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and that is how it mostly goes, bang in the middle of the night till i realize tis only a cat, trying to hit the invisible man outside...
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i'm inhaling something that feels like cold water brought to boil and set to sea at steams length, i'm dreaming something that looks like shadowboxes on horizon lines, put your hand inside and see what you can feel i say, does it cut does it tear, or wrap around and hold down like so many things. sugar. bitters. water for tears. sometimes chocolate melts and i can go tip to tongue in the blink of an eye,
sometimes the past comes back and repeats after rinsing, after pretense, after the guard has all gone home for a bit.
and
i think that is less than what it calls for and more than what it is worth when walk aways won't be left alone and seasalt comes in by the truckload. trip down tick off and waste away to block block banter ignore, release something or hold tight to nothing, tis all in the way the wind blows and the way the mind owes, or thinks it does when words are caught up and turned around and betrayls are had, tis too much for my head when i am doing my best to breath in lightly and watch my belly button disappear with each day of scarification,
still i can feel the rain in the air, it wants to land, it wishes to make sweet purchase of my skin and i've left my umbrella in the care of the bunny i speak to, to show to, the one i wish to bring things to, like stones, so i must consent...
and hope that this time,
everything is what it seems, and we don't get lost in these pipe dreams....
someone hold out,
we've got hours and counting
change
like channels and skip to my [lu] my dahrlin
snap.
this spin off's gone empty.

]]> https://www.happyrobot.net/words/remote_control_juice.asp?id=6459 back,
from gone
inhale oxy downfall
still they make me stay on rest
for four to six
words are caught up into some hazy diatribble,
and i've got a flight to meet
me
in the morning
after incision decision horizon
time to go go go
so knitting and purling and hoping and wishful glancing
and application summation
reverse roles and inhale
its just a string
with a thing attached

and i've got a head start on sally.]]> https://www.happyrobot.net/words/remote_control_juice.asp?id=5439 i sit so convinced i am smarter than the rest.
i write notes to strangers and flirt with the binary left tho of center you will find the cerebral cortex seducing medulla and leaving me along the wayside in favor of yesterday's tea and tomorrow's cigarettes. i pretend to be solid in this, not to let it bother me, live a little, lie a little, ignore a red icon and obvious shut eye. hush little darlin don't say a word, mammas gonna by you a mocking bird. crow. robin. red breast. rewind. pantomime. phantom sugar sucks dropped in a bottle of c2, what do i say?


penis envy.
i'll laugh till i hurt. i'll cry till my eyes fall just short of south and then.. i'll capture the flag and frame it so i don't forget what its like to be forgotten. close friends speaking listening and its unrelated i suppose or at least i try to keep it that way, clean lines till i ask...is it ok? and am told ouiouioui all the way home, but he said he needed to speak with you and then went off on some ting about it.. which means only a few things to cipher code ten. and i'll sigh and boughs will break and the electric currents taste like cherries clichéd and made red, fuchsia shadow boxers traced on my lips. and its not that it matters in the grand scheme of things, its just i don't like going cold turkey.


i took off that day.
i left town that day, i cried into a hypo-allergenic pillow that morning because more than anything i wanted to skip town and run run run over channels run over train tracks run over life lines and make something else go boom. correct me if i am wrong, but that's a paradise of the fourth degree. never escaping always changing, held up so close to the lite bright night light and i can't sleep these days for fear i'll dream... about sleeping snoring. seething soaring, flipping the last tick trick tock and crossing the red and blue wires, not doppelgangers. posted. to a far away place, knitted uneven. 37 not 36. high high high ho it's off to work i go. and i know i should never let an exe be a boss. i read the news with a half red eye, and notice that another bites the dust. the greats are leaving. HST. always made my writing messy but taught me to live life like i dreamt it. caught in the back ally way like that deal gone down bad.


hack.
i am.


still, i sit so convinced i am smarter than the rest.]]>