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i want to control the pendulum
and balance the connotation of such action
which reinforces the concentration of said definition

this ink seeps beneath the dermal layer and stains the natural order
the dots connecting themselves in rapid randomocity
repealing the intent of time spent to bring focus

center and star struck as fingers wrapped...weaken
an overload ripping release from storage
and thrusting internal with love tipped bullets.
invaded, those finger melt from the impossible post

first, I thirst to know your ways
and this stays with in to strengthen a resolve as yet unseen.
not to invoke a trickle or stream, but I miss them.
"Did I miss them?" fades to the dominant memory of a current word
(an eternal word) so my gripping hands hit line to line
(or mine to thine)

You are boarding my center where even atoms come undone to follow the One

sequalish

standing on second a slip of the dream slides on paper. With pictures near by, all near by, by clicketing. light fractures in the darkness the sun seeps upward in our dimensional perspective. drums grow in sound as rhythm is pounded out. fuzz to the ear adds element of excitement. something new on the fringe where we live. feet hurt from walking where it cuts. dirt grows in water also. when and where and why and who and how
oh wow that is extravagant. this left click spell check thing is in credible. which is a drawer at the bottom of my desk hidden by the chair molding. Tucked away with secret intent or intent to be secret. Both will work and both have truth bond up and locked away in a drawer at the bottom of a desk somewhere. a lost warehouse where they house desks that have secret compartments. because we all have things to hide. "Every family has a skeleton in the closet, but ours still has flesh on it"
hopping into new ground. or is it old ground with new eyes. new eyes has a truer ring to it
I blew it and I'm through it. rather than Lean my way, I should drop over? fall to my feet running in a mellow relaxed fashion? I see a smile in her eyes that is not for me. So I dodge the reception, and return by window, alone. The smile in my eyes for one yet unseen by us all. to measure a sunrise in music or a sunset by stealth is insulting. such things pure out the truth to those that need smiles for their eyes. I despise my own pattern. colour and color and coloure make a thunder to see a lyric of static. comfort the child to hard to cry. break early, the one crying by vision. build beastly the needy. Take off you superman costume. You have failed to see the danger you dug. you set this in motion and sought to make right your trench. So get out before Pendulum Day! The truth will bear out at the start when it is all you seek. but the start may be longer in development.
sweet and tart change the course of a non-stick surface. finding flakes in a wind storm makes for full days and all nighters.
fades, like musical shades, blend this from track to track. My life is more like a disc than a dud. a whisper from a hidden pocket claims otherwise. so I take risks and lean back in my chair. the chord becomes taught though non weight bearing. a funny itch hits just below the wrist and focus is so far from the tapping at my window that the socks pile up faster than we can clean the walls. what is to be done when the cover is matching the book but both are ugly? are you in danger of putting yourself upon yourself?
the rain stick is a lie. this paper is a lie, but the ink is not (only pencil lead lies) the shimmer from a dime as silver as the day is green, is worth more than the green it claims. two spoons and a fork mix upon my desk top having aided in my consumption of food of the ending type persuasion.
pause
and shocker
some one wrote on a valuable document. They took the ever truthful pen ink and undid the paper. Faded green with rustic copper (wrist still caustic) a stopper for those that scheme. not to mention their talent with shapes for stories is less than it aught to be. vacant and stenchly is the room under this darkness. Bring in the light to see you awake. I see a mirror in your story. stay away from me if you plan to break it. glass works its way out of the body and is less of a danger, but the silver... purpose lost or altered. I polish and point,but it is yours to take hold of. where will you unload your newest stock. Are they hunting me. At first it was a pang, we saw nothing. then we knew of coins and i was lost in the next moments. I gave up. I quit. I'll work in a small room? what about the dirt for my boots and nails? I need to roughhouse in the itchy grass! Do I ponder blindness on a massive scale? look out for those who scheme with sunglasses on! The caterpillar has children but style says use your wholeness, not one wing!

what should have been done

and I wanted to run with stops hit the hot tea pots bing and throb. After ink the itch runs cold and still we will not rerun or remake what's at stake from the stillness is no swine flu illness. Why won't you talk to me? I'm always here and that is just how it starts, but when I look past this I try to push. working this small spot of what is known. I block that which invades from ear scope I want to talk about the infinite and those red squiggly lines hang over head instilling fear. They have a great claim to be under 'growned' and while I see this I see also more than this. I see stars that melt my eyes at trillion light years in distance. I saw a dog go back to it's vomit today and it made me weep to wreck in such a way. Mc Gruff cuffed me in listening before hard lefting. brain swells in need of reaching out to tell of truths trampled. drowning with water to cause cure, but even advil is undone in authority. flesh cries out in mourning. so sad to see such silly daisies. each peddle with a tiny word written on paper by the young lady sitting feat away. Pencil in hand she finds it necessary or needed to be one to record and retell of what's far from hell. why can't this go farther? why can't my maker make me further? why is she so lonely? when will I wake up? quest in this ample abyss. More thievery. becoming a pattern that young Evan grows old with and it is all to fat that he should live a life in a few pages. He ages most in this last phrase and how can we see that we say what is always right? so idle is our idol without thinking we tout the earless, mouthless, eyeless, speachless, feetless, lunchless! I'm sorry I loved you so much! shredding through and threw. Just to be just I want to say that the lily pad had a frog in the bog. smoke and mirrors will bring that one to his end. and it is all getting gone. wink to the brink L...L...Like only one of you should get that but a few of my reading should expand. I need to find some land more than only sand. And I start to scrub from my mind such words that bright and flicker and brush and bite.
How wants to fight! I need to fight! I need to get blood going! if I must provoke you to draw it from me. I'd go to the pencil skirt and request a sketch of more than flower peddles. working new sets of train like force we start to see strain in the quickness. when was this time so important that it must be brought to a poignant place. sssssssss MR SQUIGGLY! You should have been blue. calm as is said by another head and not tail. I'd said to that place of great and terrible to slay such a squiggle. Blue is far more superior to a ham sandwich. niceness next door is more a blessing than she knows which is why we must go. Which is why I must run so silly. Such to say I'm serious and in love of peace to be at piece. strawberry rhubarb pie is red with rain water. I'll wake up in to sun or moon but both light my window skill in hitting that wall, righting ones self and striking out in a new or more or place. He pulls out his wallet at the loss of his daughter. tearing his flesh from his spirit. railing in this cage, he is hate at his choices as there illusion. only one course ends, the other goes for ever. "G-d can you save my daughter? I break and falter and fail and take me. end me with all that is worse" This poor man sees his hands as scissors and while the van is averted, the pain could get worse from this. The young girl can only move to heal without a driver. Mrs Daisy all on her own. the rams horn founds its way into his hand but this made no great change. only that it is one less distraction form the task at hand, or hands. many,MANY hands. Hundreds of hands in hundreds of years to help. and young Zoe's young son knows no father so how can such a fictional fraction mean more? It can't! he needs saving and is this the duty of the man Evan is to be, laughing the whole way. As if he had been the only one to see green in the runway. the plain hits the strip and runs like a bull in a china shop. A real bull in a real china shop hurts very little. our bare feet need no flip-flop glass case to gesture at "You know what I could use for this! A stick with ice cream that is covered in chocolate!" ( I love the pause before waking) tremble from a week month. what is to come for this lonesome man? no dodge to drive with unending joy. stuck to shoes and a walk that must be taken in a order to change at all times. a phone call could run me into a...oops! and oops is right because a tiny little squash tried counting and that was going to be a point at which drugs were given there due course. so to take it in a three part jab. stage slaps are all in threes unless you want a two type rhythm. the kind found on stage can be found in malls when they are taken over by impostors. people that are not professionals, like me. I'm a weepy piano player wanting two brothers to see the home they built all those years ago has aged in a way that proves more is in that path. Now they establish on well paved highways and I weep to say "you were right in more ways than one!" you prayed to be only his so why balk at this circle. return to your siblings for they are weaker in your absents. l...L... Andre did not make his trip the way he should have. He ran me into the store so quickly I had no idea what store we were in. no list to know what was needed I only had so much money to spend. I could not go until it had all been accounted for. I killed grammar and after it died I still had so much more left to go. Dollar store, you failed me.