The Features of Tomorrow are Loved in both Belgium and in Italy

...mostly in this chair and drunk as gravity

Like an open dictionary or a cowboy's joke. A poke at each bird's name. To run this standard and run it fine. To run this stupid blurb simple and if the licker nails it bang. Mare's the envy or make it mine mare's the envy dos. Demand the oils of a demanding youth and drink our coffee's crime. We have as yet the fleur des least to fawn while Henry fails. On and on these dull wings lease the motion of an empty pail...

Thought I'd better let you know that your father had an accident today outside. He was cutting firewood for the pit and a log jammed in the saw causing the saw to grab his fingers. He nearly cut one finger off around the knuckle and possibly another finger. He got to emergency about 3:00 this afternoon. I got there about 5:00. By about 8 they hadn't decided what action to take so they stitched it together until tomorrow. The hospital was full so they sent him home. Tomorrow we go back and they decide whether to stitch it (them) back together or to cut them off. Will update when I can.
Love, me.

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Tonight is old. It's wett but current and bored. I'm watching nothing but stars in the often sky that happen... do... tonight is lame like old, young like song, even as blue... Equal after the sun, noon or scripted yellow you are to me... A we (as sound)

Songlet is Best

fig.0231) FizzGraf MT. "Magical, like a chorus of like minded souls in a froth of cotton fumes." Over fake doors, under refurbished ladders, gypsum board and bent yellow pipes offering us an unmade bed and a stained window. Our one chance at tomorrow. Magnetic guts from at least a thousand cassettes are strewn across the room. Hee-Haw style, fancy dress shoes cling to the floor like it's '86 all over again. Hee-Haw, goes the sound. Hee-Haw, we're closer then we were. Hee-Haw, it's hilarious. Listening for trains, leaning out over the rails like two people with no time at all. Better maps, that's what we need. We could use a melody for singing with this chorus; in whose curious presence more patients wait to be found. With hands over our heads, someone passes by and asks, "gender?" There's stars in this sweet tooth of mine and some atoms left from the sky, Tonight the whole angle of heaven sleeps without light. Ordering its coffee darkest, t

Whiskers, chanting, "swap me, swap me!"

Fig.32) Aging poorly We're just together, taking ourselves for a tidy sum of walk and now our toes are wet and cool in the Lak, beside a cool stone that could drive a modernist to their flint. There's a listening experience that feels prepared, "our's for now, ours it says! Here's the hammer and it's wrapped in its own design already. A union in time-space, this card is our greetings, our massive, our very patience is reflected in this resolve." Suddenly, there's a cut away and she's wearing the pants that I've made for her, slow blue like painted smoke . I'm thinking about her hunched over the kitchen table, something that's stuck. There's a carving knife in her hand but from here, it's the same as an old spoon. From here my computer is sitting on my guilty seat, I'm thinking about champagne and comparing it to a thick wad bees and wondering whats in it for me? It's an anxious season, filled with not enough of anythin

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