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Magnificent Terrible (headless of all the labors)

If you write furiously and scream into a telephone, you will get a fish. If you shout at the wall and melt your crayons, you will get a fish. If you reduce the heat and simmer until thick, you will get a fish. So what has to happen if I really want a bicycle...
Above all to see, this is where our culture goes forth from its rails and this is where it gets its broad strokes and its cathartic pass on almost everything it is. Here's where our ability for pattern recognition does not serve the self which is our best. Our rationality becomes beltless and it feels cumbersome rather than fresh. This is when it tugs at our trousers, here in the face of the rain and every time it seems new.
Somewhere past the stars beyond the vast range of space is a final chunk of measurable vacuum that's plummeting swiftly into a more perfect distance. There are villains working there in the math between that place and here. These are the times of their day and these days are narrow enough as they go…

Or jig at the ball if you must

They're not as black as hats at all. Do you know what a black hat really is? They're intentionally chaotic peoples that go around upsetting our privacy. I like to think about them in terms of the cold war. Same thing here, it's all the same OK Momma Loki. Like privacy's the scale of all of our monetized comparisons. Like it's the folklore of our economics if you'll take it a bit further.  First look and then it's gone Marty, I add.
Fashion forward I always say, Her hot coffee roils with steam when she pulls back the lid. I like to have a peek before I decide on cream. Do you find her impressive?  Why, because I think as a character she's more than just Pam and Pam is really more than just a biological female with a liberal physique. You can see right away that at least superficially, Pam's a wonder of a woman adorned or no. She's much more striking than any of her ersatz boasting even hints at. That and her timing is perfect. It's like drea…

Low Rent (a first and mobile moon)

"It's been a lark of fun. Now that I have the whole of your frowns and they're all officially upside down, Says Mister Dish. Let's shake shake shake," and then the camera spins out on its gimbal with a pivot and a whir.
"When the artists clean their webs, when they stretch them and then coat them with the milk that's been emulsed with the oil from pressed cotton seed for strength he's still right here soaking his nuts in the same water from his brushes. It extracts the oils that help transfer those colors more evenly," this is what Dish says.
"I have in several ways also attempted to emulse the lard and spear of many other orders of grease and sweat and have only succeeded so long as they remain in a state of fluidity. So you'll see, the roots of the system aren't all bad but let's not die on their myths eithe. Maria "Goddam" Constantinople," He says twice to all of the happy boys and girls that are gathered. Once…

All of the fucking depth of 1953 with all of it's perversity of privilege too

I aimed high but it pulled left. I got the damn thing at a market in Mexico. You know, caldos and kids with vagrant eyes, That's what WSBill says on the phone. Yes I have been, He pushes the brim of his hat up and lights the stump of a cigarette on the stove's burner. Just like no one eats cake on a torn white sheet in the rain. Just like no one thinks of shit until it's too late. We're right back at the beginning again, He says as loud as he can. That's right back where my man in New York rankles and my family's frustrated again. It's this wife thing, He tells the cop. It's always the thing where she gets herself shot in half and then goes backwards into the bottom of oblivion, It's always the wife thing. Goodbye Joan, I'm going to be William Tell now, That's what I told her. Then I squeezed a psychic slug right at her apple.
It's expedient, so just go away and maybe you can get some typing done. Then they say, Goodbye WSBill we'll…

Chicken (followed by the day's date)

My beard's not as grey as the orange in your rug You say you'd like these glasses broken but your mouth is kind of dumb It just keeps right on talking and there's nowhere I can run Lets listen to the stars fall out lets walk hand in hand I was blessed by heaven but born too high I ran with the martyrs I lived to die my futures gone and my past lives passed I'm unequivocal a bargain a matchless fool with a goners gasp Everything that's looking good and feeling kind is now the color blue it thinks its very reasonable despite its point of view Everyone that voted red hates this kind of math its winter time in Syracuse and summer in the west Oh I lost and found my beer again it was buried in the yard right beside the old oak tree beneath the dying lawn Fire with fire sorting all the flame and sorting this smoke from high she falls like rain on an astronaut way up in the sky fall fall falling stars she's see's them falling all night long Everything is beetle dum…