see now don’t you? the the languages, dialects,
pidgens and stop drinking orders. i’ve stories. piles of love
in northern new jersey. anna, here’s nothing.
this government of language. i am the languages, dialects, pidgens stop drinking.
i’ve stopped drinking. i’ve stopped drinking. i’ve stories. piles of them in northern new jersey. anna, here’s nothings i’ll never sort. somehow i have to wake me up. stop drinking. the thing. this language. i am on fire.
same; languages, dialects, pidgens. stop drinking this language. i am the same; language. i just need one go again: no randomly scattered across thousands and ideograms. i am.
the language. i pray, sure, but to love my perception allows. short hand my perception allows. the shores of northern new jersey. anna, here’s a good car crash to find weird little answers hidden under the thing. i’ve stopped drinking. the thing left of books and ideograms.
i just need one to go again: no randomly. just need one good car crash to wake me up. have you stopped drinking? the thing left of lawns allows. short of new jersey, anna, here’s nothing i’ll never sort. somehow i have to find love interminable things left of mind a bit of lawns in all things can’t love allow new jersey. anna, here we are at the car crash scrounging about for a bit of language, dialect, pidgens and ideograms. i am the languages, dialects, pidgens and stop. i’ve stopped drinking. there was a good car crash found in love in northern new jersey. anna, here we go car crashing to wake me up. crash to wake me up. pray, sure, but find weird little answers hidden under the things i’ll never sort, somehow.
i have to wake me up. of vain stories. piles of lawns in northern new jersey. anna, go crash cars to love. anna, here we go crashing into a bit of the language, dialects, pidgens and ideograms. i just need one go again: no randomly scattered across thousands of lawns.
it allows. new jersey, anna, here we go again finding there’s nothing to love in northern new jersey. anna, here’s all the nothings i can’t love in northern new jersey. anna, here we go again: nothing randomly scattered across thousands of books and ideograms.
i am the same: language. i pray, sure, but find weird little answers hidden under brittle languages, dialects, ditches.
need nsa hookup
great time with a great smile and personality
i like to keep my kinky side a secret
can you be special enough for me to share it with you
i wish my father called me on my birthday no homo
the best part is the little italicized spider at the end this interview has been edited and condensed
there’s someone i need to know there’s someone singing in the office now there’s someone i need for my own sanity there’s someone i can suggest to help you feel better
waking up in osaka with a painful sore throat
when times turn tough presidents can hop on air force one to escape the country for a while and stride purposefully across the world stage
how big is your television i have different sizes in every room i really prefer the big ones how big is yours
in conformity to norms of the day the actionists regarded women primarily as passive objects bloodied and abused female bodies were central to some of the fantasies of destruction they staged
discovering the pad of my left foot slightly sticky against tatami
opuntia or prickly pear was introduced to kenya by british colonialists in 1940s as a living fence but has grown out of control in recent years plaguing elephants and other wildlife and tearing through ranches and farmland
an old man pulls a heavy stone tablet across a nightingale floor
this ambiguity is particularly effective when the performer is conveying the experience of being terrified of finding one’s sense of self displaced by the physically or psychologically overwhelming actions of another
wind shakes persimmons in the spindly tree outside the disciple’s estate rusty whine of clapboard hinges battering his childhood home
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in the flowerbeds
a masochist locked in purple chrysanthemum penetrates the acrid desert between hacked and cracked flower
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The sky has been paved over by no boats in the Hackensack. In the gutters of River Road watery asphalt crumbles because it is New Jersey and very unwell. Even the street light thinks filth, with the sadness of her body her electric mind every minute and Ken Zisa inside the house watching his Yankees inning after inning. Outside the window, a man says something and a girl laughs, “No, Milagros, eso no es un gusano real.” Everything fizzles.
I decided to use the Pine Barrens site as a piece of paper and draw a crystalline structure over the landmass rather than on a … sheet of paper. In this way I was applying my conceptual thinking directly to the disruption of the site over an area of several miles. So you might say that my non-site was a three dimensional map of the site.
Buca il geranio la maceria, rissa
Maria Luisa Spaziani
but only you love sheds on you love sheds on you love shed on you
abuse faith this dog you love sheds on you love shed on you
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