07062011-t / 25th

Between the Sun and the strong, Godspeed
Pestilential miasma, a bell covered entirely or possibly made from fishscales coiled, ravaged gathered,
(a darker she, she carrying necronomicon and grimoire, threnody and graystone into smoky disappearance of bane and unforgiving any of the wrongs of this world.
This world and the next.)
Barren warmth, who had arrived was unknown
Conceived or convinced or deceived or received (not yet though) Alone, can be found in the foreground
Liminal Hero of liminal conflicts, symbolic relevance, in scale with trees, Onthe main axis of entry, undeniable if unforeseeable, unforeseen and unobserved,  to avoid encroachment on the reality at hand, before crucified,
"Get you another beer, Youngblood," from the backroom, where the freedom lies, milky and vespine
Half holding his breath in the gloom that glows faintly
Moths crossing the mouth of the flame

"whoever heard of a newspaper with no date!?" he said, tearing in haLf the sheets.
A plague of incomprehensible events; he could put none of their parts together, he could put no part of it together,
A flood fell, falling
"blue blue blue" andthen outraged sky, vailing his weapon, going every day.
"I don't dine at the King's table..." he finally replied
Sprawling mica constellations
On the hardwood, worm-writ
"There's going to be misery, a history exhaustively researched remaining far from complete."
Aims to faithfully replicate the original, yet is at best a lackluster semblance, shorter and duller than the original
Great Divide, never letdown, the passage of time making possible
the goal of conquering illusion, the corpse that never (& cannot) rots
It stood for many years, one is prowling (stalking) and one is defiant
lithe beeline, never asking why...
Wishing all on to a worse Hell yet

Since they sat in darkness there was not even the drone of swarming insects.

She hadn't learned yet, or yet learned how to look invisibly, "yes, secretly, as we speak." she said, making it obvious to all within earshot
Trying to give him the same medicines she had wanted to give her father and which were appropriate for the latter and anathema to the former.
"to not fail when they try, eternally, their considerations are warped, they don't even know what is important, life sustaining, survival, ..."

The wild horse still runs,
over microscopic precious metals, possessed through flood or magnetism or satellites or "act of god"
An assurance about the knot and the dagger
A bitter curse hurled at the sanitation here, sanitization and the poisonous blight elsewhere.
told em all to go to hell he never done it
Inthe grandfather of time, a ballad transpired here, some love gone wrong,
Older dawns and nothing will ever be as it Was. No news is good.
Gone from these days none knew where.

A blurry Atlantis from the corner of her eye
A quaking egg, the third zygote dividing itself into oblivions, in the insects' shadows.
Salvaged from the weathers, and the graveyard downriver. to the subtle obsession
And uniqueness, ran darkly down, patinaed scars
He lowered the stone with care.

(cornucopia placed and same thus admired, "brown gray alabaster," bone-colored)
Dedication ceremony in honor of...
The core of the Earth sucking their bones and turning & turning without oil...unfathomable impetus,
On the mating habits, inverted in silver shown, shiny tombstone teeth, a longdrink down his dark throat.
Old dead revelers reminiscing in the night.
...float over the cold gray void like transient artifacts from an arctic dream...
He brimmed the cup with cream, revolver
(anorexic)
He came upon the bones ofa horse
I'm sorry eye was too late, and the monster and the black stage, eye cried
Sun to sun across oblique hemispheres forever,
"the same where it was last year," she said 'neath the monoliths

12

that you can’t get away from it. It’s everywhere (whatever it is).

apple spell

give us ideals

not meat and bone

give us ideals not meat and bone

vibrating knot messiah

“Confuse them so that they have to think twice.”

Paper mountain

The flies are dying all over again this year. That’s twice now and I wonder if they will be the better or the worse for it. There is the shadow of a fly the shadow only ascending the spine of a book on the altar

Cry in the wilderness. Cry in the wilderness. Cry in the wilderness. - the house of the future has got a bomb in the oven.
What did he see underthe red hood? Expectation of the end of the known world...apocalypticism, Supernatural guardian figure, time it becomes a continuous atmosphere
The revolution's airplane flew to America undiscovered. Seed must not be left to plant. Primitive forest trees dark green. Her wilderness is a green wood, he was whistling in the cavedark
We haven't buried him at all. How will he clean up that in an hour?
& nothing is anything but itself
measured so...
Struggling for utopia, an appetite of your own

Design digestion
strictly, indeed, traditional and metaphysical.
Move me, not thestone, the stone both come from beyond the Earth and witness a storm not of their own doing.
The highest expression of truth, free of and from the past, first religion, then philosophy, both without the memory or even knowledge of texture.
What is below the dirt; or, what is the dirt upon?
She happened, chanced, found and saw
half-door and an orphaned detail, in the corner, looking out
When we awoke in the dark and in the cold of the night, granitic beast. Gryke
Ever is now...when there is nothing, rituals of the space, degrees of difference between What never was and/or what never will be
What never has been and what never could be. All sounds in silence, burying, the history of the future. The past is gone, explore all
Of your holes
Open and closed. At nature should we bow?


Cannibalism
Havoc havok, withdrawn monument The horizon of the pats appears
You can never reach it. An outer time, like outer space
Conclusive, not being hopeful...to ask a question please come to the front
Structure architecture Marrow support, child of the night running wild and free. "perhaps I have said enough."
Extinction is forever

Amplification of attention, he was rules by the proportions of his own body; being told that the stone is the truest condition of creation, of still silent

8

Oh, it’s so old-fashioned, already.

In case you forgot. Who begat?

Young animals, ambient forest (of signs)

Concatenations

hand, mind, desires, intention,

Is to eat a pear obscene,

Is it obscene to eat a pear?

is she talking to me, to him because

time has stopped people from television in the dark of night but only in the last seconds of itself because

true natural, ancient of days is formed, born from

earth too…tremendous strength of lifting, holding stars

Where is the justice in my cold hands.

ofcost of cost

what are the sounds of a suffering man, or any animal

and day, Monday but not winter

. . . . . . . seven is when they become wild

try to imagine that, the golden tickets were counterfeit, can you believe it or not that person was probably starving, a Coyote with an endless appetite

slow-motion collapse of cellophane full of your very own breath. I saw the feather

She reminds me of Peace oh what Beauty!

can you believe it? one more

one more sheet of paper at a time

like one piece of paper each day, by the thickness of one sheet of paper each day.

disintegration cymbals, projection of structures and people, obliteration of expected presence, obliteration,

…incomplete and inconclusive journeys or acts of gradual disappearance.

Ancient aleotorically, the ritual of performing, without performing anything.

excellence of that hitherto

Any form perfectly realized is beautiful

so don’t doubt them when they say that they don’t know…

the perspective is gone from those alchemical drawings

Intimate solutions, attempted. Eternal punishment for how the structures change. Holy church of the void-grinder. internal strictures.

Restricted access but not to her dark cities quarantine Inside out inside our history

The splendor of architectural shadows in a nihilistic age. The dirt sings it's own song.

The girl who married the morning star, painted half red and half black. Waking with star flesh or moon flesh in their clenched fists.

Fossil finder as mud arrives in every room, dusted with fine white chalk

Why is there someone on that golden crown throne I thought they were only dumped about him. I didn't know it was true, what they said about you. Who was it that helped you?

Destroy (popular) culture

Rebuild warmth heat health death meat?

The devil is bad company crystal fists with you in the future imperfect I side inside outside," I said.

To her sadly, super wild horses. In the wind winter approaches wand long

In the silence the secret to hold. You were be-knighted and you were to bolden and broaden at the thresholds last hold. Hammer and teeth a red dog circling the skeleton? And in all the pleasure, what bends in the wind? She was a ghost when you left and now you've gone deaf blind mute. Into the night into the night I to the gray night. Dark grey

That no one can hear very clearly over the din of crumbling castles of salt and sweat. Sweat arches

Temple of paper temple of leather, temple of feathers, obscure abhorrence! Away withthee forever! At the edge of a sacred meadow the ghost belonged to her. Is essentially true in all it's statements...nothing has been...drawn from the imagination.

While he did slip the trap and enjoy am authentic taste of freedom. They, together, resolved to turn their backs on transitory pleasures and risk the more enduring liberation that escape did bring. They refused the endless static is contained release in favor of the apocalyptic.

He began to retrieve what had been cast into the dungeon by the architects. The New World/be one a work of art of the spirit, seed of power. New gods, old gods, faiths unknown had to be invoked in order to heal them.

Copper lode beneath the ground-surface; thick.