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Aum Domestic
A work in progress
I've spent some time, this around, in order
to re-edit my posts and put them at
well, improper times stamps -- had this not been.
As are subject to some speculation
fill them out where i had been putting
efforts into posting,
rather,
into old handwritten entry-like writings.
For the ill-nature of this idea,
further as it is to inspire,
I manage things of a less personal relevance
unless of course"better_not to. "
Wednesday, January 6, 2010 12:53 p.m.
'Qualms and Odes'
experiences under fire.
'Respositions Repositories'
other figments to disect,
like two angry bitches
only interested in digestions.
An honest character and a self-preserved one
the mediation between
Considerations and Graces:
Nuance, Remembrance, and that double entendre`;
as a frightening beast
carrying Je crois entendre's encore
a beat away.
Left before it's own play.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010 12:27 p.m.
and so frequently,
that disctraction,
worthy of loss, plays
in our mind loutly
descriptors for ear
having not mentioned
my interest in the
descriptions of the
ear.
Monday, January 4, 2010 09:05 p.m.
Mad Gab
quick something, suppose this should come about more seriously.
Stark
Co
Lied
That
Stay
Di
Um
Shine.
Monday, January 26, 2009 01:14 a.m.
^_^
Monday, January 26, 2009 01:13 a.m.
Spectacle and resin mulched and flavored, grown between plastic tubes and that plastic (of which) getting smaller and smaller. Bending and doubling and joining and grasps and tethers, a ferm werth and a crooked smile starting to seem as such appeal for a minute, two, or a long while repeating.
a quick jump at
wanting,
something
over
Wednesday, January 21, 2009 05:38 p.m.
Native feathers flow and buckle, a grasp on the snake that bites you.
Grumbling vexations towed slantwise
The cushioning crux that wears a real harpoon heart
ready at the impulse to strike out, justly
talking elevated from once one, to again another
adhering so permanently, that the dangle from end to end,
with silence met in eyes, a playground from a whorish lusting grunting seethe.
all mixed from, the nuance, at that upright come.
Monday, January 19, 2009 10:01 p.m.
climbed up
backwards questions
So
are a lot
and I tell
or say
I'm looking
Tuesday, January 13, 2009 12:32 p.m.
Saw him, and betrayed to the next step,
In warm wishes smiling and giggling at
what beneath him and what was to become
I haply forgot and I haply free'verse
Midst got haply knowledge albeit nonsense
in the Veridian and the very thin mote
of reference to practical action
practical notes or on the ode, the guess
and the humiliation, well personally, of
finally turning in that asignment, well.
Saw her, and our stomach clenched and fought
to make any noise at all. Jumping and caught
between the best of things and worst yet to be
In our clamour we knelt, to the wide world, the tree
The improbable action melting lines into blots,
history into subtle nuances, and gots into the hots
We exagerated, than his, famined, still, blotting through our glossy heads
Could jumpy nuances still linger closer? and comforting bed to bed?
Monday, January 12, 2009 01:37 p.m.
closed over and over
as such empty correspondence
asperity found this pout, at control and loss
of self refering
clouded nuance
bring again and again
beat, and easy (I've never thought a thing), that friend.
much less to complete activism failed
to in semblance, of techno shown
mincing mysteries and
furrowing any flat plane.
What puck inside?
Relizes simply,
to oggle needs substance over and over.
for containing edits, this once,
to the ode and fervor of revitalized looks.
Saturday, December 27, 2008 09:50 p.m.
Flipped
pages back and back
over and over
A listening gambol of graces
piles on top of Idea
Fridged n' hurt between the sinew
build up and low
groveling for any poor solider
Jeer at the idea
Scream the sinew
Rumble low
Thursday, December 11, 2008 03:30 p.m.
blocking arrogance with the use and practicality of essense
story on an ode to commonal
bound in
redescribing
that have kinked the nature of design.
Perfect defences;
often argued over and seldom on a whim.
Another Nuance
Twice the symbols
Monday, December 8, 2008 02:34 p.m.
as the world sees it now
Complexity is
something not to be
not to be understood
not to be experienced.
Though a dance,
step unto the droll feignt
spectre resounding comfort&care
on a notion
It's undertow unbuttoned
It's applause zipping down
It's contour side to side
Again,
It's an awkward
slip.
A mess of attention
Wednesday, September 24, 2008 05:16 p.m.
Round about and invent_
troubling rumbling and inclose_
a strange chart top_
lined and forced into relative safety samples_
caress and delineated jumping up and do to meets the pencil_
rucking springs and backwards tremblings the choice_
as it seemed & wanted to s'cream_
Tuesday, September 9, 2008 04:57 p.m.
Red Eye:
I love the beach.
'a moment to test a theory
then edging a time to
urges of connective deviants
Thursday, September 4, 2008 12:07 p.m.
Angst no Family
Tuesday, December 25, 2007 07:59 p.m.
romances fed on little fuel
sociological effect on edge
the mystery against import left on inspirations
relishes and sounds of rubbing
Sunday, November 25, 2007 03:44 p.m.
after thanksgiving the thought of cooking in the air.
Sunday, November 25, 2007 03:44 p.m.
after thanksgiving the thought of cooking in the air.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007 12:34 a.m.
BRrrrrzzzz
w-w-hells^wuty
BrRrrrRzzz
W-w^erk (sic)
Tuesday, November 13, 2007 08:17 p.m.
::staples:: that and this 'companions'
Tuesday, November 13, 2007 08:03 p.m.
:favorite times
:@.joined nuances
:gifts unwrapped
:boxes left empty
:melancholy at it's passion aggresive
:passive and argo
:So, hrunting
:@.noticed hyped
:
:
Friday, November 2, 2007 05:07 p.m.
shadows to echo on and on about, that once bright torpid a water down wish wash. little snips of language forlorn and
expresses expressive. . . hidden
guess work slow and Stop calculit
Wednesday, July 4, 2007 12:49 a.m.
A work in progress...
lingering over pieces...
and strangely altruistic listenings
striving in the shadows wealth, on iconography.
well, these are bearings
bearings fitted permanently to windows that focus
and focal points that long forgot that looking was
start and favor
that so important as time
ode to
it's invigorous twistings
so shambling wain and train that simple savvy run-on
it's posture and gait
fortunous on the sounds that it doesn't make
ready to hold at right the rights and liberties to withstain.
was aground
and atop: staples that inverting in the earthquake find toes to tip into
that sad sack of potatoes, the nuance pounded aGain? and humorlessly forthright again.
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