vomiting the atom, for Gashound

vomiting the atom and where it can be put
a quarrel or duel, this isn't against you, the dust (beneath the roof, between the blankets)
official word, on the street
the ground level is different
Can't remember the other wrongs
They are there and they
should be glad for his intoxications, some don't want all their memories, some memories aren't worth having.

keeper of the archive, grand
bellowing deep and textured seasoned like a stone, draped in velvet, spontaneous longevity,
(old crone, crone, hushed crooning for you, from his teenage lightning. hag admirable, come again into the mind. how your valor?)
"the women I know can do it all, themselves. some know this"
"then why
keep you around"
"who knows
I can carry heavy things"
/"Atlas? Sisyphus? or are you just stoned all the time? Do you really mean
anything you've said
what you're saying"

It took us from just before sunset until well after midnight to get down to the tomb illuminated by flaming torches.
"hold it against me"
I never signed any treaties with anybody
as flat as the ink
black
on the paper

Wide-eyed youngsters lined the tops of the walls, dangling their feet over our bloody heads.
on the titanic? on the Hindenburg?
moving it forward, as they can
spinning wheel, torque around to torn tissues, fibers rent (as a branch from a tree, or a scream in the air)
to create an abyss between throat and lungs

holding up the high hollow pyramid of the roof
a pregnant woman runs up and smashes her breasts against him
his grip is strong, able to hold long
weight in the front and at the top
"Triceps, biceps, deltoids!"
immediately behind us on the top of the rock
bright and loud
"This is a fun experiment!"
(just stayed out in the wilds throughout the first half)

petroleum platinum uranium
thank you, I haven't yet
there are herbs to plant in the lighthouse (so erect)
(together in the lighthouse)
his ship floats out there on the
perfectly round milky horizon

mountain bees out for honey
long fluorescent lights (white of natural or daylight)
brightly lit and open to the night sky
in the dark canyon below me
Sweat is a status symbol,
a symbol is a promise

Stallions of the blue sky
what would I give?
solipsism, telescope
? able to view the stallions through the telescope, endlessness, panorama, again

ferociously ambitious plants
with the medicine ball as a piece of furniture. layabout walkabout viola, big pink rubber ball, in the middle of the flood
sleeping on the rug, my penis has fired, red line that soaks through multiple layers thread count

edifice pandemonium
inheritance is yours to take, gigantic lizards,
Nectar, innocent looking mansions, biting into that, with other things on his mind

a moment fully saturated with its own color
and constant corrections. is that nobility?
he admits that he believed we hold memories in our muscles (and fat tissue, in addition to our minds.) name this song
one regroups through intuitions
architect measures, arrows in the direction of (the atom where it is)
have you ever listened to?

dark interior looking outward
through these eyes, a spy
more like a wolf, the one that never lies
licking the plate
bitter pallet, narrow vertical
where the inches move and go
floating, eight legged, pale, white a ghost in Winter
the world's one and only talking horse, indeed a marvel

a joke that he kept to himself, all day, and (someone else) pretending to open doors, to keep from addressing other doors,
(what can be kept from others,
please share) a thorn in the hand, still
where are you tonight?

Conclusion?
nothing from its passage through, instigating new activity, acquiring an awareness of its means an resources,
certain discoveries, in an embryonic state, seeing spectacular and unexpected development, influence increasing tenfold, a thundering voice that cannot hope, drowning the sound if cannons, and destined to become extinct...
and from there throughout the entire world, discovering wealth it had not dare hope for, with unique power acting as a resonance chamber, (echo)

36th

heretofore
Went through butterfly swarms
Cantilevered in the midst
Many horses in the procession
Heart so loud, heart beyond
Necessity vs. Morality/Ethics
Myth vs. Fiction
Through the gates of the castle
Before the Earth was covered
With the bodies & the gods
Before us


Messages, beautiful ladies
Dark corners cast aside
In many kinds of concrete and plaster, resin (amber, obsidian, cubic-zirconia)
The eye of an echo, lost polarity
A vengeance willed this first drama
"there are many exits; or, there are no exits."
"Yesterday will be better."
A nail(needle) points to the base of a tower


The animals of the spirit
Included in the curiosity and intrigue
Special existential
internal apocalyptic visions
"...haunting, sad, yet lovely..."
Hitting two rocks together as hard as possible
Stones
One which seems to take place nowhere
The rocks don't need her memory
Don't need his or him


Rugged spreading form
the range and field, held
Traveled, even upside down
From this end to that end, upon
Therefrom
"...they were in fact deeply romantic spaces in which utopian ideals of community could take naive refuge in a savage, war-torn, leaderless world."


Each of these secret dens was also the entrance to the abyss
Moist galaxy
Expanding into a deafening pale abstraction
(orders clash with one another)
Blind paths, secret passages, lost cities, heavy trapdoors invade our perception
(our shared senses)
Scarlet
Ambulance
we scan the mirror for the Gods and find only ourselves
Symmetrical elements in an asymmetrical situation
The wrong day
An animal has just been born.


Not successfully meaningful
Nor meaningfully successful
"...but somehow the monster, Reality, has missed the point and advances still."


"This is not supposed to be here."
The American Moon (in progress)
caves
Toward events,
"Pleasant surprise that the possibilities of realization could not be foreseen."
Having breathed all of their water & gas, at every level, period.


Patternless preamble
Animal skin, fur-covered (out of a horror of being...)
restless and dramatic play
Of contradictory forms
(She hid her face behind the umbrella, secretly surrealist)
The eye is such a simple planet
One must have vigilance
Hollow volumes, dark matter
There are no messages in these vestiges
Unusually bell-shaped
"that it exists or what it is?"
(another her with face concealed
From musk? weeds? urine? sweat? skunk?)


"I sleep with 13 dead cats."
"I could never talk with you about reality."
an ever-deepening background,
is held together by the square


Personal archeology
Intuitive geometry
Nature has no morality, only necessity.


The hidden animal journeys through yellow Summer
When the day is hush and bows to black night
"I sing you, wild dream!
In the night-storm
Through the mountain range
In the ravaging filth of the grey towers, cannibals with hellish grimaces
Hunting for gods
The fire blazes and roars golden
She rings the bell in the valley

24th

Inevitably into the sky
hid the vessel, between, and everything changed color, opening, opened outward, awakening & salivating. Singing without limits. And there were no limits to anything.
"you're not god or a monster"" the Shaman taunted
They stood, wandering
"I'll burn your goddamn house down!"

the green lasted long through until near august, before even a year had passed they claimed to know, but no flag could be plantedthere,
The young man planned in the dark, deep red designs, and from beneath the root, nothing light about him or them
She understood the basics, and from there the immeasurable, she came here too,
"don't speak, put your head on my shoulder
Worry, fireworks goingoff allover the planet, effecting the weather, the clouds and precipitation, kerosene heaters, even in California, grabbing a hummingbird out of the honey.
Astronomical and cosmic conditions incorporated into them,

Minus more a few inches, shaken in the fever and the glow
Pulled tightly, rhythmically and flush to the curve. Aside the stretch
Nothing to cover the legs ennobled by the Sun
The breeze moves her bright hair all the waydown the valley, a very special river
Deeply withinto the black water
The raging seas will always sleep, even in the rain, for a century or more, standing in the dark deep black
Shrieking across the firework phenomenon, she told him how close he was, and how to remedy, when astray
The dog was not to return
where it could continue, they entered momentarily, then out again from the abandoned structure, snake's spine
Through the long street, ever-present, long enough to always be there, moving fast enough to never gather dust, later this serpent will meet the unmovable stone...
Unsurpassed and unrivaled, occupying all the western miles

bestowed and gifted, insofar as was ever possible to form a sphere in the square
By reaching her hand through and letting herself out, having not met him when he first came, or the second,
exhale while watching time, minimum of five minutes
Beyond (the woman woman watched twice, traveling south then traveling north, "nobody saw the things we do") ...slept in a tent beside the work, running messages hoMe
Oasis zones bordering, there were no boundaries to time...
Damp walls and tectonic shifts, warbling of the background, "it would be great to get aid of different ethnic groups, different races and ladders, roots of Teeth and shards"
Opened and deepened with understanding, obsidian cloud don't watch it too close, up close, the gate is guarded! "dont forget."
how was the valley then?
Hand in the thick dust, "she ever births and ever destroys," in totality said the hand in the dust, "Time and space fall abandoned!"
Street preachers reporting from beyond the pale,
Then ascends above her head but herfingers remain in knots beneath it, And the moonMoon above all of that even
"flesh all amesh"
"Do the signs of the End Times become more & more obscure? More complex and specific? More personalized and symbolic? Esoteric or less? Violent and vicious and appropriate to the sin?"
She replied in haste, " May or October dr.?" with the black wolf at the backdoor and the luminous kite in the night sky...

Who was it that reminded them of everyone? The water that exists in milk
He kept on forgetting, and consequently remembering the
Immemorial
He carried a sword,
A golden window, dawn, trampled upon arrival

b.
The separation of observation from preconception, not the mirror or the hologram, a pack of wolves rather, with all of you in their mouths, opened toward the sun
a cure for what ails ya, even the strangers, even in haste and disregard
The mother made him who she had to be.
a draGon killer who had dreamed if sainthood, unfound, even now, suspicious of the colosseum his hands flexed, she was fantasizing
She learned not to look again, even if looked and even if banners waving, flickering in a strong wind

Hands clasped in shelter, measurement of the arch,
"man's dream is civilization & gods dream of wildness and what of women's dreams?"
"neither can know"
Defeated by his dog, barking intohis ear
One then the other, with force
The change she knew must come sometime
Unfastened, "would you like some?"

The yarn had looked better as yarn than it had as a scarf, wrapped
Wrapped around to conceal, a vital organ carried in a handkerchief
Ore (metal silver iron steel copper gold platinum titanium lead...)
Surrounded by a tree-tall forest of enemies, "suddenly I noticed it wasn't Spring anymore."
At night in the dark dressed all in black

16

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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