More Clock Than Not (machine of the time-lambs)

my lasting super power...

Measure time and number are nothing but modes of thought or rather imagination - Spinoza Quotes Spinoza, Baruch Spinoza (1634)

Wikipedia suggests that diverse fields such as business, industry, sports, the sciences, and the performing arts all incorporate some notion of time into their respective measuring systems. This can also be turned around to suggest that functioning systems of its measurement are as diverse as the performing arts, the sciences, sports, industry, and business. When its illusions are cast aside then a thing twice right through all of the spaces and all of the times is so much more than just broken. When all earthly realms are thrown down and their neck is bent then the corpse of this thing will throw open its mouth to purpose and set free the gentle lamb from its fiery thought and from its torrid rejoinders. So much so that the saved will then have a true light for following twice on this, a good day of saving. So much so that any machine that willingly appropriates the function of a clock will by necessity become itself a clock. To then break that machine is to make a broken thing long lived until eternity. More so than any bread and any mayonnaise. More so than any worry. So it is that Brahms can and still writes, I am more oftener as a spring what's wound then pride of fear.

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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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