Brahmanhallah

Half the way there.
I was telling of spokes.
Speaking their sun. No wonder it's done (for). Ages eloquent and wince the make of beach rind up and over. The make is inconclusive, utterly. Actualities are beer brined under a cough of chicken, raised bogs, and the most tender of lily wipes: a whistle-full and wizening lectern deed of seen unscored; and the underlies of a well-bred heel, probable amphibian, and later to fizzle up into a told-of-yore state of bandages and rope, still a lily, possible sumac bundle, twice the size of the list and later, judgement parchment papyrus. Much further in the day, an awaited wail of woman would make its beacon here... sound unplentified and sans accompaniment of piano's teeth and the lightest undertow. A day further, and I'd be bored shitless, expecting the font to do some acrobatics instead of trying to bait the lesser minded handfuls of spindly scoops, sand for future cement, and kisses (of course), wasted on your hand while you slept. It wouldn't be parenthetical to underline the detail work. All my days had seen appendices, bless their little souls and for-sale signs. Housing them meant nothing altruistic.

(thighs fused for truth compote)

Si

A sea of purple fish in a valley of red necks…




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retwist

1 thru 6. Do this begrudgingly
7 thru 12.. Do this without hesitation


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beach event

1. Sunday
2. Out of the blue, go to the beach with a friend you've known for twenty years
3. Talk about new things



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Necessity breeder unperformed

1. Let's face it
2. Two sheets
3. To the wind (or Kiev)
4. Nobody has pants like that
5. Chops
6. Beuys
6. Six again
7. Administer or flagellum (wiggle either)
8. Now you're getting it
0. Whoops, lost it
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insp/ite/ire

Wouldn't it be easier to just use a laptop?



(no plugs for Macs, just jacks)

Eyes of satan not withstanding

Sploo for seven days through twelve, calling an authority figure every so often (hourly) to confirm a) your mirror b) your sins c) leftover accoutrements of nondescript formulaic descent that ultimately render points d) moot e) moist f) seven through twelve g) words that don't begin with the letter G.

Once applied to varying degrees, doctorates, elves, and delvings of otherwise not withstanding sordid natures, take the reason-to-be and reapply (decoupage) in a manner of a smear tactic, calling for the resignation of fuckin' near everything. Do this in a manner that is lighter than air, so as not to sink below the levels of bars raised so low so that you cannot go any lower, slower, or limbo in manners unforeseeable.

Not good? Join a guild or local chapter of anything. Make nice embossing stamps to reflect this allegiance. Write words with prefixes at the end of suffixes, aping the congenial nature of impropriety; i.e., wrong apostrophe and parentheticals a must! Send leaflets to the various aforementioned hourly dudes, making sure you're doing okay in their eyes. If not, return to the method of smudge, which blurs the lines, remember? Keep a journal until one day an accident befalls you and unwittingly the journal goes into the wrong hands. Take prescription pills in order to "get over it". Good luck with that.


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