Earth less one sloppy prandial on that we clouds agree pleasant as frying eggs pierce deep in the sun stunting up on god o such gentle affect rains down on sissy show something great men misheard lies among the once stroppy prandial on that all clods agree.
Eternal leach pissing air i gave you life free will and you did it wrong that’s love an out-door game in a comfortable place to blink its black flowers past apogee one on a side the it is the day the who is the human family breaking arms mending boulders we’ve lived many days under his brown lecherous breath whose.
please o god help your subjunctive soldier offer up one original thought
before moving on to black coffee rising to meet morning disassociated
walking dog blue-striped potential-of womanly veil of soul-making
one must have ample reason and the right instruments to break this silence
real question what system gotten oneself into legitimate danger from
answers to deeper form of question dark web hits fashion subliminal
advertising models come go sticky anywhere but there/their blood thirsty wild
board memory of japanese steel through pink paper time slips frame
every once in ochre while please body of clay this is me begging
i’ve lived long enough to see phaeolus schweinitzii
chewing the lap of this jersey pine on a walk
with my family during our first pandemic
to call us moist and poorly protected
would be rude but true nevermind
what i haven’t got is dirty hands and god
damnit if i know how to be selfless
among all these bottle caps and tarot cards
the bravado emptiness embitters inflames thickens
the grey launch of memory plunges seven
thousand feet into the lap of an idol
hard at work in the dry grass
the irony of course remains
we are alone leaning back in chinese
textiled seats without understanding
without compassion without hideous
perspective until we are alone photograph
-ing ourselves some distance from another drink.
to write this
allow myself to
enuf drunk
i had
generations
to sip
of annihilation, so,
to get the same was
a technologist’s,
and exploitative
but some crater,
belong like the images
gave taken a decade
age, whose errance,
belong like these
the same ways
well as ‘righting
we reckon
bearing witness,
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which nouns become which nouns
unto chlorophyll ceases to metabolize
insist verbs into beauty-laid philtrum
as i grow older and metastatic gray
of the ephemera of many end-of-times white, male writers:
kenneth goldsmith, david shields, guy debord, anus edax rerum
the wikipoem series is to connect on some point i had kidney disease
jorie prefers the conquerers of ephemera of many end-of-times
which is to say get to the who o the heart to connect on some point or another
i have to connect on off or to the blurry photo say: the left side conquers
the who connects on some point i had kidney disease jorie prefers the real
which is to say go about weaving the succulent into the truculent
NO YOU IS SOAKED UP THEREFORE NOT EVERY BLOT IS LISTENING.
NO EAR IS SOUND. NO ME IS SPRING.
EVERY HUM IS POINTED. NOT EVERY MINUTES IS EVERY.
THE SICKNESS IS LISTENING THEREFORE EVERY THEM IS OUT.
NO B-52s IS SEE. THE HUM IS FULLY.
NOT EVERY B-52s IS LISTENING OR NOT EVERY DIRECTION IS SOAKED UP.
NO THEM IS EXTINGUISHED. NO DUSK IS ALERT.
EVERY BLOT IS EVERY AND A YOU IS HUGE.
A NOISE IS FULLY. NO EAR IS LISTENING.
NO BOY IS HUGE. A HUM IS POINTED.
NOT EVERY BOY IS HUGE AND THE RUNWAY IS SOAKED UP.
A HUM IS POINTED. EVERY HUM IS POINTED.
NO BOY IS LOADED OR THE BOY IS ALERT.
EVERY EAR IS FULLY. NO DUSK IS HUGE.
NOT EVERY BOY IS SOUND AND NOT EVERY DIRECTION IS HUGE.
A B-52s IS INNER. NO MINUTES IS MANNED.
NO RUNWAY IS SOAKED UP. THE DUSK IS MANNED.
NO HUM IS HUGE. EVERY BLOT IS EXTINGUISHED.
NO HEARD IS LISTENING. EVERY HUM IS FULLY.
THE BOY IS LISTENING. NO DAY IS INNER.
EVERY NOISE IS EVERY OR A HEARD IS HUGE.
EVERY DUSK IS FULLY. NOT EVERY HUM IS MANNED.
A HUM IS LOADED. A HUM IS POINTED.
NOT EVERY ME IS OUT. NO ME IS FIVE HUNDRED.
After Theo Lutz, created with guidance from Nick Montfort’s Exploratory Programming for the Arts and Humanities
at this
vast dragged upon beach
or claws leashed all
connected
states of third-party general guidelines
this agreement to federal acquisition
if we have no rights
protected states or networks
then the software
the pulsing content of its basic enmity
must be scratched out
if we have
no more time
the small bit of software
subjects villainy to its mere
vacuous product
its mere-ness
without license
risk forth in distractions content
shall right and title and vacate any
appropriations of
agency