekim' first date comment finds 'raspberrypussy' no cat how dare they act on (is someone out of innuendo?) Then the race against lies soap was irresistible 3 drown to call girl (further into the maze...) To admit some excitement at the constructed whore or virgin either lessens love or heightens it... Strangle neck / slap ass, You see how fast it can go down to no class at all, a lesson in the salon of contradictions. or as the rolling stones put place it every cop is a criminal & all the sinners saints. 3/4 cup sugar: _______________ beautiful you haven't told me i'm the most beautiful girl in the world in a couple of days... severely i say yes, no i have not but words don't wash off, won't wash away. suddenly repenting, but yes you are beautiful even as a child even as a vampire even as the non-existing "now"... indeed even as i head to the liquifying sink to bury the offspring scouring for a prayer or excuse... my heart. touched my heart. I wanted to red. crimson brick wall blood tomato years ago so the azure blood i saw pour from self was also in kitchen hmm brown paper bag i tried to hide it and i guess i did until souls crawled with a wail in unforeseen future kitchen this. that door, doors, let my mind be your gentle stove. clove. make it a clove paper bag. no it;s not a paperback. i won't get into the cut gas narrative, i mean i want her to orgasm not gasp. seven snakes naja haje asp... my left testicle itches - all this really happened so i will never make love to her in any kitchen, unless she requires me to beautiful pasta green pepper parmesan eat cheese chat. dry biscuit crumb: _________________ i see my corvette roulette within her shift plus six caret she's in debt original sin preset i am chile and she is pinochet an unsettling duet wet gala met them brunette say forget blonde tapes upset i don't even flirt cassette even when history makes it coquette i want to eat her marie antoinette as she melts my French tickler minaret 29mayo24
thursday
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LIME POSSET TWO double cream: (please please please please please please please please please please please please please please) legs pulled from under... Me. shoulders nearing floor...cape shrouds me. then the bones wrapped me. I can't do no more. No more, stumble off stage center... some "thought" it won't be long now another beatles' tune that irks patience... help me now evan rachel wood; crossing the universe he returns to spotlight, limelight brown mark on her hand. too much sun or shadow under window, in photo sit houdini. james, last of the real movie stars anya shows taylor her power joy eclipsing all the skies maybe the audience is distracted enough that i can light this roman candle. machete at mcdonalds melody dushane help me now... issue my ultimate form. Times square-head, flatheads - bertolt brecht says you are a flathead my inspo pack and intel seed If I say sooth, I must report they were As cannons overcharged with double cracks, So they doubly redoubled strokes upon the foe. Like magic, no, like hollywood... For Heaven's Sake... Fairy godmother ol johnny goodman shrugs shoulders, gary oldman says it's none of my business what people think - yet if they think i won't chivalry! But I am faint. My gashes cry for help. lime juice and zest : the return of the sandwich turkey sent into the onion shenandoah for her i'd cross your roaming water... valley by the enemy. hunter in a frenzy way we're bound away across the wide missouri... can't think straight lincoln starts to ship the slaves overseas... germany for germany listen here auslander don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me, straight think can't lies they set the landmines - you are lucky to be here hello kitty overshare it's only hobby lobby dream zero bond - i get out of bed nothing but everything in my words - moving up the i.e., southwest cali four knees geek girl curse will either hold? or was it sally told diagnosis midnight crisis drinks sip i'm not so hip don't you see you're mine valens you belong to me... ritchie for eternity a large force of the enemy who enabled to reach par oh dee even Vulcan utters destruction of the northern lands like Venus of immense value to us... I do not intend this as an order of punishing them, but to secure her as other ladies will also be protected by the dooby dooby wah knowledge Weldon saw the Lord road completed, long distance Fay - She Devil, tomorrow I shall make the steak. 3/4 cup sugar: _______________ Wah-wah You made me such a big star (I’m not a pornstar) (I’m not a wandering star) ★ did you know we have an oyster emoji? she enjoys the ji - gee - that face, she wants it emojee sorry your mother died... indeed giggle even if the gig turns grim as i think of gone mind wolf and arsenic and old lace aunt fading my silence. touched my shut up. I wanted them. to bless my childrens. remus mirrror romulus shadow no one left to run with anymore - i do the laundry electric wire no stability nick pasqual stabbed allie shoehorn twenty times am i killing emilee with my love so-called love, O Oysters, come and walk with us!' The Walrus did beseech. A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, Along the briny beach: We cannot do with more than four, To give a hand to each.' am i killing emilee with my lust 'Maybe I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time Or maybe I'm afraid of the way I love you..' so nuts bust, sex machine 'You don't know how hearts burn For love that cannot live yet never dies Until you've faced each dawn with sleepless eyes You don't know what love is...' she put places her name as meme an auto correct, incident she meant me, i meant em...profile picture like a norman rockwell - i'm more in "love" or should i say misogynistic possessiveness... no i think it's safe to say it is luvy duvy livy's little sister in acapulco pool city Regálame las flores De la esperanza... someone play agustin lara for her... "If we are to be the last of the white men who conquered the world; if we are finally to be overwhelmed by a pack of rats, let us at least face the death of our race as our ancestors faced their death---like MEN. Let us not crawl down amongst the rats begging for mercy or trying to out-sneak them and pretend to be rats ourselves!" other rockwell, dang that dune two how could i watch furiosa... Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title... whiff title you see i wroted the recipe above left ankle paragraph stiff rebel rebel party party above desolation self mein herz brennt dry biscuit crumb: _________________ skin roads corvette band aid casino roulette flashback third base brett kansas city cerulean saxe uniform net she'll never be royals or out of debt copyrights melt i have no preset respectfully never play yer eyes or baker chet never a mask when i glove duet It's just a one, two, three, four wet Five, six, seven, eight, nine met hey hey glock clock shooting to forget prince andrew simply can't sweat drops of sperm park on my thigh upset it's her or the cassowary attack cassette play wind neck and neck photo finish coquette i can't return her aces from the net baseball tennis allusion shakes up the minaret ten scales now on the ibanez fret i am china and she's tibet flying cows other balls basket well, old sport, it ain't no bet iron heel something has to let run walk off-set no numbers in our alphabet passenger seat dolphinette signature whistle cigarette emilee and her freckles bayonet jane my tarzan soul reserve asset together we are the wheelset cool down in jacuzzi cadet. silhouette city suffragette, rhapsody in blue clarinet. 30may24
fry day
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LIME POSSET THREE double cream: loom cast golden a glance empty battle— evidently, free propaganda. in no choice election... devoting our energies to a distraction; no erection in Ukraine... mass hypnotism is getting harder... I saw the girl move to jelly fish tattoo story nat net, i hope she has no tat - natalie with paul smoking i'm sad benjamin is gone... Irukandji - word i never learned, i dream of emilee yet awake crowded by sibling and jewish american princess miss americana picture looks like someone else - will you get tired of me, she asked how could i when there are so many faces in your face - the ending of feeling Minnesota was something about reading between the lines... did she know i was going to be short attention span circuited at ellie eilish - minneapolis ambush civilian cop and shooter expired los lobos singin' viking - to be clear, i was playing (in lime posset two start) at the godfather of soul and i did dream a cape woven of bones... (chimney made out of human skull) laid eyes upon hotel dream. memory making bracelets... i had not recognized the struggle entrance door, don't leave. she's right about vultures... even at the santa monica library (battery man also in chair ) circuit span attention track twelve preceeded by the beast in me tell me who do you love lime juice and zest : awed by the proportions of the satanic rhetorical the weight of possession captured to be released in a secret to silence cruel-lipped oozing, learn your part a mind to lose eggs this is not your brain swiftly not even expunged punt suggestion foot job muse, repeating the lyric a low, savage whisper. Weak i was; yes, and wicked, too; but turned me cold blooded with honor. commonly interpreted to mean dentistry extracting the foes that make her think she's a shell a show - this direction was the reported seat of the in-progress. i view 'pink string and sealing wax' paying only attention to her yet the trash needs to be put placed out this bitch downstairs goes in and out pretending a basement so she can come upstairs excaping the comatose blubber she is paid to care for - excapade on ice, menthol illegal most of the time i write the haiku biscuit crumb before exhaling this other bitches insisting she's an ugly little troll not worth all my time much less all my love i listen hoping she can't hear such hate clean the back rooms, cook the meal as promised - i remember i went to sleep that night - awaking to her post about the ancients eating all the silphium - golly i gotta cook. 3/4 cup sugar: _______________ bow inclined arrow dizzy meteor darted craft’s rapid-fire she clung to the steep and slippery surface of me lung pill built yet i might even quit smoking if she were no distance, here the rice and meat are marvelous maybe my love is more than i have learned drawn to the last drop of pepsi, i had taken a bath in her depression. anxiety soap, you see how annoying covered the notes yet repeatedly aria down upon closer view. miss grant it's me, there is nothing to worry about reinforcement—it's devotion. too heavy to hold she argues, i hold her still - in sickness, health armoured in death's counterfeit sleep dreams of her in death after life desires we forever or as she herself sort of said i'd be so hot if i were real -hint perhaps to keep my phantasy on its toes- hail. dry biscuit crumb: _________________ (haiku with a fourth line curving) A sex love duet rain reign drop rule sun preset she is blond and red brunette: ain i pale moon wet (5/31/24 6:38pm)
sat our day
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LIME POSSET FOUR double cream: THE RECIPE HAS FOUR SECTIONS FOUR PARTS LIKE THE SEASONS LIKE THE PAWS OF A CAT HOW IS CLOVER, SKIRT ALSO ENJOYED THE STEAK... THE REFERENCES ARE CERTAIN TO OVERWHELM - DEAR READERS, IT'S A CIRCLE OF KNOWLEDGE INFUSED WITH MUSE WITH MUSINGS EVEN WITH MISSED UNDERSTANDINGS WHAT IS PERFECTION, THE B FLAT OPUS POSSIBLY FROM HAYDEN INSPO WAS LUDWIG'S FOURTH ENTIRELY YET OVERSHADOWED BY THE MAMBO NUMBER FIVE NO I CANNOT COUNT HOW MANY FACES WITHIN EMILEE GRR GRANT AS A MATTER OF FACT I WAS THINKING THERE WON'T BE A FIFTH LIME POSSET YES I SEE HER IN LUCY HALE IN EMMA STONE NOW EMILY IN RACHEL WEISZ DOUBLE DEAD RINGERS ELSEWHERE PERHAPS EVERYWHERE WHILE MY LOVE EYES DRUNKENLY DREAM - OH YES PART OF THE POINT WAS DREAMS BUT I AM IN THE MOMENT IN THIS MOMENT NOW FEELING THE REELING WILDNESS IN A BUKOWSKI MANUSCRIPT I HAPPENED TO HEAR AS IF OUR EARS WERE UNITED BEFORE I SAID YES OR DID I ALWAYS SAY YES HIDING THE AFFIRMATIVE FROM MYSELF HOW MANY DAYS IS FOREVER, I'M GOING TO NAIL YOUR ASS HOW WE GIGGLED - YOU SEE CELINE WAS STILL ALIVE AND LADY DEATH...WELL, IT IS ANOTHER STORY AND I HAVE ALREADY THROWN IN TOO MANY SLIPPERY QUOTES AND LYRICS SLIDING INTO POST MODERN GRIMACE STYLE, ACCELERATION - IF ONLY I HAD ALL HER PICTURES MAYBE I COULD SLOW DOWN MY SMART RING TELLS ME I NEED MORE OXYGEN, THE RAIN MAKES THE AVENUE GLOW, BREEZELESS I AWAKE TRYING TO GET THE RIGHT WORDING OF SOME LINE FROM MACBETH BUT I HAD BEEN IN SLUMBER HIGHLY SEDUCED BY VISIONS OF HER...DID I NEARLY FEEL HER, I THINK SO, OH HOW LOVE IS LIKE OXYGEN SWEET NO BETTER - ROXY -LOVE IS THE DRUG- MUSIC, YES OBVIOUSLY I AM ADDICTED. lime juice and zest : REHAB BREAKFAST FOR THE DOUBTS IN EXTERNAL SCHEMES IN CONTRARY INCLINATIONS IN SURRENDERED HINTS OR GUESSES NONE OF THEM SOUL OR HEART OR EVEN HEAD TO WED IS THEN TO WORRY EVEN WHEN THERE IS NO NOTABLE UNDERLINED THING TO CONCERN THE MIND THINKING - BUT I WOULD BE A DUMBASS NOT TO PAY TRIBUTE AT THE DANGER JESUS MAFIA EVEN DUFFY WAS ABDUCTED RAPED DRUGGED (aimee) OUT OF NOWHERE, REPORTEDLY DREAM THAT TIME HOW I WORRIED WHAT WAS IT A YEAR AGO OR SO SHE WAS WRAPPED IN PLASTIC METAL VAN REST IN PEACE DIANE H VAN DEVENTER YES I REALIZE THAT TO SAY SUCH WORDS ADDS TO A MAYBE BUT I SEE IT TURN UP EVEN WORSE KNOXVILLE EZRA MAULED BY DOG NOT EVEN HUSKER DU'S ZEN ARCADE COULD HUSH THAT TRAGIC BARK. ALL I WANTED WAS TO PLAY WITH THE WORDS FRANCES GREEN TURNIPSEED SIDE ARM MUSE OF WHATEVER MAGIC MIGHT BE HERE, WHO GOES AMID THE MERRY GREEN WOODS...MY POINT IS (AS THE OBITUARY PRESS GOES INTO OVERDRIVE) FENCES SEEN TURN IT DEEP - YET HOW CAN I RIGHTFULLY REJOICE, THE PARANOID MAN IS THE ONE IN POSSESSION OF ALL THE FACTS - DUDE, SHIT HAPPENS, AS THEY SAY - SOLRUN KARI VIK HONOSKI, THE SPIDER MAN TOM VIDEO DISAPPEARED I DON'T KNOW BUT SOME NAMES ARE POETRY PAMELA FINGER GOODBYE FARE THEE WELL I'VE GONE OVERBOARD WHEN I ALL I NEEDED TO SAY WAS IT ONLY TAKES A COUPLE OF GUYS AND A VEHICLE TO DRIVE AWAY EVEN IN BROAD DAYLIGHT - GIRL OR A ROOF DRINK TO SINK AHEM BAR CHLOROFORM, HMM, TRICHLOROMETHANE WELL, I CAN'T KILL EVERY SCUMBAG IN FLORIDA... TO BE CRYSTAL CLEAR ALSO I DON'T HAVE NOTHING AGAINST THE BEATLES BUT RINGO, YOU GET IT ABOUT THE PIZZA NOW, NO? OH, HOW I HOPE AGAINST LOGIC EVERY GIRL SAFE ESPECIALLY EMILEE, OH GIRL Was she told when she was young That pain would lead to pleasure? Did she understand it when they said That a man must break his back To earn his day of leisure? Will she still believe it when he's dead? 3/4 cup sugar: _______________ SHAKEDOWN STREET YES I LIKE THE TATTOO ART DART HERE AND THERE NO I MYSELF DONT EXCEPT HER NAME LIKE FAME AT SKIN IN HER CASE IT IS (IN MY VIEW) ORTHODOX AS IF SHE WAS BORN PRINTED IN OTHER WORDS FRECKLES WHAT MORE COULD ONE WANT FRANCES GREEN TURNIPSEED THANK YOU PERHAPS THIS WILL GARDEN GROW COVERED UNCOVERED... I WON'T APOLOGIZE FOR IT NOT BEING A TRADITIONAL LOVE SONG - BUT THERE'S A FIRE UP ON MY MOUNTAIN ENOUGH EXPLANATIONS... KEIRA SAID WHO GIVES A - DUCK SAW SWIM BUT MY MOVIE HEAD ONLY SAW THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT THERE IS NO RACIAL BIGOTRY HERE - I DO NOT LOOK DOWN ON NIGGERS, KIKES WOPS OR GREASERS... HERE YOU ARE ALL EQUALLY WORTHLESS. SHE HAS INK ARM AND THIGH PERHAPS THEY ARE HAVING BREKKIE AGAIN BUT HOPEFULLY NOT IN THE SUN I AM TOO MUCH IN THE NUN WITHOUT PRIEST WORDS A MASS WEAPON OF SEDUCTION PS, I DID NOT MENTION KRIS, OR IS IT CRIS BC NOT SURE HOW TO SPELL HER NAME ( A DEAR PAL THAT NEEDS TO LEAVE HER ALONE BAD) ALSO IT WAS ALREADY SO CONVOLUTED WITHIN THESE VERSES BUT THEY SAY THEY LOVE CASTING SPELLS THEY STAY ALLOW ME ONE INSCRIBED ON MY TYPEWRITER RIBBON I WILL BRING MILK TO EMILEE BY WRITING HER NAME/ (AND UPON LOVE DOLL RIGHT BREAST: AV SU SAS- AND UPON LOVE DOLL LEFT BREAST: AV HU SIA-) AND SHE WILL HAVE MILK IN ABUNDANCE/ dry biscuit crumb: _________________ exclamation marks were sung with some question marks to be sure yet it did not mean he did not love as he said his numerous muses and nu deity stack it was only a vital matter, fidelity, a cure emilee grant even if only in his dreamy head. (noontime! 'i made shoes for everyone, while i still go barefoot..' one june twentyfour)
>>> su n'd (ay)
LIME POSSET FIVE SONNETS double cream: ___________ I look at fourteen pictures; none of them wife thirteen dolphin girl drowns. The Florida like my midnight, interrupted. Man yelling 'mom'. Shame, reflected roach sink, never met life... psycho, Hawaii hack sandwich manslaughter, cop shoot puppy, therapy prescription, corporation kia car as if key to sister in law. all of it grief. tame me? tackled by the Poolman; more of a poem than a film... thank you, Chris . . . Deutschland floods, we are not Brazil, I can only think, softly of her bra, saying i can spill - tell them I said yes, all of them wife in one woman, yet my dreams whirl with strife. I look at accusation; pencil dick pinballs but my pen'is rich. cannot teach away lack of knowing, spy in the house of love. I do not steal, a line, it is blowin' in the wind... so you didn't, see that film-heard song- or read, well literature, my theft, is my own time rhymes for emilee and yes my cock. how many roads? stands like a statue; becomes part of the machine... jittery eight decade anniversary . . .d the day what is wrong with wanting to kill the neighbors, or the street vendors, - day the light evening the lay stay pray hmm prey, talk the stalk. cow beans... lime juice and zest : ________________ I will grind his bones to make my bread, when fifi awoke and saw me next to her in bed; she fell to the floor, if only we had cocaine in 1778; posters said he was six, actually seven Beethoven had an early start, i had weed, now wondering over the seeds of course now i don't do drugs, i am narcotics. fish eye meal Salvador, oh her green nails, recurrent collection to jewelry shells, Salvatore certain schoolgirl I gained, crush until memory, not jealous, At D'amon although maybe at D'emon Mark said Legion imp-lore'd, 'don't torture me'... 3/4 cup sugar: _______________ whiskey river take my mind: in my case coffee lake smoke fine; i love the little song she quoted; i wanna kiss kiss your eyes...lenker... lens focus, how is she no ugly troll: scan the envy, pro-viking ship rises scandinavia, most beautiful, And, attractive, since 700 AD. never been with a woman this many days, months years even if the dreams are few: nothing feels as true they outnumber all others arguing ambition: i reply. adios, lois riddle, here ye speak to immortality no enigma within my several deeds even if gone are the seeds dry biscuit crumb: _________________ souls even pious find no salvation moves only love; a day without Emilee (Grant, child woman vampire heroin Las Vegas, Savannah, Cali, DC, Florida...) is like a day without sunshine, rain, kryptonite has no effect on superman— i'm flying high, faster than a speeding bull -et, more powerful than a locomotive, able to leap tall buildings in married bound - plane, bird...we fly city bird; i heard, her word, inspired it stirred as i preferred sighs in lavender converged she yearned yet i deserved nothing, adjourned in the slurred laziness disinterred yet she everything spurred.2:11pm 6/2/24/ if they say i never loved you,
you know they are a liar...
>>>in the sky with diamonds
LIME POSSET FIVE PLUS double cream: lime posset vividly depicts axe music cutting into love... (dank new york city slang to axe as in to query...) lime juice and zest : _________________ Lucy has a solution for apathy —an axe. So when she finds her poet intent on skipping the tribeca, it's off with his film festival. Right from the back seat, axing did she even follow... Unfortunately, he witnesses the deed, the first season of pretty little liars... Lucy is tried and judged criminally stereotyped... montgomery, he plays the clash right profile... 3/4 cup sugar: _______________ She spends the next seven years at the break even rom com farm. With Elvis to regain emotional stability. Upon her release, she nearly had him, I've played Melanie, why not Emilee... He even starts to like her tattoo collection. Then, life sentence and the podcast made him think, has she even read Spengler... he goes steady with Emilee, the richest young girl in town.... Lucy attempts to get cast as a Bond girl, but settles for Kissinger in Paris - troubled by dreams and flashbacks of her previous seven years as Aria She envisions lying in bed with the severed heads of inky and emilee... packing for Manhattan, she carefully organizes the grenades... The encounter proves too much and she she writes new curses on the back of her cat on a hot tin roof poster Let his penis wither, let his bones crack, let him see his legions drown in their own blood... Shortly after, inky cant help but write an interlude lime posset for her... Lucy fears he may have chopped up the strait jacket story - Carol screams, I want the truth it's like an engram inside Cruise control. But Tom is blackmailed by Suri - stop meddling with my right hand man... A short time later, mission impossible wraps. What am I doing over here with the workers, the gooks, the apes, the dogs, the errand boys, the human animals? Why don’t I come over with the board, and drink coca-cola or make it? dry biscuit crumb: _________________ . One evening, Inky tries to explain it all to Emilee. It is not a happy affair. Little Red looked too much like Alivia! In a rage, Lucy reminds everyone it's a party not a funeral - Still the balcony had everyone thinking it was about money not love, obviously, he only wants emilee for her finances! greed pursued by alone in his home he confronted L A WOMAN and COME ON LETS GO with self comparisons - key of A... subsequently promising to help lucy work with the luke warm coca cola... a half step down from those chords - Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm. Curbing his lavish spirit: and, to conclude, The victory fell on us... doors locked some of them holding a knife - In the film's ironic finale, the now magically not typecast Lucy prepares to make Emilee even richer...7:54 - (dear joan crawford, that was wild...)
>>>if only my wisdom was really fixed
LIME POSSET SIX double cream: ______________ (head in movie we're the plays what is it that she says why do i feel so groovy) home house bed in living share boys are blind to girls' air it is also what is not said (photos because stillness during them process i hear a resounding yes yet without fact left to guess) entries anxiety happy picture sobbing words true juxtaposed with a cry i didn't get it yet i see now each moment infinite stitched to sow i remember telling her to write "lesbian death bed" a vampire tale she said it weren't her light and as i look at her words unveil they nearly prove me correct with potential and intent oh to be buried with her erect or so it went... lime juice and zest : _____________________ June third, Monday. in my dream, nephew turns disaster, like a mechanical puppet - trying to eat through time - yet i hold the brat in my hand like a vibrator and cut off his head - i had in fact at kfc order, thought of other nephew, homonym spouse, note le' noel irony... so many Emilys - yet for me it is only Dickinson (fuck that show) and Emilee (show that fuck) i ponder how to lick her clitoris continually without it sounding like a magic trick in other words how to balance sexuality with respect - how to write truthfully without forcing a lie, the word vagina is still a revolution... the pussy cleans itself - easier to write membrum virile intromittent propagator yet she misandry so i can't exactly be her man, perhaps husband only spiritually cost nothing to pretend or give her space time to wife - dreaming it up every night to hold me like a cloud in the sky until rain to fold no yearly falsehood claw bite crashing my skin cum on her windows eleven summons again surrender you at nothing angry you forgive to stay her feelings are on the ceiling lorde songs on the floor i thought swift was friendly back when she couldn't answer the phone dead, momsen and the bat poser, you should have given me Argentina how i miss dame taylor and her purple eyes she's mourning someone who only lives across town - i'm in between the still come on edit your bio or add to it transport beam me up scotty -all my fathers... true love they've been w/o it - homophobic republican mother of four times larry i still wonder curb fourteen miles an hour hobby lobby toy memory i even have to ask my self why marry... well love has no logic and so it is because her beauty and our fate - SS-Nr.: 3.848 NSDAP-Nr.: 378.043 misses ax 1912-2002 ivy covered tombstone searching through her poems i feel i should have listened more to keira as i hear the emotion echo - the fear of becoming a grown up the nostalgia of a childhood home - what was it sunlight crawling through flower pattern window - i realize this writing is a chaotic storm typed not for any type but trembling with and without her - what is it that she doesn't mind sharing - peace usually myself how is everything so right when it is me and her... flesh making love or letters waking words glove hand my jealousy had my soul. 3/4 cup sugar: _______________ sperm bubble at noon crotch i can't be horny again i want her to think of me as a serious and responsible significant other even when the writing curves against the grain of expectations - how else does one exceed one's self no other way in the end to let her edit as she wants yet there is a logic to love to loving to this lit this litany this list i am instantly translating unfiltered dear mister fantasy playing a lonesome tune - will i break out in tears...as long as she does not acne - it's my party and i will cry if i want to - i don't want two i only want you. dry biscuit crumb: _________________ methods, various - stream of consciousness cut up extreme news for it is news that stays news natural writing cluster crazy horse try not to use the word cunt et cetera... endure scissors her thighs upon imagism my shoulders mouth down to my sapphic graphic while my tongue lips her Charlie Chaplin moustache like a close shave... anticipation events this position kills repeating itself perhaps i should write my last will and testament instead - estate night book from pleasures late day took from treasures marquis de grant will you take it to squander, to sneak in the lesbians - or will you remember i commit and then forget, after zoe i can't wait, hope this clears things up frog my prince, let no fog London - forget then and commit eye worshipped head over heels daughter those sentiments sorrow cannot cross our tomorrows be permanently informed i cannot repay the interest on these crumbs dazzled by yet another purchase that hums kanloan, kilauea...jets magma stomp rocket pocket pulse, it takes vulcan a few seconds it will take me forever, so forever take me an alliance despite my poltroonery which is also termed distraction at sounds and visions briefly or premature balm of summer in spring - near to me, come nearer with your flaws and feelings and fangs (what a fool to have gone all this way and not said how i adore your smile) nearer from that distant corner, from that faceless juxtaposition - right into all i have left here extemporanously in lime posset six. 1:08pm 6/3/24
>>>"Sin number seven was when you touched me and told me why..."
LIME POSSET SEVEN DELUXE ___________________ ___________________ double cream: ___________ The sun's hum id bounces into the city, seeps through windows that need caulk or duct tape... Technical issues with my axilla. I find new Cali pictures yet only two and they are cropped as if hiding her face - Why do you hide your love... Waiting around all day, I even came off as silly to myself. So much so, that I hesitated today to even hold the cell phone... I had got up at eight thirty, despite falling into slumber after three - Dreaming there is a man next to her, but I can only see the corner of his body, the axilla... Waking to feel it was myself only trying to figure out the itchy heat rash - Heatwave, nice song not so much in terns of weather - what weather event are you - Thunder figures out finally who the baby munchkin is, Isabella Griffin - but also holding five photographs of my beloved - I forget the word for the square Italian slice... Sicilian - naked city, clan attacks herself and Keira and even Kris or Cris btw Carli is actually spelled Carly - i tell them i'm nobody, i'm nothing...but they seem to know better...Perhaps it was the email from Canada saying i was married got leaked... Bella goes for the hail mary pass but I slip and slide until bribing Daria with Pokeman cards gets me to my bride - Note not Syracuse. Gaglione... Someone tell me what the hell happened between her and Kyle...Key ignition reverie, I am inside her at last but dying family members drowsy me until i turn riot - taking her possessed by a need to read Fyodor's Demons- Of course, not to be outdone she oils me on Nordic Ware pan adjusting her strap on and slapping me into submission, how do you like my big pink stun gun...it sounds nothing like the band...Virgil Kane is the name and I served on the Danville train till Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again... lime juice and zest : ________________ I want to got back to sleep but my first thing in the morning ritual excites me and I grant her a quickie which to think of it wasn't all that fast - in and out, i axe if it is all right, master - so she has that fantasy made flesh where her pleasure is the only pleasure that's considered and I'm basically a pet - Alexandra buys a guinea pig near Baltimore to rub it in - Anya bets on the twenty year plan, PANTA RAI - I hint at my Bonanno contact, put that Buchanan in line, everything has to make sense... In any case, I procrastinate - when I finally get to the chicken and rice, it is with MISS GRANT TAKES RICHMOND - four chickens and a coke... I had thought of Hopper and Ganz and the subsequent ambulance... Dennis, Bruno, for the readers in the cheap seats.... I can't apologize for being drowsy...I am sorry for entertaining the notion that quotes need to be in quotation parks, it may have killed Mark...Two liver rooster, they employed full metal Aretha without a mention...Trivia or trivial - Lincoln Continental sixteen hundred dollars, mileage 23,9090 - Emilee shuffles an 'i love lucy' and I am not sure if she is loving the reverberations of the movie or revolting against lime posset five plus... in either case, stories private. I had been thinking, all this writing, do I really want to jot so extremely that yes I am her bitch...erm, husband...well, at least she doesn't make me purify the plates in the nearest body of natural water...Thank you, Emilee... there was swine on the pizza so i had the plain white toast. 3/4 cup sugar: ___________ -canto- EMILEE (she lesbian in a sapphic climate) автор moi rithöfundur, und it's only rock and roll, Mick in Orlando, "a wall where peaches ripen"; no, i can't always get what i want. yet neither can you, where are my dreams “i need you” said Skynrd, named after a high school teacher here exhausted he is only writing; for a hint that whispered oh please, another canto yes they shot Lennon he thinks of the ballad, crucifixtion, And yet “fiction,” games him up. wind up, there must be something wrong. with that word, latin crucifigere “there;s only one headline today…” radio voices, shot to death by hidden assassins, China returns from the moon, Mexico elects a woman - all of this, prelude as he tries to settle into a groove it's not like it used to be...the desolation; arrows and he has lost count of the dead natives. Come for his head, come to scalp into insanity- Even playing, phantom marty big iron, Grave remodels Claro, draw for it, Texas red clone...I can't even, as they say... I'm raising Arizona over in a moment- "weaving an endless sentence" bookmaker's stake, you know some ammo keeps on truckin' pause; And in further'd, memory Olympics bronze silver gold, the nail scars are true not for history; but for the faith. the belief. all those fragile leaves, clinging to that tree - like I believe Russia is no enemy, Proof at 1945. Well, except for raping the German women...There are no women like our women... Damn the beauty of that gravesite! what is your endgame, ireland. alone, with her picture or even with, her there. chained to earth like the vampire dyke. The synonyms don;t always work in the newly found image; she wears stars little and shiny, across her collar, it is not a wish of death, yet dying ain't we all. Meanwhile, if you live it up you won't live it down, other tom, i'm still in a wait, She went and took, Contemporary that California trip Against my colon and aromas. I get Jealous Stagnant, even horny; I'm sure she wants to say I love you likewise or more... yet even facing each other: we will be bottled up, Do you take this woman? marriage when? I took this woman three years ago here an anniversary song, shaking from the lost, Emilee exact date ! since curtain I am not staff - only an individual; memory, validation for the shoe, it was this time of the season... i looked away not thinking not knowing the truth, the love... then the interruption, the delay, how could there be anyone else... air vanishing, i was dizzy... not even recording for six months. And all that day, becomes another day: until evening falls and she calls, cat quick my purr none of it matters shell or show only she mattress... only she married...breathe everything is fine but i can't use them pictures and i can't hear the name which set such distractions; even the other day, even today, tonight it's all toxicesque, a jazz too fast to groove making me wonder if madness has been taking extra vitamins but sanity needs her, needs that anniversary, even the contrast and cost... of it all since it proves a feeling, like playing crosby i'm through with love all afternoon weeping while she worked salon. hennessy story my line about her smile, was no allusion to work poster, i'm not wearing any panties -- well we could, always adopt, although the pregnant dream was so reel, real, rael innocent even if guilty; my virgin saint, i'm exhausted and i ate too much. too bad it wasn't your pussy, maybe a bit later, don't get me wrong, sex not, with fears, cannibalism, Although a bite or, mooning nibble upon bare hill thrill still into a quev'ring ah yes even to coin new word, che guevara, bolivia blur stares at the new world order; i take five tic tacs. with a marlboro: cigarette, ashes move before me, the rainy night knows i am afraid. The live wire pain sudden and vicious, soul casino, even if i have placed no bet well alien probes and satanic spirits trying on a talent like suspenders, spies lift and leave, sometimes i think it's you, insisting on something perhaps i cannot hear. here... Being more than they, hey, do you really love the smiths... GE wandered into Chinatown bank. sorry if i kissed like onion, i have a neverending need in red or white, the fan whirls. hoping to win the fender, play you a love song, that rises above the trite, something trippy. traveling far away into tomorrow, maybe even like this canto 3/4 cup sugar my dear anniversary sweetheart. dry biscuit crumb: ______________ confederate soldiers grey a lot of them set boys, were simply kids - fighting for their home. land. immature or impetuous, i am yet mannish, willing to tell you of love's melting syndrome...8:02pm 6/4/24
>>>"the temple is holy because it is not for sale..."
LIME POSSET EIGHT ...................... ..................... double cream: _____________ The girl in dream, I'm sitting here with grin, she was holding a diploma, two fans blazing, then put-placing art over it. rain yet tinted with hotness. I'm sure i dreamt other things, five June listin news calls I say yeah but still debating it within myself...twenty twenty five seems a long ways away, things like that time I went dream apartment hunting with Caitlin...No one is yet to explain Ibiza to me...weren't it Max, Erin oh kneel, is that why the American in Russia saunters into mind? in any case, reason eight why i can't remember my dreams lately... pretty sure it was new Manhattan York city - maybe it was even Emilee, all I think about...all i care about today, said Lucy - Elton's barrel full of monkeys(,, Johnny the bossman* )handing out bananas, I hope she is fine in her jury chair - where was I, oh yes, despite the fact that dang Adobe went no more draw or photoshop mix, flashback Serif (does my art really hold such power that actual corporations shit I mean shift away products...) I was feeling all right, thinking of the old bag, affectionately marie anne - wd'ave put you in seven but sometimes when the thought bomb goes off i can't jugle it all - idea run at arm...maybe someday not a transition but a song quote you'll see that it's true there was no greater love than what i had for you... now then there, i'm with the grin 'cause suri was racing around the big apple...i;d mentioned here right before and enjoyed the near synchronicity, hell, i even took out the Clorox and mop all the way to the living room... *(that's what waters muddy called winter not the season -) i'm not certain sure why he's considered a great given that not really lead player nor an operatic voice, still hard again is genius in terms of blues - bliss at the rest of Miss Grant takes Richmond, I asked my friends about her, but all their lips were tight - our lips are seal'd. meal again onion rice chicken... there's something divine about it most likely from keira posting posing next to emilee...angel necklace slave ring metallic teal toes...sixteen glass panel window painted sea green with an anchor sticker venus symbol above a heart...lean out your window goldenhair, no i still don't know how i hit that double triplet sounding ring, don't even think it can be tabbed... while dancing with the thought that she was actually right here, i got so shy i'm sure i blushed, i even sort of hoped she hadn't read some of the words herein, why did i let it get so beatnik naked in terms of emotion - cut reaction line, bring out Lazarus machine for juice zest and sugar... the future bleeds through - i didn't get to sleep til after three again, even had to overcome a sudden migraine as if the spirit of fifi had visited, she of headaches when sexless...awaking near noon to lower back pain as if someone had tried to fold me into a suitcase... but maybe it was only the kitchen...at ritual meditation i felt all right - forty minutes, graduated digestion chainsmoke - i felt i could even sing you're not alone. lime juice and zest : ---------------------------- her life he agreed to pay crop top and park dinner in the recent high rocking a seen jamming out to her music shoes middlemen expire split revealed no substitute outfit change fit in screwball extracurricular movie impressive gym-honed musclin' in on my organization huh (hijackin my key man you're in a jam sister) well i keep on thinkin about you sister goldenhair surprise... name to ditch shilo sighting marked the reports from the beautiful summer day spring But her ears heard the blender the long production of building distractions yell expenses well which with a pair of headphones over being emotionally involved yeah he'd met k first yet it wasn't settlement ahem star of D'avid i guess Hitchcock's the birds really did a number on me as a child court - so cute, at a message i needed to hear some years ago. from a proud sapphic to you emoji so primary legal custody of Emilee underwent welcomed the poetry this book Suri with meaning red rose 6-pack-abs frame workout without Suri was locks tied rose red Kessler goes to prom- I hope she finds a love alike the one I found with Emilee. now my body is shaking like a wave on the water... 3/4 cup sugar: _______________ you're killng the game - you're killing people...no, i'm killing boys...placeholders... aunt put places a crown jeweled crown at her jugular notch, there's a stray piece of turquoise next to it...the image haunts me, line from poetry poem, turquoise gave it magic - also known as plender or suprasternal... fossa jugularis sternalis - this is what distracted me from leaving my humble abode - (a freewheeling style...fragments, burroughs, associative narrative, influenced by her and music, obviously even co-written intentionally, dreams when available, ideogrammatic juxtapositions talkin world war three blues) someone started making the battle long term, Vietnam what ten years, Afghanistan, twenty years... so is that the Ukraine plan, gentlemen? crying out loud Kiev surrender and carry on! the entire map was always a soviet landscape... and adobe owes me seventeen dollars. contrary in Israel which needs to follow the minister's total war plan or else it will only replay, I reply. tell your ma tell your pa - our love's a gonna grow ooh wah ooh wah wah wah you've given me your wah wah 'together hell' achoo! i bless you not, arch you letter you're a flash in the pan (i'm not a marvel star) i'm the great I am (i'm a ★) i notice now oyster is also a color, greyish white... the poet was emilee's oyster, taciturn by nature he however wore hearted sleeves in his writing,,, merry web "Middle English oistre, borrowed from Anglo-French oistre, ostre, going back to Latin ostrea, ostreum "bivalve mollusk, oyster," borrowed from Greek óstreion, óstreon, of uncertain origin..." origin...well sure some "critics" want you to be original, what is new under the sun gunnin at the shade, go ahead leave your newborn without learning or notes and it will only be idiot...a tale told, then heard no more! the source here is all that happens as it happens - more or less...keeping in mind that definitons might evolve beyond our present understandings... He says, murder, he says, keep it up like this He says, murder, he says, in that impossible tone... dry biscuit crumb: _________________ His happy ecstatic sound Was written on terrestrial High ground sought a household land's Like strings Of joy strum so shadows broke down haunted desolate a known growing gloom nowhere now growing gloom gallops away here love his soul among no moss rolling stone never wanna be like papa working for the boss every night & day evensong twigs overheard In a full-hearted as I fool hearted as eye ancient pulse of leaning myth Some blessed Hope he only found in music yet much more in Her10:38pm 6/5/24
>>>"I rode a tank, held a general's rank when the Blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank..."
LIME POSSET NINE double cream: ___________ ___________ We all know the Beach Boys couldn't wait for June - Good Vibrations - I can see-feel the why reasons - Six June seduced me and kept me up nearly into dawn - no relation to the dish washing soap - Of course, it wasn't the late night, wasn't the day or date...A not so simple twist of fate - Reaching through air, through space and time to make rhymes with her in rhythm's rhythm. A rhythm which swayed into dreams. Dreams...Therein ourselves asleep dreaming a nap, perhaps a sofa, maybe it was my sofa bed - retired from living room and now serving martin acoustic and Ibanez electric... sceptic glances - she is undressing yet not nude - i am drooling in my mind hopefully not rude - deep into her eyes, she is looking back at me - the ronettes shld've been singing be my baby - turn my head secret glances her sister above my skull i can't hear her words septum ring smiles i was wondering why she seems fearless of the sun - emilee has two sisters these are my sisters... crumbles the question we have no dildos possibly then i explain it's literature too and dramatic effect... et cetera in terms of big pink stun gun not a recommendation something shoots emilee a bit in the distance perhaps to dance - prancing in another girl moves the blanket covering my bones, i look down at her, at my boner - i don't want to make the connection, the number you have reached is no longer in service, please check the number and dial again - i get up and it's only ten in the morning - more in love than i had been even if interrupted - i'll buy no dick, albino winter that stranger sure sounded alike the dark side of the moon track same year - i decide suddenly during the ritual to set up for a new recording - lucky town - i put it together, key of E but when I strum along it is in F - well, maybe C... i record two vocals quickly escaping the deliveries i stacked on purpose all during the calls to cancel my subscription listin ounce don't throw and tell the phone company why i haven't paid the bill, so it all dissolves into a density they can't crawl through as i lettuce myself lime olive oil turkey sandwich with 1935's grand exit... lime juice and zest : ________________ ________________ Jive turkey this ain't no poetry who ever heard of a diary poem speaks the doubt - and didn't you ever hear of the hundred year war yeah but add in technology, drones, and the like - ejaculates the druid - jailed now in what he once upon time called prisons of desires except it's one town, maybe lucky town yet how dare they incarcerate even then my muse for blowing a battery fuse - she's held in a trance is her slave ring witchcraft the fact haunts him he felt her pain arrow like the cover pressed at his shoulder before but what could he do, blind to the circumstance... he wroted her right after ice scream social hinting at all his love here mi casa es su casa she didn't mention it except to say it had been an accident - he only learned later in some relentless searching maybe herself calling him wherein he was sure it had been a product of the marvel response, recorded live... collar d'green yet that digresses into oh well her parents divorced in word play explosion like when Marilyn Manson had to run to the end of the world...a mishap converged upon her, my latest idea was that filmed salon walk - as i said, sadly it could still be any or all of it - time is not, time is the evil - beloved our book - booking number 1117297 - ID 959475 - case 230000554 like her height... January 24th last year 21:28 Julian Sands missing Bond paid Zero January 25th last year 17:37 Julian Sands dead cannot be expunged female white status court OR Volusia what is the volume of this data - one site i seen counting the photo visits - "the boy looks into Mugwump eyes blank as obsidian mirrors, pools of black blood, glory holes in a toilet wall closing on the Last Erection." I bring it up - to take aim no - it's not a poem it is a raid poetry a riot with the death sentence! and some dark night when everything is silent in the town i'll shoot those tyrants one and all i'll gun the floggers down... the damned record doesn't even say she's the most beautiful girl... 3/4 cup sugar: _______________ _______________ they add up like 232077326 or Chesapeake zip and west central ohio area code... two three zero seven seven three two six as in; one one one seven two nine seven. nine five nine four seven five. two three zero zero zero zero zero five five four. swastika forehad If I wanted to kill somebody, I'd take this book and beat you to death with it... chess game check mate i'll give the land a little shock remember what i say - i rub out all these numbers and their meanings for ever i rub out your thing police forever for eve are i rub out the words of bail and bond and zero fill accident and or accent forever i rub out the formulas of mugshot and handler Oppenheimer gynaecological-barbie forever you'll find destiny is written in your heart sands julian in heaven angels hell jean harlow in my dream help me rub out their words forever storm hits san jacinto bay section i rub out the mugshot zone forever i rub out the mugshot zone watermark forever i rub out all the formulas and directives of the salon holistic this is where emilee sits here forever i rub out that green plushie january forever listen all all all in you i cancel all these horrors forever you cannot take my love with you anywhere you cannot make me reverse this curse that is all all all wordstar inky forever in fury infused with the old man of the mountain there met norma By this, I don't know if I'm just giving up with this conclusion or resigning myself — or maybe for the first time connecting with reality... Newport beach you already feel it 3.6 richter scale oh babe it aint no lie - done before the ending dry biscuit crumb: _____________________________________ f major, b flat, g six, c major special thanks to james caan _verse five edited by ms grant_____ (two skinny girls streaming release available soon...) _____________________________________ i was born in lucky town where the sky was always blue and i grew up in lucky town it was all i ever knew and i fell in love in lucky town with a girl as sweet as you and i lived with her in lucky town where all our dreams came true yet now this war it took me away where my tears are too many to name and now i can't wait for the day till everything becomes the same the way it was in lucky town the way it was in lucky town the way it was in lucky town the way it was in lucky town10:21pm 6-6-2024
>>>"Now boys don't start your ramblin' round - on this road of sin, are you sorrow-bound?"
LIME POSSET TEN double cream: ___________ The record was released nearly immediately... I wrote that song a few years ago, c major, f major, g major...I always credit James Caan as co-writer, but I don't want to explain it - when i jotted down the notes for actually recording it - it was f sharp minor, E major, C major, A major, Asus2... but, as it turned out more like f /b flat/ g/ c... done quickly on a headphone mix which when heard on laptop speakers made me sick as the drums held a sort of ten k frequency slpash - a rinky dinky sound that took a couple of hours to manage... at that point i couldn't hear what i was doing...i decided to spectral pan the beat and hoped that my instinct (on headphone) had been right concerning the rest of it - of course, being me, right after ritual "meditation" i went in for a second take, this time in the key of A, asus, bsus2, e major 6 (i think) which then breaks into f#m & e but with a flip back note since i liked the sound - again two vocals but this time used parts of either take since i did not pronounce sweet as you in the first take - i had intended to imitate the Andrew Sisters' bugle boy you know that growl... but when i got to it, my main concern was simply escaping into myself and this time the only glitch was guitar volume, but that didn;t take so long to settle - yes i listened to the first (released) version against this new one and even i don't know which one works better...i called the second one lucky town 9, estimating the number of rendered tracks since the first - lime juice and zest : _______________ obviously lime posset ten is only keeping the title and format, but not going for the intricate poetics... as they say, just saying or even js nothing to do with javascript - in the wee hours i envision fbi agents attempting to capture...me? well, maybe it was only a movie memory... in sleep, i dream of several people on the floor, pale, seemingly horny...some are masturbating - two men and several women, perhaps one couple is having intercourse --- i don't feel surprised or even curious, i look at one woman and watch her also take to the floor, alone...i think, to touch herself...there's something of a blur, no distinct faces or features...i awake and think nothing of it except until the following evening, a few hours ago when i felt the scene re-live like an echo in peripheral imagination myself not excited only confounded - i sleep again not getting out of bed and find myself baffled by someone from the supermarket giving a speech about the virgin mary - i don't care if it rains or freezes as long as i got my plastic jesus - dashboard of the dream, i noonish get up almost running from the scene - there's no trust there and it wasn't even in my language - i shampoo my hair with a sudden back pain - street legal set up to take out the trash - imaginary crash into me both hips pain so severe i sit me down - breathe and wonder who or what - when then order kfc, mostly to facilitate recording so as to not worry about fixing a meal or dishes - 1940 a film called he married his wife... it's entertaining enough and of course the thought of wife or married makes me think of emilee, although constantly in my thoughts... 3/4 cup sugar: _______________ yes - i first met suri cruise in LaGuardia when i lived in blue white bathroom with skankbang girls - she's on her way to Carnegie Mellon we wish her all possible success in Pittsburgh but i notice as i ramble through my thinking into words that i haven't mentioned emilee too much here - maybe i am trying to give nine the chance to firm itself to film its motion picture production in its selected locations - the powers that be seemed to pick up and plug into California...myself i cannot say what the side effects will be, i can say it was not my target...volusia the sheriff called it pretty shocking - as holly hills took over chief and captain resigned... mailer told me if you kill a cop in the states point blank you are punk - he didn't mean that in a rocking way - i certainly don't mean or aim to be a punk - but as i pulled the proverbial ring from grenade vest poem my mind whispered, for Mathilda... lando, land ho - singing songs of shady sisters and old time liberty songs of love and songs of death and songs that set men free in any case, it may be that i was overwhelmed by something she said "a metaphor" (i want my hair to go up in flames for the one i love to paradoxically be ignited and extinguished only by their touch to burn and burn and have them catch fire beneath me) "lust and longing" she may be late for i long ago fell into the burning fire down down down as in the song the flames went higher...yet what a nearly perfect poem. perhaps writing here today not wanting to throw my hat in the ring - yes let that be the verse of the day tonight. dry biscuit crumb: _________________ it is no easy job to work a song, i didn't mean to make it sound like it was - i remember in chronicles Dylan "talked" about Man in the Long Black Coat - he mentioned Johnny Cash or Hank Williams...something about the order of the words as if they had been set that way before they were wroted - theirs not his as he is not one to brag...if memory serves... Lucky Town is one of the few of mine that I can't imagine having any other words - that logic of Lost Highway, or Walk the Line and yes that one from Oh Mercy...although for my money it's Ring Them Bells... but I can see why lead off with Political World... all this to say that I'm extremely pleased to share it with emilee.6/7/24 11:47pm
>>>"All these books are published in Heaven..."
LIME POSSET ELEVEN double cream: _______________ down teh street them dogs are barkin, ah no it's a jane's addiction record. one too many more than thoughts and a mirrored emilee try to move in - pay for it - pain for it... trying to not football myself into dreams - do you hear voices, i'll pay you back - don't we all - no idea who might be talking - everybody's talking, way past midnight cowboys, i'm walking here - wonder if i'm being too aggressive in my own fan tah sea - swimming into dreams with the day starting, i find myself dreaming of keira, she had been on my mind yet i wasn't sure why as i wasn't certain about the dreams - vague conversations, alike sitting around speaking without trying for a keeping...in the mid morning, i awake to the sound of a foreign tongue, is it a las tres, or is it ala trez third tine of an antler's beam perhaps allah tress, akbar - but allah is also a woman's name in the cyrilic - i cycle through these thoughts feeling still keira and missing emilee - still, i don't want to crowd her - then and there or here now where readers might decode it as repetition - i can't help it, as she says it how you feel is how you feel about it, paraphrase...yes i could be fiction, make something up to entertain but why should i? do i have to prove anything - no. i daydream, i have a meltdown, what if she wants me to cut my hair, can i really give up pepsi to please her coca cola preference, isn't it bad enough serving skirt...a whole woman would be even more work - - - i get nervous i go right up to the grounds of depression, what am i thinking - i feel like crying - all of it together is overwhelming - smoke, to smoke more that is what i need, but not these, no cough cough - i carve out a plan - i call a taxi to the store still in fear of the previous experiences while sauntering - virgin olive oil, rice, friskies, and a hundred and twenty cigarettes no make that a hundred and sixty - women in tight white dresses glide by on their way to atm - i decide to tip the cashier that said hey instead of the sour faced one that has merged with the register and has become more machine than human - back home, in minutes, but some ghostly hamstring hounds my left leg, i sit in the baby jesus tub letting the heat and pain disperse...who is the disaster, your guess as good as mine - i feel so skinny that i have an extra slice of bread - runaround myself against the dishes - steak with both types of onion - siesta with the end of the film. lime juice and zest : _______________ "They call them cold-blooded killers They say they are heartless and mean But I say this with pride, I once knew Clyde When he was honest and upright and clean. But the laws fooled around and taking him down and locking him up in a cell 'Til he said to me, "I’ll never be free, So I’ll meet a few of them in hell..." man i like pizza and poetry didn't ask to be cuffed slapped and roughed up tackled...funny feeling the aim of stop or i'll shoot circle writing fame not for it to loot no crime or record greasy kid stuff mustang horse not ford around hometown puff still hated the thugs not the thin blue line until recent hugs invading my borderline murder incorporated mop even last week flash light swirl call the tsunami island hop but that thing about my girl well i already said my peace no limit the cost of a slight Volusia voodoo sleaze you know i'm right man i like rock and roll and a movie she didn't ask me to say it or to help serve you see even if pain's gone groovy i know i felt it and the memory does not curve. "Now I'm twenty one years, I might make twenty two And I don't mind dying but for the love of you And if fate should break my stride Then I'll give you my Vincent to ride..." 3/4 cup sugar: _______________ remember this room do I I could close my eyes and paint you a portrait with my big toe at my wedding was I [Music] would you like to order now love is calling us to transform knocked oh my goodness I can't remember anything but us oh stop stalking me she's the smartest thing she knows just what we're talking about man you you you fat Flathead I seem to detect a faint glimmer of juicy insult to you I want to communicate my feelings we're going down to Hillsboro I hear him will you please go down and tell him that he's honking up the wrong tree I think you're a very nasty little boy well goodbye Mama goodbye ladies and gentlemen he's remounting yes he's he's up again Restless as the horses I pronounce a swivel neck I pronounce claim that you two are here by neck and neck they're turning into the stretch gone to the whip it's going wild come on come on almost a picture finished picture dry biscuit crumb: _________________ - i do not rest my case - - economist strayed - -it can some destroy - -any store domestic- -to my season direct - - modesty reaction- -democrats? yes, it's no.- - star demon society- -to consider steamy - - eyes admit consort - -yes red cat moon, sit.- - sister yet a condom - - road notice system - i can't so dry to seem...- -semen card toys to i,- - second story a time.-10:16pm 8th june 2024 https://music.amazon.com/artists/B07SHJZRF6/two-skinny-girls
>>>"Painting isn't an aesthetic operation; it's a form of magic designed as mediator between this strange hostile world and us..."
LIME POSSET TWELVE double cream: _______________nineishpm 9th june 2024
lime juice and zest : _______________
3/4 cup sugar: _______________
dry biscuit crumb: _________________ nine in the evening nine June ...nein Deutsche Schuld. In Momenten von so großer Bedeutung in der Zeitgeschichte können einzelne Menschen nur dann eine bedeutende Rolle spielen, wenn sie als wirklich herausragende... Nuseirat, words i didn't know - i didn't dream perhaps for thinking ahem overthinking - to be perfectly clear, i don't want to be with anyone else - when i speak of Keira or even Alivia, it is still about Emilee...or trying to get to her, in a sense, to understand in another - she's looking at another "artist" i spend the afternoon eating an onion feeling put aside - benny gantz quit, i party with the far right - i want to call putin and ask why not use rohypnol on the entire kiev city ukraine country the news says he was sent by God to stop ww3, uhm world war three tree war world ian said he'd play you shall not pass if not dead dear m, get yourself digitized like brando...i'm looking ahead to four... prison rodents crawling over the inmates' beds - sweeney banana mice story my headphones mace the drowsy feeling smith/simpson against legs - eggs farida eaten up had to be cut out of the python's belly - bounce of tripe type jealousy jet lands in cheated mind facing woman fucking to borrow rave tickets stutter sonic order awake to catfight so i didn't even want to go writing maybe i should shave shit maybe it's the festival was lucky town a hit song... art notes follow: (double cream) put a feeling down so far into my soul that i nearly weep - untitled emilee and a bugged inky with hash not opium tag in headline. (lime juice and zest) emilee nude with archangel necklace and inky "held there by the chain, the unbreakable chain..." (3/4 cup sugar) paolo lombardo - lucifera demon lover has a portrait in it, i was viewing when i decided to overtake it for emilee in a way... Maria Teresa Pietrangeli's only film... hint of fix vein due since i didn't feel so fine - -end of transmission sunday-
translation of german part: ドイツに罪の意識はない。 現代史において 現代史において 個人は 重要な役割を果たすことができるのは 重要な役割を果たすことができるのは 重要な役割を果たすことができる。
>>>"her lips narcotic, my addict eyes ad lib glances..."
LIME POSSET THIRTEEN double cream: I see the word count nearing fifteen hundred - as nine skips ten into eleven, free hornet eq plug in i think i miss but then the email arrives with receipt - in my dream, ironic humour, being only a scene wherein i seen a picture of emilee with a flashing triangle on the lower left corner- earlier someone showing me a basketball saying it is inspired by an orange - meanwhile in the fridge paramount rotting, i notice later... i get up already late in the afternoon - the room humid, my skin icky... and my emotions getting a talking to... look dear feelings, you love her obviously but don't stress worry over a sensation that is beyond your control - could be foes doing those double speak lies - could be they may even be trying to get her to see you as her enemy - worst case scenario jealousy marry me too or i will cc rider dreams fading under the tragedy elvis concert starts... i take up the job to remake the wordstar index html using sea harvest, newsy css, and video - it had been for a new artistic idea page, but i liked it too much details going into nearly nine in the evening - i make pasta watch obsession otherwise known as the hidden room - the puppy reminds me of bijoux - so at this point too much for a short story, about a novella, but in continuation, a novel if edited... I've used the word love sixty two times, it seems both too much and not enough. lime juice and zest : ________________ sacredness yet wearied outlets guesses writing guesses writing... grew souls ashamed to admit such contradictions elephants call each other by name, my only job is to write her name on my arm and worship her beauty starved fancy as in not even hungry immature laugh in the sky’s brute foundations claims bully Never could ludicrous waking walking 74th street this is ludicrous so alone anya hit my recall complained actors lack their lives nothing felt vaguely glad caravans tramp through past and judgments whore a woman does anything in light of the deeds where instead men are studs hideous and silly reluctance to to camera came his fear Amidst this chaos in real life void of direction and touch boasted science the crow by numbers he didn't want to count he didn't want freedom only the consistency of emilee even if she pretended owlish reference of their present thoughts yet he also wanted illusion and to dabble in things inward or outward at literary stances cultivated through desolation which felt to him unfair to kitten itself even trying to say it was alright and so he apologized. 3/4 cup sugar: _______________ improbability blasted harmony like prodigies of a bidding of chaos. of chaos. she's hid and then here - excitement barbaric the gardens. the gardens. i am aimless without her of rare and delicate yet i cannot ask for anything realms where delusion here display cut-up lovecraft fold in gates and domes it threw away the truth better to lie than say even if she leaves me i will remain, like these words - or worse - worst wife ever... already an old myth absurd because irony vague instincts which they in bed tried to live with her saying i'm worth it - gentle like a church endeared he had flowers in his inferno burning fine as if a drug faery all his literal fact secrets and culture. all the visions. wise to wait wise to dissent when shrieked of ears a misplaced seriousness the semen delicate and amazing a mindless universe veiled the growth away from itself, so that is unconditional love without murder now he was nearly certain her love could kill him but how did he know he was not already dead... dry biscuit crumb: _________________ - i do not rest my case - - date story comes in - -static someone dry- -so Monday it secret- -does it escort many - - dementia cross toy- -scored a testimony.- - secretion today ms- - some crayoned tits - - most easy doctrine - -screen it may stood.- - centers dismay too - -so to trees dynamic - most cosy retained...- -cassette in my door,- - mind roots eyes cat.- 2:02am 6/11/2025
>>>"space was limited and it was no easy task..."
LIME POSSET FOURTEEN double cream: ___________ (the won- derful urge... the cars are playing you might think i'm crazy - all i want is you...steak like codeine, draw in the drowsy hardy francoise now the afterlife the oldest man in America passed away i passed through the memory 111th street francoise, francoise... little blonde woman shouting me down a case of mistaken identification papers it just always seemed an easier walk than 110th young at heart survive til a hundred and five if...) lime juice and zest : ________________ welcome to annexia sign how do we know you are really a writer, write something - yes, write something - i turn to face my dreams, but there's a man hammering through the standing walls, taking my mind into curves i cannot turn... making my body feel as if outside and under sun i get up like a white moon through grey clouds - late in the after nobody noon, soon a cigarette, some more coffee... how many times have i done this - vision of the sight before the clatter noise claimed imagination - yes, i was dream dream dreaming but not alone as i felt myself with emilee...not that i could see her yet by my side...a spiritual irony, i suppose - then i'm facing both keira and ashley - missing london, have i become england... as if someone reading had merged words into a raid - or the dark crystal idea insisting we restore balance to thra by taking down the skeksis - welcome to annexia, yes, welcome to annexia... yet presently my personal hero's journey only involves proving to emilee that i'm faithfully waiting even asleep, yet in the dream as if entering a surreal circus i race with one of these women through a rising and lowering series of steps, steps of silk - I've already gone the distance we celebrate now thumb sized the ant's a centaur in his dragon kingdom - i can't imagine what it meant, dream not canto line - from gulliver's reverie i get up a coughy irritation throat i can't tell if it;s ive fang as it had been similar once upon a time or if i'm still haunted by the crown choker actually called queen necklace... emilee are you - emilee is it - nine in the morning i look at the index code website update play a bit brew smoke calm neck - and return to no dream for banging. i turn to face my cat further apology, but he seems to understand. i turn to face my self finding only love's desire for emilee...all i know is that i miss you and i feel safe in your arms. sing sing sing repeats as i type the transmission. twelve June twenty four. (lucy stood with selma and oversized puppy charlie said see son i run with the big dogs) 3/4 cup sugar: ____________ strove to wonder the myth sketched; sighed human events to hurry reason and purpose dreams find every knew consistency or inconsistency. standard instead toward the new-found he had flowers in his secrets riders on the storm speak in secret alphabet justice beauty yet spiritual visitation even stales if stolen by the shrieked sound removing vision confrontations reigned devoid how empty they must be albeit he alone is alone veined glimpse His new novel was dedicated to emilee before dedication's note. dry biscuit crumb: _________________ do i even exist without you, a question answers itself, i do not. 2:16am 6/12/2025
>>>"Something very wrong with that horse...."
LIME POSSET FIFTEEN double cream: ____________ aluminum foil taped windows, the writer, by way of avoiding sunlight, covered the glass. a strand of the masking tape, from humidity one expected, had freed itself. Perhaps, trying to feed itself, a cockroach got caught upon it... he discarded both with a flick of the wrist. fires in Kuwait and Dublin... was it still flick, or did one need to say flix...the artifice girl... his dreams felt artificial - a square hamburger pulled out from magazine pages - speckled with cheese - three men squareheaded and unfriendly, he awoke to three men bringing in the food order, gouda missing -- much later herny winkler standing in front of three Irishmen... but nobody could answer the simple question of why the hell did the lone ranger continue to roam around on silver...all right, help out a few folks here and there but to carry on, why that is plainly psychotic - kemo sabe prolly still out there somewhere - hi oh...away...clorox as in bleach room clean - chicken dinner - octopuss gimmick thanks lucy - regards to elvis... except it led directly to further domain source code work - watering the plants - makeshift air conditioner ice behind fan - the obituary party went on without him - he had promised emilee - yet her her homonym in obituaries made him wonder... emily alice evans, emily haskell, emily dreas, emily gallo, emily dorrin, and further from the five; emilia teixeira... all in the past day passing away... is this how married life goes? lime juice and zest : ________________ peerless yet aimless pains cosmos with him recalls the time put placing a nail in the wall when moving in and feeling that weirdness nauseous legs, was it then the place itself... War stirred the souls. sophistication had bustle its freedom pretended usefulness fancying them dimensions. yet idiosyncrasy and reluctance as the gods once knew make earthly antidote he carries on smoothly grinds evenly events every into it; yet once in a while jealousy the possessive type, sin celos no hay amor - whose finer details have no outlets inside her question you don't love me you only want to fuck - unrest thinks of brute foundations gone before cave man they both knew it wasn't true although he did want a slow and overwhelmingly twilight screw... lovely philosophers had stale mate look love i lay my head between your legs if you want to simply snap my neck with the length of your thoughts it seemed to be her thing to test him, to pose sometimes impossible full irony find travel talk what ifs excitement barbaric frailty no this was worse but by now he could not disappoint her or her expectations reason and purpose. he was her consistency 3/4 cup sugar: _______________ her eyes glance at him now hovering over the note app as he types, he glances neither of them having seen glee, yet feeling the sensation - suddenly he thinks of the roadway sign of gatsby the great yet he is not certain why - he's too many people, if he is any good - fitzgerald on writers - dragged down Instead of satisfaction zelda up in flames he didn't want to be so many or so much graceful attachment to the most beautiful girl he had seen yes, he had even gone against his own instinct -write about something else, give the people what they want - in the end he decided his path saying what about what i want - she was a people pleaser too but unlike him not yet so hardened and mistrustful even if she had moved in and coke replaced pepsi to taste respect could he tell - breathless expectancy admit it now, he was too way far gone to be any good for her the real awkwardness from ancient cities turned to visions of tears impulse with emotions of no escape from either of their natures inward these two caravans veined her how emptily scientific his high so filled and obligations what was obligatory... then the question was would he give up writing and music and the visual arts all for the sake of showing her she was enough... except it had already transpired the answer comes before the question easily a day and night at her side then another needing nothing else and no other... dry biscuit crumb: _________________ glory be facially as i rioted clitoris ai fly adored by a leg readability goes of lyrical diabolically or firey gates a gorilla's beefy cordiality obesity if a large icy dollar logically if a dear sobriety barefacedly agility or soil godliest fairy aerobically radically gooey it barflies solitary i blearily face god tragically easier if bloodier beadily orgiastic of really sagely diabolic of literary6:05am 13th june 2024
>>>"I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become...."
pre lime posset sixteen notes ____________________________ ____________________________ thirteen June an hour after going to sleep i dream of hearing some disturbance beyond my room... there's money in there - the words slow and viciously excited ring in my ear - a crowd in living room someone tells me that other people had broken in - i look at the yet how door not even thinking of the locks on the adjacent gate - it is twisted, carved in at the bolt mechanism - a woman approaches I know you I say from an office job I never had - realizing I am not fully dressed i go to my clothing room for ready to wear but there is a man there moving things around - the cat is there as well- nobody can touch these things, i have a very precise system - he pulls out a cd and puts it into a player that i do not have - I say that stereo has no speakers - no hay banda, yet a sort of jazz blazes through I look at a statue that I also do not have - it's faith and she's kissing some boy, in front of them another statue and it's tilly and she's saying I've never done this, also becoming intimate - someone darts out from beside me it's my cousin, reportedly homosexual but I've not seen proof - he grabs and pulls my wrist, i wriggle away - writing now recall smacking him with a belt - well, we were kids, imagine giving up a medical career to suck dick or take it up the ass - surely it would kill Adolfo his father one of my uncles retro alpha male military personality never served still freeloading on salute alone, i suppose - i'm still a kid, how did life get so serious - i walk the few steps of the inner hallway back to main living room where they are replacing furniture, it looks nice but what does it all mean... as i ponder the question, i get up half thankful that it was a dream and half wondering what emilee might be doing - i suspect she's with Alivia or perhaps worried over her little sister - prayed to the lord for a loving mother or blonde hair...has the latter,,, letter someone urging me to write this all down - and i agree but I've had this sort of scene before except without faith or tilly - and certainly without daydreaming that emilee is giving me head - you married a whore! a dirty little whore! diseased whore! whoa, for all i know she is a virgin - people will talk, libel slander et cetera - me i'm happy that usually the writing occupation ain't sexualized... one simply sits there type tap type tap nothing sexy about it - unlike say music or painting which indeed might be pretty sensual... abortion pill nine to zero reform bill in Argentina approved - i look at the news to see if there are other reasons why sleep interrupted, buzzsprout deleted podcast actually a stones cover... they sure give a lot of warnings - gloria's souls craves intimacy... monika asking if i have seen her jogging, looking for a nsa partner...i can only think of beate hopefully they will release her - Jayla says it has all led to this... friend with benefit... melina loves me loves "us" together remember, from starbucks - actually never sat at one... visited one on the east side the time me and mom had to pee and it was the only place i could think of... alice sends nude pictures tongue out tattoo on thigh sigh, zolaxx does not see how i am single, obviously hasn't received the wedding invitation - anonymous tits out if my left leg is thanksgiving and my right leg is xmas why don't i come between holidays... omfg, and christin is stepping up her "game" - there's not a twitch in my cock over all these messages - not with emilee in my thoughts - when they informed mae west that ten men were at her door, she said, send one away i'm feeling a bit tired... i'm not weary, yet the only message i want is from ms grant - let's see then, ah yes, return to sleep, to dream other dreams.11:11am 13 June 2024
LIME POSSET SIXTEEN double cream: ____________ Bridge well, it is not a matter of indifference - i might be attracted but the knowledge that i am in love overpowers any other intent - heavy work here in the school. You have no tenderness for anything except Ukraine... my resistance; to settle on a web design feuds - you think capable no i will not memorize html code what the hell for - separating me from you, no one does - and that’s why stack overflow... i hope it's true that africans can't read - otherwise the whole continent will join the kremlin in the march into kiev... quarrel with her to a crisis, how is this a love letter to me into account; providing me the look a like teller she gives me a penny - i'm walking down that reach into pocket realizing I should have a roll of cents - return to what prepared a riot fling me correction advantageous they beg my apology but that whole go downtown back and forth named the raid yet deceiving so your dreams don't vanish in the air yourself in everything, disappearing... a sort of purgatory tightly compressed and yet, it's heavenly with ms grant - who goes so far as to say it wasn't a daydream and that our union is consummated ahem, freedom franklin is dead. lime juice and zest : ________________ dateline new Zealand, when my astrologer suggested, (with a hint of enthusiasm) that I should go outside, I never expected to find myself on the other side of the world...Is it actually legal for a teenage girl to deliver pizza on the heels of the cutiekim delivery vulgarity? So, I'm dream walking with the astrologer but it is so calming and peaceful that there is really nothing to report, or how do you translate a sigh... i dream of other girls, but it is as if emilee has allowed me, perhaps for the sake of avoiding the label of being possessive, to see some other faces...it is all pretty quick and very much platonic - the only one that was different was dreaming of Havana topless - actually posted a see through Instagram post captioned something alike it made me feel euphoric...well before euphoria home box officed...she was walking down the street, but like gif not irl therein a superimposed man also topless appears to be snatching the chain that is yet attached to her neck - it leads to an argument, someone accusing me of imitating lennon...in the dream i start singing instant karma with a horrible tone as if i am being squeezed...so my holiday is not complete...if a man rides in an elevator with Shirley Horn, he should not ever have to sound like that - horny cats in heat make more melodious lines...in another dream i speak to sir Mick or rather listen quietly while he makes a recommendation - middle of the night film, as if Kim Novak is introducing the age of aquarius...but it also a film that makes anyone feel they were born in the wrong time and place - a silent frenzy, which has obviously only gotten more drastic and more silent with each passing decade... i sign up to cosmos,so - however haunted by the ello.co fiasco - so, co, you see it rhymes... hopefully it will work out... rex Harrison and carole landis did not work out - i watch behind green lights, almost witty yet learning of her unaliving herself makes me wonder, her family insists rex had a hand in it and that she was extremely happy right before even planning her travel overseas for a film production... of course, i have nothing to say on the subject, except it is queer that he was the last person with her and the one to "find" her telling the maid downstairs of the death upstairs before climbing up the steps... in any case, he made a few films about spirits - i suppose to claim a lyric was given to me by lennon would sound unusual yet i stand by "easter" and I've heard jerry Garcia say matter of factly that ancient verses of songs floated into his mind while standing there strumming - this doesn't mean he is pretending to be Elizabeth cotton, it simply happened - he wasn't in command of those spirits and my awful rendition in dream was the sarcasm in me reminding whoever that i am not in the practice of summoning inspiration as if making a phone call or posing as any of the greats that have influenced my way of making music - et cetera.. you're not my type, typo in left ear - Havana is the only muse i feel i have never been with - i wake up each day of these two dream scenes reaching for emilee - 3/4 cup sugar: _______________ I'm pouring sugar into the milk and coffee, asking myself when did I sign up for cock acupuncture? Suddenly, envision Lucy Hale with a voodoo doll in my likeness - poking the pins into the plastic penis - I make my way into Instagram hoping for truce but instead I find that I have missed her birthday... My defense turns into, yes it was attraction and yes it is admiration but some of that was feeding off my love for Emilee Grant...It would not be fair to you, nearly a movie star! To be a runner up... No, no - let me finish getting you out of this typecasting and then we can continue this conversation, don't hurt me, I'm a real live fan...Even if I wroted an opera, I would not call the monologue songs arias, let's be friends. It's no use, she has a one-way mind to bend mine into her way of thinking - You weren't thinking about Emilee when I got you so hard it hurt, were you? Lookit that was months ago I was still trying to - I didn't understand everything the way I do now, please be happy for me... all right but i'm keeping the doll so if you break your promise to be my friend there'll be no hesitation on my part to put the pins back in even deeper... dry biscuit crumb: _________________ (All of Russia) What you looking at? You all a bunch of fuckin’ assholes. You know why? You don’t have the guts to be what you wanna be. You need people like me. (The nation stands up with help from China, Turkey, and Syria... and starts walking slowly to the exit...) You need people like me, so you can point your fuckin’ fingers and say, “That’s the bad guy.” So, what that make you? Good? You’re not good. You just know how to hide. How to lie. Me, I don’t have that problem. Me, I always tell the truth. Even when I lie. So, say goodnight to the bad guy! Go on. The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you. Come on, make way for the bad guy... 1:38am 15 June 2024
sweet sixteen- two skinny girls...
LIME POSSET SIXTEEN EPILOGUE double cream: ___________ (if you've only glanced at the stone scripted version of that film, do yourself and see the one from 1930s...) i feel i am home, meaning 3k, some sort of date, a nice girl, after a while i think of luiza - perhaps something to do with bar louie... but that might be because i'm always thinking of emilee - in the dream, some men from distant past are looking at me, most likely for the girl - one of them wearing a western styled cowboy shirt which i commentize - yet while i;m talking the girl leaves - another girl tells me the direction of her steps - so it is not home, a cafe a figaro place from the village or paris so maybe it is lumani - a voice so unique i cannot believe it is real i even thought to deal when i had no emilee meal months ago the steal i tell the information girl to pass along a message for the waiter, i didn't skip out on the bill and will return to settle it - now it looks as if i;ve crossed onto central park west - i catch up to her and she says she decided to go to some job was it a hotel - for chance of money - i hand her a hard cover book and magazine - you left the gift i gave you and she takes them all while joining a girlfriend - as i turn back i awake overwhelmed by the noon day heat - so much so that i forget all the details until i seduce their memory by some casual magic you know abracadabra but i could have easily kept wondering why it was a very good year was playing in my mind - blue blooded girls of independent means balcony to battle gets of people airline slamming Hawaii exist stay burning second forever sentenced fire in the vagina avery busted in north carolina sehorn five hundred drinks has case after pond narrative pumps you dysfunctional enviorment elderly woman out knocked los angeles how much waffle house... what was monsieur lambert trying to say to me in the other scene i missed we the nearsighted i say to myself at least i didn;t have to wield a sword the ends saying there can be only splash pad - long about a Saturday night splish - for twenty dollars you can get one too, here "quoteing" Skynyrd - you know that other song i could write a book well in my case two... lime juice and zest : ---------------------------- (i myself am still enchanted by Ann Dvorak...Karen Morley...) substances unequal inside the magnets pulling through divides gem sides marked natives attempting to time travel back before genocide and rename their tribes alike Ukraine nitpicker insists africans can indeed read smh. lol. When you're layin' in an alley with your head blown off, maybe you'll learn how this business ought to be run. i swim to the florida keys pick up the memory, pounding the pavement Seven of 'em. Lined up against a wall. Mowed down just like that. They didn't have a chance. Now, that one looks Jewish And that one's a coon Who let all this riffraff into the room? Nice little thug. He give 'em a writ of hocus pocus. i had the steak and rice from the freezer - onions melted, anya reminding me how good it used to be... You're a butcher! That's what you are! You're a butcher! Abyssinia, baby! i put a five spot on the extra fan - grifters and crumbs have put placed the breeze in the big house the kind of heat that could cover you in a Chicago overcoat back then a Cadillac was what we'd call an ounce of cocaine - you and me both think of a kilo or a couple of them they got squat i make tracks within the poetry link word to kill off the cob nitwittery let me put my meathooks all over that looker grant emilee we'll have a ring a ding ding i hitchhike up to central florida but someone must be on the jiggle juice "Mcdonald's employee fucked like a slut" someone says making burgers and fucking, that is all cunts are good for - i wonder what their opinion of men might be... down the river of golden dreams they won't let me 1930s even if only bumping gums take off my hoosegows and socks double check the locks. 3/4 cup sugar: _______________ she had a whip, her eyes were blue yet sometimes sea green by turns of light hazel switch, pictures wall was conducting 'i used to have a perfect sweet- heart - not a real one just a dream' reflection. reached the street indistinctly in the dark¬ humid heat still trying to be an assistant appearing visibly but fuller in the face, she could switch again, concealed behind his back, But you look quite different... no, i don't even want to get into the scales, rather hard and rough this sun, i'm a gentle night soul - 'why should we spend money on a show or two? no one does those love scenes exctly like you' a moment, left palm twitch she achieved what had proved impossible already late he wanted it, hearing her sound he was bound to that bed yet for painful he declined alarmed then insisting it was incomprehensible together telling him her story, yes in red for pure truth reclined he had to choose with electricity she was so beautiful, the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen... dry biscuit crumb: _________________ (all the other countries above the equator) look at me, a man always got to know whether he's got it or not. I got plenty. I got house. I got automobile. I got nice a girl. I got a stomach trouble, too. Well, she was a pretty good party? Next week, I'm going to give the party which the boys ain't never seen nothing like it before. We'll have much more music, much more girls, much more everything. Everybody, should say, "Ah Big Louie, he sit on top of the world!"?2:00am 16 June 2024
>>>"Big Jim says the second comin's comin' I think he must seein' double or something...."
weird, you know, i hardly ever felt such an inclination to write, type - yesterday - as i searched for the dream note which would or does appear in what turns out to be the last double cream...lime posset... the writing software (which i started using after the incident with tab iron butterfly at index) -notepad- went haywire, saving every tab i had opened since the recording of exile's letter... well, asking if i wanted to make changes or save...that sort of thing...so by the time i got to it, the enthusiasm well, like the way the porter explained 'drink' leads to lechery...provoking the desire yet taking away the performance - my drink was no libation - only the unexpected turn of technology - all this and the rising temperature, got me thinking, let it go the way it stands - i will pour in more notes elsewhere at another time - place... space, the final frontier oh wait i don't want to boldly go - meanwhile setting up some art wordstar.nexus/δίπτυχα it's sort of pronounced ziptych...i had been thinking triptych...the eyes have it... although it sure feels like some people don't enjoy the fact that i am a visual artist - "The void and the vista the fugitives gone I'll see you there at the Hotel Vast Horizon All them authorizations we must have missed are just the dictions dissolving when we kissed"... still some of it as godly good as that whitley tune - i clean up kitchen even laundry and self watch ten cents a dance - 1931 with leftovers and lettuce, feeling a bit like bradley carlton nothing but everything for barbara o'neill in this case grant the emilee - in a crowded dream i saunter nearer to her, she turns, it's as if seeing her face for the first time - but it's always that way - i inhale, taking in the brightness she exhales, 'i knew you would wait for me'eleventh hour fare thee well sixteen june twenty twenty four
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