Her lovely hunt, ... for ddwthrmn

Her lovely hunt,
you know I'll do anything for you
"the waves will extend out and outward, and the stone will remain unchanged."

all of them, "your sister is very beautiful." and without the disguise more so
that's why Broken Arrow waved his finger
down the road so dark and narrow,
wild dogs barking way down below

Along a threshold all along
an inevitable contingency, perhaps perilous, who knows, more stairs necessary
a thread that runs between these symbols is stitched to your body, a stream of blood, from her eyes to his eyes,

the dust never had any dust
an elusive animal is an instructional tool, with a preface,
a relationship she had had
intuitions about the meanings
talking about grass cannot feed the horses
to not do what they knew how to do, a cross-cultural encounter with the supernatural

public, political, technical, and fragile
the length or distance of the limb or appendage, culmination if great effort, secret oculus "they have not lost a hole all day long. take a long look at this one"

glacis (camouflage amulet)
"Everything at a distance turns into poetry: distant mountains, distant people, distant events; put this poem somewhere far away from you."
opposite stripes on opposite sides,
and the now glittering, pounds and pounds of white, opalescent glitter, broadcast in the vestal snow,

the stone gospel
still summarizing yesterday,
according to the rule which says that what never began ends without having taken place.
she was expert at concealment (of what) though she would smile as she wrote it, as she recorded in script,

blank beyond blank
blank and the blank conspiracy, apologizing in advance, listening to him go on and on about the future will be, blue shadow nodding continuously behind, his head in his hand
framing from an interior

scandals, illegal activities, performed on an outdoor stage,
"& they were all naked"
exposes the situation as limits
"Does anybody have anything that is really up there right now?"
an inverted pyramid, again? unbreakable chains afterall,
as the edge
the shy isolation of not knowing which angle to take
beyond the summit of the black wall
without space, not sense (nor secrets or sex)
don't hold your breath, you got your point across
How did they know what they knew?
Who were those people tonight? How can this thing last?

virtual souvenir
with / if, no shift in value, resembling inflation
"Today, real life lies hidden in fantasies beneath dazzling surfaces, in stones now made hollow.",
key signs, symbols, blackened,
a cave impregnated with an  intelligent mineral computer system
into a cave, during the cold, if possible

The "discoveries" were being made without them; young& new, they had a "buzz"
the feeling is blind and the relevance is vague
water rushing underneath the house, basement as river,
a well-told story
keeps on burning, a familial reputation for
Our more explicit understanding
the dreams die hardest when she actually believes in her self, really and truly and there is unscalable
even looking out the window... amnesia or dementia, which?
A fight in the middle of the night, dirty water
extracts and fragments (witches' brew) together in one volume, the pages saturated,
don't look for bird eggs in a cuckoo clock.

numerous lucid conciliations,
scenarios proposing an alternative, the wish
and its elaboration

ending 01 02 2012

"I'm searching to find,

 just like The birds of prey

Tucked, somewhere between

the bottom and the inside."

Nail the drums down.

Behind the star, middle of Winter.

We must make our lives true. All that we have said, make that true as well.

Finds its abode and wreaks it's havoc. Their primitive reactor was a beehive-shaped pyramid of graphite bricks.

"Might as well play ship-sinking without the men."

(skull-sized blocks, piled

Into towers)

Halls of anxious thought and wearied brain

"Which color best

to hold this form?"

Circumscribing a cusp, forward and reverse convex.

Bisected from kin,

The left burnt, and the right cut

Mystery burned clear and the panorama is revealed

A level diagonal clean

& the other alone, in echo

On faith, gibbous declaration witness

Witnessed only by cavern or abyss

After the laser finishes

Roses

no longer devoid of color

As if you had begun your resurrection.

(as the articulation of "a space of possibility."

"What am I to do?!"

All smothered poisonous, glutted on refuse and detritus.

Hair in her eyes

Before such entropic vandalism

Upon every square inch (prediction)

Nevada and Russia both leave their signature, cleavage autograph,

"Some of them are too good to be true. The rest are like shipwrecks on a beach.")

They who still dreamed for the future presented

Their ideas in regard to

Point to line to plane to body (three dimensions now)

& the formation of clouds

What is above and has ascended, in possession of

That which will descend or be reabsorbed

Were met with insult and an assault of possessions, material and objects wanted more for the harm it may cause them an less for continued ownership

Their planet was saved. Everyone was attentive.

That way, even in times of plenty and great feast.

Clear  cut the dignity, right now, let go, nothing.

Mercy because we can't regret...

If you want to clean it you must put it in the ocean

Next (vitriol & Fury!)

After all has ended, the better to see, the better to be seen...

He convinces her to attend

The events at the Coliseum, by telling her of the multitudes

Thousands upon thousands, and an additional thousand in secret

"So listen to me, it's going to be a terrific game."

Half are home and half are away.

"are all, finally, in pursuit of beauty: that formal integrity which gives homage to the dream of meaning..."

Marrying a ghost to its shadow

then placing an egg in the center

No visible trace of us remains, even our wounds that won't close.

And a ring around that

a hoop

Crossing at an overlong interval

(A butcher standing in a church

Red-rimmed, predatory, faulted), very serious

Because of this he had lain in the dirt of the streets, through the night,

Wounded many times

In the dark rss and cold of that night while the dogs were nourished with the drinking of his blood

Opaque black of eyes...

An atavistic state now returned to them

Twilight of responsibility; distance and respect, added details.

Bivouac en route, the night or two

In the blackness overhead, horses' hooves, serious women sing their song and their song only,

Lights strung overhead

The reach of the celestial hunter extends

10

she this time, not he

he told me I told him

bless those rebels and revolutionaries

and now he can do as he did when he is here

instead of whatever else may have happened

if that is still the case anyway when he is

she burns the borrow. how will you return it then?

American Indians, and the “industrial” ruins,

Much of what will happen or is happening has already happened.

All the evidence buried beneath thick layers of

skin and cloth, under dirt, all under eons. We wonder where this sorrow came from

where this nothing is from, returning

There is a great person buried there, and there.

living underneath the light of day

the twist of the datura flower, and the dignity of the cypress

what supplies did the natives provide you, swift globe,

first aspects of creation after Chaos, primitive and archaic

all that brown he's in makes him look a caveman, caveman

"Through time and exact definition things are converted into intellect."

& to transform thought into things?

hownow then

"... a species of liminal monster (...) whose combination of familiar and unfamiliar features or unfamiliar combination of familiar features provokes [me] into thought, provides [me] with new perspectives, one can be excited by them; the implications, suggestions and supporting values entwined with their literal use enable [me] to see the subject matter in a new way"

The first day we sought one another out.

Always to begin where beginnings occur

The boy who killed God. The boy who burned the man.

a neat beast, further on...a clean breast

the abysmal is in the north, pushing his nose into it the

holographic history of that which will not go away

Thick fur, thick furred for winter, to be warm, keep warm, stay warm,

wrap it in your fur

Rust publish brown into the battery, the fort and the palisade are all protecting

a good cleansing fire, return to the same place. Is it fresh and good? What will you do to make it so? Friction will cause a fire in the dry season.

Motherfuckers live and then the sonic-boom is dropped in the middle, as you run toward the boxcar tripping on

your shoelace. Afraid to fail but not worried about it. still holding to the side of the abyss, edge only barely indelible stigmata. the trembling of his finger as he groped Christ's wound, desperately feeling for faith, finding only bone. All the way is far enough. Bring me your money and I will burn it...

And your approach, in the dark, brought great joy. Like a bed made by Christ.

smile ringing bells a shooting star

announce your departure I wait a long time in the wind for another yours is the only one, the only one. I’m gonna’ come home. You of the rainbow chest, Please Destroy me, oh I am being.

The inner canyon is a part of the darker world. There is no rest for us

There is so much further to go. The only one amongst us who knows…

He with muscles as big as his voice, the strength of him

in that blizzard. Which is the cream of the milk, untasted. My appetites are unstopped, unstoppable, and there are those who do no more than drink milk in bland tea on a such a night, but he can gulp and devour night

to night, until wild, rock-strewn, staring, and all the flesh of top and center red.

Beneath & under the desire not to destroy is deep and humble care. (or is there, where she’s going now, to live for free in the fat of the land and the roaming breeze?)

(we know what Spring is) which interests us with both the inner and the outer. And all such colors as Spring is, plus…Flowers

like we say, And I feel that way.

I, dazzled the moment of the pleasure of carrying the end evenever further

An important Gnostic text, the Apocryphon of John, reports that the chief archon caused the flood because he desired to destroy the world he had made, but the First Thought informed Noah of the chief archon's plans, and Noah informed the remainder of humanity. Unlike the account of Genesis, not only are Noah's family saved, but many others also heed Noah's call. There is no ark in this account; instead Noah and the others hide in a "luminous cloud".

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Pleasure in the difficult, pleasure in the impossible, joy in the difficult

Sigil Face

zero void(edinger)

we should have done this for you,

but there is no solution set

I hope she will forgive,

no indian gaming, the anchor lost on the busy road. the lower ones battling for mind in the amateur cosmos

anything can happen

happen

until at last all the animals depart for the moon we are not merely a function of utility

being between, without our clothes, inscribed in the monolith upon us, of the obelisk. Why is the forest (of the obelisk) in parts?

They don’t move slowly, know nothing or subtlety or humility. any way to infinity, from the hill and the corpse and the deplorable. instead clean protest\plant your garden anywhere

Sons of ruin, defense against history, time molting

Shape-shifter, fearful or believable; is the material the message...?

 it had an occult meaning that could only be revealed by it's identification as a myth.

Back from the end of the earth & the american annihilation of consciousness.

I've got no memories,

the Western Lands never end & the Western Land never ends

howl of stray dogs, your dream's not a mystery to me now.

don't want to know, finger, we know, fever

“. In his written sketch “Play 17 of 1963”, thirty-four animals in a room (the representatives of wild, feminine nature, organic) disappear as soon as "West Man" enters and "East Man" is simultaneously projected on the wall.”

Freedom is what we all

want. What we all need, the most (& most of)

The freedom to want what we need,

it is whatever we do when we are doing whatever we do

not what we were told we need(needed) to do

but what deep need determines, doing what(ever) has to be done.