Thursday, June 12, 2014

unmade made be

The long gravel continues on, wafting pebbles into the eye lengths and summarizing with candy wrappers, pornish newspapers, and a distant tang of septic something. We follow Tyskie Beer trucks, listening with cloaks and costumes to distant family dialects: when these efforts fail (decoding and beer chasing can be elusive endeavors after all) we consume and coat the belly with buttery meated bus station sandwiches. The solemn started awhile back, actually. An ankle here or there, an unpaid promise, and the new sunglasses that helped translate things into German. Ponderous and plodding details followed but only in ink and not these sexier emblems that are enabled by fingers and spread wide dangled, auto-determined by auto-correct and unweeded neck ire he's. It's almost an allergist, but serves ten, up to eighteen, long clawed and footed into the corner and with each tier, their own warm cat. Fellow man holds had greedy gasses passed ear to ass and scampered by henna clots, cloy to the touch, spun on low speed with countless zyw letter combinations. A scenario kicked the china hitch and a butch hutch fed us leaves, but not in a lovingly madder, but with hicks. Everywhere here, you see a lot of: pits, alleys, good-lookin types (mostly mountain tips), squeezed boxy cars, and unreadable sheets of contemporary jazz. We are all undialed.


eyes used for tooth support

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