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!