Quel que chose? Ques que c'est, s'il vous plait, oui oui. Aggravated assault program deficit, felicitated consequential extraterrestrial compounded fractions directly assertative of the cralitine fracturous incentive of the ininth twentieth. Extensively permissive of partitioning factions of fractitional excerbations of bactoral degreees of fictiscious insidious sidings. Whiling away the nothingness with somethingness, and the big wall is still there, holding strong 'course, you can jump over that damn wall if yu want tah yeaaaaaaaahhhh i think i will

By and by, these words they fly, off my mind' eye, onto the tongue of the tips of my fingers.... Filling and fussy, fucking pist off and dusty; krawling and spewing and s=drooling and gruel for breakfast oh gee oh my, what to do, the delimma is [a thing] that[might be a thing] or [other things] BRING;;;;;;; BRING ALONG ALL YER FRIENDS, RALLY ROUND THE TENT MY FRIEND, INTO THE NIGHT WE MAY GO, AND OFF THROUGH THE STAR SPECKLED SKY WE MAY FLOAT. INTO THE NIGHT, INTO THE SKY, OFF THROUGH THE FLYING EVER SKY-Y, INTO THE NIGHT, WE MAY FLY, INTO THE NIGHT AND FOREVER WEI'LL DIEEEEEE, OHH MY, OH ME, GOLLY GEE, OH MY, OH ME, GOLLY GEE..... DOWN UP INSIDE OUTSIDE FROWN UPSIDE DOWN, FICK AND FUTER, FUSTERED, FUMBLED FIMBLED HIS WAY THROUGH, GOT TO THE [NEW] ROAD] GOT THROUGH THE HOOP, FINALIZED HIS PLANS TO BEAT, COME ALONG AND SHUFF' YO FEET MY FRIEND MY FRIEND HAVE WE GONE DOWN, DWN TO THE BIVER OF NO BAH-TUM, SOWN AND INK AND ROUND WE GO, FOLLOW THE SINKING HOLE TO BUFFALO, AND CAN YOU BE THE GRAVIOUS FREE, THE HOLLOW AND MEEK, THE EXPERT AND CREEP, CAN YOU BE SO HOLLOW AND MEEK, MINTED AND FREAKED, SUFFERING DEEP-LY, CAN YOU BE SO INSINCERE, LOST IN FEAR AND GROWING NEARRR, CAN YOU HEAR THE NEAREST PIER? CAN WE SWALLOW OUR FEARS AND BE, BUT LUMBERING IN AND LUMBERING DEEP-LY WE HEAR SEA LIFE, FOLLOW YOUR WHALE

The things I have done, the places I "have been", are all a mystery to me. Vague, vague. Is this how everyone's memory works? Or do I just not care about it all?
I believe that it pains me to remember many of the actions of my person before this period of my life in minnesota. Even this current period I probably dislike.
Is this growing? Or is this just floating?
Sometimes I get down. When I hear the things people say, that just don't seem to matter, yet they continue on, day after day, saying and doing these things...I don't understand how they can be happy?
I am quiet. I don't have much to say for myself these days. I take the time to watch bugs and squirrels and cats and dogs.
People's eyes are strange. People's eyes seem empty or full of pain. I don't like talking to people. It is usually very uncomfortable. And I feel tense and awkward. As if I have to prove something to them, or to myself.

That's all. These are probably just passing feelings.

drickle is the move the form we found by
the smooth sleigh shivers down the back of a tremor
trickling down the heat, the sweet sweet serenity?
kept in a box for naught to touch for graves
krect in the lect, the dialect speck, the kreeping krawling derelict

kelling, corsunding, fortunding and kesterdunding.

I am a belligerent smile east of the nile, kurvacious infinitive.
I am the crawling dewy hands of yore
the multitudious core
the backhandling of disenfranchised merchandising the cliffy siding

Oh fork of the money, oh fork of soon, fork too plenty your hefty desserenty

Krell
Spacial fell
Felling the tree, kneading the mead, peeping over the hedge like you were meant to be there but you chose your thought and you got lost, fortutitious hunder.

Hunger like the bird, eye in the sky is fike and furl

Fust and must and oh you must but musn;t you?

I am finding surly plenty and men meaty by the marketside. Wintery teeth shining threw new brackets through old tractors ready to spew out the silvery dust.

Humped over the wall, back of your fall seemed too grave to enslave it was all but a dream.

Hike down to a river bed, let rest your hand in the cold water, press your face to your hands, now wet and cold and a deer raises its head to view

Hello now pocket foul peppy fur, furry pep. Left and dip down inside, Left and down the river we go, current floating us to our destinations, our lost in translations

hurry now go on to it

cape, of the honed type which we keep gnats in.
frying bugs in small pans with the hope of cheese
planting minute minuscule receptacles

reaching unbroken terrain, all in the sprain of our necks
necking the creak falling the steep sprawling
the weeping willow tree

white but under sight of breath we can hear the teth,
the tethered rinds of yesteryear's gears

night falls we are but kin
we dare not grin to break our silence
the sheets are wet, damp beneath fallen hair.

seething through cracked plastic ignite your rendering wishful thinking you could hear but not talk.
and the mop, the top hat torture, the keeping of scintillating exposure to the elements, the wrack-stocking of certain pediments, the alignment of clouds and claustrophobic nightmares, but the homes you proud can call in your creaturish fears, your nightmare on wheels, your kandescent bulbs with beards.

hope-stopping we keep running we keep shearing our way through brambles, bushes of fleshy furs, furish muirs great galloping help-croppng durs.

Wepolishour boots of frost covered loot or gargantuous friggatomous rexious bleches, our carnal reckoning, our feet find freckling in the sand the hope dropping land the cantilous peering of waves on the shore and you're asking for more but you can't remember the name of such dark blue surf/

heard on a nurf,aflash of light

downtroddenand disengaged, disenragedand disbehaved you raven you hawklike remembrance, you kick of embers you fire enlighter you kip of a star liar.

tightroped it down the line, welting on packs of pure lime, stumps of grind and woe beholden travellers

the deck below was dank and full of mush. twas all we could do but to keep hush but the bubbling tide forgave us our misguided eyes turned away from the stride of your bare backed hide your strong and elegant thighs.

pecking order high above strourder, tick tipping over the side the rush of water too powerful to ignore.

hellish grin yeah it's a fucking sin you know.

hake for the taking, retribution elating and strong arms and strong minds relish in the tides the cordovian line.

hurrayshian murer, dipe hended and transferrable.

lepp me be known your a tark mend in the unhown, lype to renewal the surface fuel could hold men of trilliational task riders.

I cannot remember a time before all was taken. nature and beauty and human beings as one
Fractured now

revelinthe words your hards concerning death discerning between you.
hard boiled eggs with multiple heads/ cake and turnips strewn on the drive
home you were best written, a tiny kitten, a pestulance to dive

lost thought. morning not. tupperware taught. kimmie saught. sweat straught.

nauuuuught

hello children of the fourth dimension.

Kept Unkempt Keeping

A-Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha.

Ah yes. Yes I do know how to use a keyboard. Don't get your hopes up.

Hippo-rhinoceros fangs, Bicks-A-Flick-Flicking--eeh...Not so good, no not so good.

There's crumbs under my keyboard they make it hard to type lightly now i have to jam them down and it makes for more of a vicious mined entropy, you see.
I know you see.
Keeping cardinal red under our beds we can bring out our limes and our lights and shine it on you, you know.
We can bring the tentacles out of our dreams and drain you of your spit and suck out your molecules, you know.
If only our tentacles had that power, no, nye, they just really want to but maybe if they tried it could happen for them.
Yes.
Yes indeed.
Now, for the rest of you, I'm going to serve custard pie, right straight out of the oven, hot hot hot burn your mouths on it don't fight it just ---Bike,
brigde,
fall,
stall.
Okay. end of chapter 1.

On to chapter 20--anyone have any booze? Any mursh mash to mish smash in my dish dash? Anyone? Anyone?

Now to type of the correct order it must be unerstood that the beginning began long ago tthe depths retraining eyes were forgiven btu their thighs were not, no, their thighhs were turned inside out by a tip in the night you see, a big blip in the skyburbs, pite tight retrewing, kemming eep flowing curk, wurk, no no no n on .
mighty high above fly shoes they began their wave to the mainland the girth unhooked ready t ismount we took our steeds to the barn

Okay eyes high in the wind the birds flew the muscles drew their breaths and we coudld watch with a testiness in our lips with mighty hieghts and testiments to sip we turned our backs and drank our drinks all to a few sparrows in the trees who gladly took their books behind them and stewed up something no one could mind them they were undone they were practical and frighteningly slow they were determine to show their existence they began a slow flight downward from time to time to sip from the mine that was our souls they had to replenish their thoughts with those of others they were indescripit.

twin tones

Ah yeah.
Can't hear my own voice so well there'salot of people trying to talk, to oneanother,tome..
it's hard to find a quiet place and not be lonely there,
my senses are touchy and kind of full
my stomach doesn't know what it wants to feel better
bottomless pit
people want to always spy on you when you're making something it's hard to get stuff done that way
I'm worried my rats are unhappy but they are a handful to watch especially when you feel a little sick in the stomach and when your head feels a little too small for your brains and when you wake up in the middle of the night and wonder how you're stuck in this body that is "yours". my eyes must be wiser than i thought.

sick soches, murchant wily wicker baskets. tangly old beards

tin cans folding chairs
cauliflower
pist purpose
natural dentist, loud banglers beginning to frond, parsnips and parched mouths, partaking in unnamed earth nires. nightflowers find their way home, dresses coming updone, leaving trails of thread from the unravelings all the way down the road.
they could hear you while you breathed you were but a dot in the universe but you could even have dreams you could even sight the nearest tree with your eyes closed, unheard of in all the world.

sumption is cupped hands, rain-dew drunk few, lots of spit flying all around hot breaths begging rest, do they find that it helps them?

kan you keep the kups klean? or is that just something you don't do.
you knew you were new
now it's a sum from this old cantelope smile

twentytwothousandfourhundredandninetynine

An, yep, twas the night before christmas oh gimme a break..jees forchrissake..

Kah kah kah kahgoing bird in the night twice reminiscent of it's plight to the fir tree and back between, knees of fire of stainless steel crass begotten behind the wheel we FOUND YOU! proclaiming into the darkness and stars surrounding should give off their brightness OH NO we should have found the ship by now ITS TOO LATE we're coming on daybreak and what have we found NOTHING treacherous wasteland give me your badlands your broken bones stands. Up on the cliff we can see far and wide but nye, or ship be losten to the great She. and now nothing but drear, gloom, and tears, yes doomed to die here on this shaky pier where the winds always fierce blow you to shingles and never will you be heard again on this great round sphere

and that's what came out of her mind's ear, you see, we've been slaven to her salty tears for years and years and we'll die with her, you see, yes, you'nt understand it only they who are strung to her side by boundless string invisible to the eye
always attached to her great thigh we are forever trapped in a criminal's eye and we forget fortune and all that fat matter because we know only what matters is she and she alone can carry our weight for us, even if we all are sick and formless Oh Yes she can hold us up, even up into space where the planets will sing us to sleep and we wil rest our sick heads and remember we're not dead and slowly surely come back to our planet, new and abrew we can feel our hearts beating again this is why we are trapped but enslaven our love to her she can heal us with such sureness we cannot desert one who would just as die for one or all of us, yes.