actually, first section of my novella WALDO SMITH NEGATED is done in rough draft,so, a poetic interlude
Basement aloft to math of the world radiation of soul and desire.Apparently, a dream world, a set of images that go with it but, no tvhere, just the obscure object of someone else pick pocket bookand city. Vegas. La; black ribbon unfolded and some white car thatbright, when it was basic (and always out of business ),new york, poetry and art. Those were the dies; nice tight aesthete, nomoney in it, but always in Communion with the greats as she pours anotherdrink for miss x and, even we knew it would be pretty bad (pretty bad,as they say) little gift as, swear, used car mania and hookers andhookers and hookers (I was crazy; paranoia and sin)
and, we really don't rate; sending mine always asthough to catch in the air as their agenda demands so much
(really, we sit here bored to death) and now the new loop (you, mail: getFriends, become a crumpled paper bag) so the obscure (here withoutobject of desire) some insult, now, you are
(and run though game and cell phone and pc)
you must be too
(she did as well to confuse, while I draw)
miss x; oh that one, little wink; lining the guys up but,
not a pro,fine sin in your sick eye,
come back latter; hang with the guys; so now I am (postfiction; vortex of, no north, not rerun with consuler’s goods heading northand west and south, almost remainders: no used car, no used car)insult him as miss x whould, is probably how I knew her in the firstplace.
Basement aloft to math of the world radiation of soul and desire.Apparently, a dream world, a set of images that go with it but, no tvhere, just the obscure object of someone else pick pocket bookand city. Vegas. La; black ribbon unfolded and some white car thatbright, when it was basic (and always out of business ),new york, poetry and art. Those were the dies; nice tight aesthete, nomoney in it, but always in Communion with the greats as she pours anotherdrink for miss x and, even we knew it would be pretty bad (pretty bad,as they say) little gift as, swear, used car mania and hookers andhookers and hookers (I was crazy; paranoia and sin)
and, we really don't rate; sending mine always asthough to catch in the air as their agenda demands so much
(really, we sit here bored to death) and now the new loop (you, mail: getFriends, become a crumpled paper bag) so the obscure (here withoutobject of desire) some insult, now, you are
(and run though game and cell phone and pc)
you must be too
(she did as well to confuse, while I draw)
miss x; oh that one, little wink; lining the guys up but,
not a pro,fine sin in your sick eye,
come back latter; hang with the guys; so now I am (postfiction; vortex of, no north, not rerun with consuler’s goods heading northand west and south, almost remainders: no used car, no used car)insult him as miss x whould, is probably how I knew her in the firstplace.
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