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and spires

buoyancy,

havoc wreaked (on pathetic stinking filthy shores)

of complete faith unaware,

that there is something unknown waiting for them in the future

tangled history of materials, lost seven

the touch is the

something to touch

the dark is moving

(silent hermit

a risky time-traveling mission, to save

many lost causes, found again now,

Ravens came

Filibustering as the dreams of flight

Were set aflame, and burnt

Fortune was walking away from the catastrophe with bruised illumination

departing (beautiful or realistic)

Bury dogshit in your mistakes and fear, bury your hope with it

"I have the fury of my own momentum. Ancestral terror,"

Swift fusion, comPlete original motion

...not amongst the pioneers, the end of utopia

There is no chaos theory, it is totally eMotional. since it allows us to go to the Moon it is not mystical.

"they also imagined an intrauterine architecture, and this primal fantasy is present as well."

but one is never lost, as they wish to be, in these fantasmatic spaces; not mazes, a spiral bent by an unknown and omnipotent hand. One knows one is moving toward or away from the opening

but these centers refuse the oracular aura."

Commitment to tectonics

TheaTrical displays of the power of the gods, a collapsing of physical coordinates

their critiCal resistance of structural necessity. Phenomenological and parallactic velocity contrary disruption.

hair worn short, giving free play to her strong forehead

Her husband disappearedfrom her horizon

autonomous anatomY

"as she had wished, she died fighting. She also died forgotten, or almost forgotten, with a crypt in the American memory almOst as obscure as that of the..."

so he lay along the ground

LoNG enough to hear the secret whispers

From the blood of the martyrs grows the new seed

"the women of the street showed more refinement of feeling and sincere sympathy than the priests of the church." / "(inspiration) by deed found its reverberating echo in almost all countries."
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actual animals, carved along their joints. across the necessary divides of the American continent , Holes where

there were once walls.

Long work, multicolored artifacts

like a brief radiance glimpsed glanced on the far side of a door which we cannot go through.

He could orient himself but he could not arrive. What happened was near-perfect not-quite poor animal poor animal, why the fur so dry

Primitive pyramid (where muses dwell) party. Can you move around in there? and how!

The old-woman is high as a kite. It's in there if it's in there, he said. You should do it if you need to do it, she said. You'll fond the sequence transposing digital holograms. Insect microscopic, in the back pocket

Defend the future young man.

Young woman why did you get so cute what made you so beautiful?

A dedication to breaking all the laws of the universe.

Disrupt

Attack

Disappear

Don't wait for them to attack if they're going to attack. Andthey are already. Destroy the enemy, any enemy throughwith starvation.

vision of the Western Lands is characterized by silence. Create and defend a commune of affinity. Ritualized unigenesis, chant upon the red rug, it can't occur without blood.

Describing the entrance into, reaching it just after twilight post-blue only. Secret naked men on the back

Conceptual disease and sickness and death as performance and confrontation is too much for them in the afterblue night. More confusing still is all that will actually happen as it happens.   "devastating at first you drown in it our voices are muted as if we were talking through felt" flood hieroglyphics.

Woodsman, sneaker

Where went...upon my death, never speak my name again. Yon Speke...reverse ritual to go into the animal house

We must verbalize in order to see. And if it is verbalized to others it is seen. It is manifested in thoughtand conception, realized, made real. Real now through the saying, all words are invocation. Silence creates void, great void to be embraced. andso write, the words writ large, then the witness will read, will say, will think and thus form for you. Spell the spell.

Flat owls send me away, no vows gathered or who to witness such. Repeating preamble of whatever

could happen next

Should havebeen cubelocked, takes

The sheath from out the sword, forward

"God, bein' nothin' never began

from a

Swollen wet vagina dripping with tears and the mother's concern for the footprint of her son, or anythin' else except..."

an open invitation to the wind and other forces

For to work their freely spoken spells uninterrupted and unhindered. Thorns of the bramble barbs bared. Somewhere we have never been and covered in pollen.

"we are in the glory of not knowing what we are doing!" she doesn't know these are the feelings he gives us; love, wonder, laughter, heroism, fear, sorrow, anger, disgust, and...the pyramids change, after being set ablaze