22/11/2011

the ... characters in those book

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you  toi that is,  see the schizophrenic delay begins. things get caught removed scattered
                                                         between here and there headache eyes eyes you peoples idears. idea r. I dear is .
                                       As night witch broom holds the frost to the coming tide

                                               does trusting tristan tzara meet rainer maria rilke in the sonnets to 
                    orpheus? did 
he read them writing?

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it s the middle of her thighs

does not the trick
not hatred
nor
the glare
of there

other
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________________________________she left radio villemaria heading home  as the bridge wearing her heart 
down  came upon the lover hanging there

recalli ng

the night 

plateau

of her extreme pleasure




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10/11/2011

the airplaine of immanence

 Sat. slat salt that plane. air plane. fault line flat space of immance. And jill bottom loined bitter-bottom line retold rebooted the crinkly line and . Huffed her puffed house up. She's not immanent nor eminent to the something-else transcendent. But a bucket of wheat! and her hail-down self.  How can she unthink what she's thinked. In the kitchen sink. nah, not like Rachel, nor the seven dwarves of that sleeping dame. There's nothing, there aint a thing between her and its nothingness beside.



____________________La Treasure La Transcendent. A between book memory of her pirate self, alongthe driftplay of her body seized by every harbor. Her pert self, the lover.


Inside and outside of every thought, a mobius  cut connecting her purpose with hre vision  divine becoming. Not Russian nor Byesexual but a brilliant achievement along the forelane of what's thought.

  • ___________________________________________________________ On this plane she's heteorsexual to her truest miraculating and the schizz field of floweing thunder.A  woman's asssoften cheeky.Horny and ambitious? Perhaps she's a sweated harlot in the buttock of feat and defeat. To every sender that ever was.

_______________________ Now a memory from the theophantic day. A perhaps around the buzz of flower. A wasp shrinking an orchid and a byway into the Out.

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No one becomes this    ~ way.

_________________________________ First  becoming you nibble her feet. then her coat, her hat stand.A stag antler to holding up the posse.
  Reckoning in this way, that, no one stands.

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