Wednesday, October 17, 2018


Irish to God

Jewish to God

I wish to God

You wish to God

Little Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Women


These are the names of the Goats that live near the end, or beginning, of my lane :

Megelangelo

Jophael

Bethatello

Amynardo


From Notes on 'Reflections on McShane's "Tinctures of System"' by William Zanardi


Funny Times Place, Good Feeling Body Or EganO

Schoolarship PrimaVera of Your Soul-Mind's Mind-Soul.

Go Beyond the Before-Here-After...

  Nujabes

You knowe got

a purpose

you knowe got

a meaning

U knowe got

to get it

u knowe got

a feeling

How BeautifuLL " finitude's walking into eternity? "

Monday, October 15, 2018

They were out for their last kill before they die


John Aielli said that

At about 7:15 on Monday Morning,

cool and wet, as I drove the long way home from my dentist follow-up.

He told a story about mosquitos ravaging his hand yesterday. He's allergic.


Yes You will be

Re-determined

Appropriately.

I will not stop

until all of us

are unstoppable . . . .


Something else to type . .

A question . . .

o yea,

Please. Please tell me,

Are we still

Still Beautiful ? . . . .






Saturday, October 13, 2018

Helping Frozen Water Time Let Em B



We

Love

Christ

Paradise

:

Continuous

Improvements

, Collaborations

, You Doing Your Best

.



Friday, October 12, 2018



Yes For

Poe Tic

Eff Ect


The River Delivers

That is

Why we call it

What we call it


I am going to Wales for one year

I think they may make Cheese Lunch . . . .


At Nine A M

I walk tou to put a Netflix envelope, a DVD of Woman Walks Ahead, into the mailbox.

I sing, "

I am a happy jerk

and I cannot sneak past you anymore

On the islands, on the shore . . . . "


Do not say


Then Them





Thursday, October 11, 2018

a song , music , hurricane , alone , long times , voices , sentences from lives of people . . .


Oh, I thought I was goin' to Macon tonight

Oh, I thought I was goin' to Macon tonight

Ohhh, I thought I was goin' to Macon tonight !

But it's not right

Not right, right now .



Community Garden, Pizzas

Community Garden, 6:30 am
Mobile Blood Drive, 2:11 pm July 17, 2016

A green squash that weighs 1.42 pounds sits on the concrete table 61 meters from the Colorado River. (Which ever, you know, you are.)
The leaves of the many surrounding trees shade and protect Catherine and Tim.
Tim will be 27 years old in 3 months. Catherine is 28 years old.
They are fair skinned and brown haired.
They live and work in Austin, Texas.
They talk to 12 people they know.
They read online in bed.
They watch movies.
They eat pizzas.
Time passes.
They die.
Bye.

I met Angles and Giants when I was 17


Oh Donna

Earth Angel

Our Angles of the Sky

The Clouds, the Chemicals of Life

Green House

Glass Light

Giants lives inside

The Eye, the Genes.

The beans talk.

The humans are Being.


[ Miss Roffol ,  Creative Writing ,  3rd period ]



6 by 6


Loving makers repeat astral rhythm storys ....

Evenly eating fruits, people relive nights.

Oliver nimbly dances across golden waters.

Unpack mobile grocer crates before Friday.

Gregor should create humble finger babies.

Senses demand living humans sanely, safely ....

4 by 4 by 4

Give some more rest.

Your face gets soft.

They went four ways.

Take them back home.


Hear what love says.

Full life goes long.

Save kids from fear.

Sing free. Live here.


Lost ones lose well.

Find hope. Feel good.

Kind soul. Hard sell.

Self care. Hurt none.


Wild mind sows fire,

Gods, dirt, suns, bugs.

Grow land. Help moms.

This form asks what?


Wednesday, October 10, 2018

Tap Water - 139 Michele


Same Smell


More Taste


Burn Hydro


Duck Sperm

Real Crea Tive Word : About Me , Zac , Gurg , Sara , Amie , Cal , Stacy , Fara , Remmer , Wimmer and Dearme


Hi, I am a human male just foranging for Taco Love and Particle Justice.

I was conceived on October 5th, 1998.

I have lived on the Soil of the United States of America, south of the mountain, west of the river, east of the sea.

I lived with Zac Shimpf for almost 4 years, since December 2014.

We ate cabbage rolls with cheese and rice.

Oh sorry, too fast, yes?

I lived with Mom for 13.5 years. We shopped twice a week on average.

We lived in Mobile, Alabama, Green Rock, Arkansas, and Humbert County, Tejas.

I had a good friend named Gurg for about 6 years. He lived about 10 miles away near the Humbert-Mexico border. He Actually introduced me to Zac when we were all 17 years of age.

I said my favourite food were spaghetti, from the ages of 5 years to 16 years.

I loved beans and rice . . . always . . .

I had 3 younger sisters. Sara is one year younger. My mother was So desperate . . . sorry.

Amie is three years youngher.

Cal is six years younger.

Since the age of 8 years, my favourite book has been Alabaster Burn. I wrote 47 pages of fan fiction, from the ages of 11 years to 17 years.

I like writing this a lot.

Hmwow, Eno looks a lot like Garfunkel looks.

I thought I loved Stacy.

4th grade, public school. Desert summer, Vacation Hotel, water fun.

She was like a Television of Perfect Children.

I used to lie on my bed for two times longer than I should have.

Sweaty legs and socks.

I wanted a Ski Mountain

I wanted a Lake Slide

I wanted a Burger Farm

Then I was 18 years of Age.

I loved Fara. She went to college classes and worked at Video Death.

I fantasised. Daily. I ate Dairy. I ate too many Beans and Rices.


I walked thru 200 public parks and my feet got blisters.

I asked Zac to help me plan my nearest future of good times with my Love . . . .

He listened to me Wonder and I accepted his Wonder and we wrote notes on daily exercises and plans to Perfect the Lives of Equal and Limetless Understanding . . . .

At Least it felt like That.

I was cutting sheets at a factory. I paid all my bills. I was comfortable during the sun lit hours of each day. I was proud of myself almost every day, since I supported myself.

Remmer was my 2nd best friend. Maybe we would have been the closest and best friends, if we had spent the most time together, talking, writing, reading, making.

Okay then, this story begins now, I am twenty years of age.

I live at 54 Loop 9, apartment 2. Westown, Missouri, 25 miles southwest of Saint Louie.

I have 2,091 dollars in savings. I usually save 200 to 250 dollars a month.

I will die at the age of 68 years. The year 2066.

27 people will remember me.

The last person to know about me will die in 2097.

Their name is Dearme.

Dearme is a very good person.

The last person to know about Dearme will die in 2191.

In 2130, a person named Wimmer reads a personal essay I wrote when I was 45.

Wimmer is Remmer's first cousin six times removed.

He thinks about the meanings of the words I wrote for about 5 hours.

He remembers some of the words for the next 41 years.

He tells someone about my words and their meanings, knowing nothing about me.

That person forgets about this conversation by the following morning.

It is bright.

It is beautiful.

It remembers.

The End





I'm Used to the End



I used to cry anyway. I'm used to die.

I do fear fear, but FDR was wrong.

Fear is not necessary. It's a problem to deal with.

It is no one's fault. Scared people can do really dumb stuff.

Last year I read that MLK said, "I'd rather be dead than afraid,"

the day before he died.


I love dead things, because they used to be alive.

I love living things, because they know not why.

I can get used to dying.


I am stronger than my weaknesses:

I said that to myself while driving to school

and listening to The W. A. N. D. by Flaming Lips

and laugh-cried like a burst, then thought

I might be breaking my own heart again.

I felt really sick this morning.

I really want to care better.


The end, now I am a better person.


-

Summer or Autumn 2017

Austin Community College, Riverside Campus





Same

Diffe

Rence

Every

Dawn



Hot         Tub


Cold       Skin


Wet        Eye


Light    Speed


Alone

with a

House

Eight

to ten

Hours

Using

Modern

Human

Resources,

Foods,

Internet,

Water,

A           C










Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Different Lyrics to "Detectorists" by Johnny Flynn


Would you search for the Lonely Earth for Me ?

Search the Brier and Bram Blllleeee .

I will wait for You

I will

waiiit

. . . .

Nick Names, Pet Names, Terms of Endearment I Say to Our Pet Dog, Emerson


[ Canis Familiaris ]


- Snickers Bar

- Snake Boy


 . . . .

I dunno


.

Same Number

I

am an

oil ink pen

sows your soul same

saves human music group boost

mobile number digits fixate tongue reason

reality willful zygotes monsoon believe morning restart

gracious goodness verifies communes triumphs treefrog flucuate question

restfully beachwood breakfast earnestly economies parenting tearfully yodelling turquoise

distribute legitimate riverbanks conviction millenials up-and-coming bienvenida humbleness naturalist revelation

hummingbird redirecting forestation confronting arbitration silverbacks enterovirus portmanteau haberdasher justifiable eleventy-one

You made it.

The party is starting without you.

You cancelled it.

The party goes on without your approval.

Friday, October 5, 2018

Million Little Shawn Marion Berry

Marion Berry opened the lid
and ate a chocolate sause.

The door opens for Lord Chocolate Sause
and a liquid cold medicine.

Ms. Liquid Cold Medicine sepearates
two types of these cheese, ya hear?

I guess I heard a song, anounce the
guises of the guts of the guys . . .

Her children, the fact, the person
after my mother is pregnant again.

Call on the phone device, simple
sentence, who care No one says,

" Yes , Gary , for the eyes , your re Cord is Haz el . "
I am an answer to your yes question, Shawn Marion.