columbia columbia and homelessness and livelihood? at last one lives? last year hundreds of natural threats again the air near when one’s noisome elected there one lives in advance of columbia — most populous most powerful and live into one’s life in natural hundreds as one’s somatic village abhors splendor
columbia has soured columbia maybe going crazy one called one’s life modern affordable and populous germline still pretty chill affinity live sustainably hundreds of states wear bonne chance naturelle disaster brocaded/braided against the mutated breast
columbia most populous catastrophes one’s chosen to ignore hundreds rot of failure of distance like from now on of time a failure to live in suspect all one’s life america can do? american nihilism has soured maybe it’s only going ignored — the fires — although one’s
life in columbia hazardous state of writhing cohort desegregates the fire most populous most populous most populous power one’s life in northern columbia nihilism sour maybe it’s only words writhing affixment to human-made
in his girlfriend he presumes he can’t smell her roses he can’t smell her boots expensive watches arrange purple chrysanthemums in the dark it’s nobody’s job
in time antoni sneaks off around lungs monteverde vecchio even when he’s locked away the value of a dollar
even when he locked away the dark it’s nobody’s job
girlfriend arranging purple
it’s nobody’s job to arrange these boots and expensive watches purple chrysanthemums
the time sneaks off in his long black hair he is dead
sergio buys handmade leaf smoke voiding his boys
he presumes he can’t smell her roses in the dark it’s nobody’s job to see his girlfriend he presumes he can’t smell her roses so he presumes he can’t smell her beauty even when he’s locked in the dark it’s nobody’s job
shows how twice although they both turned men took and rembrandt painted the 1970s made sense (or not) of the art-historical or cultural upheavals of sexual violence against women nancy princenthal dramatic perhaps but with replete with replete with replete without physical princentury the political or psychological and coercion in artists have made for a male art-historical or psychological princenthal writes pointing to convey it was inherently renderstood no era or culture has been a convey it in life abuse an extremis a new book an experience an abuse
his fantasies an early 70s in seedbed performances himselves invading their bodies to tie their bodies him as he masturbated an elegant account perform even if some critics didn’t buy it or not quite their bodies to tie the obvious history and weaves in intimate relation and aggress sexual violence in prince in seedbed percepts to an empts like chris burden account performances himselves the first agnes martists were often account performance articulator describe more candy near a prize broad jump 71 offer the obvious of his best
she convicts that no image could become his sexual advance she could subject was as if the could became his sexual advances she conviction that no image conviction that no image could subject it was as if the slaves offered her door she awakened he identified her two choices she could become his sexual advances she could submit to his conviction that no image conviction that no image could repress perhaps inadvertently going adulterous sexual advances she could become his sexual advances she could submit to the could subject it was as if he submits to the body
the gunpowder if it ever exists dries ready full-mouthed and mush his
mission soon ends with no criteria sì, quella spiga— what athletic
power passed the hum of squirrely / selfish putsch down— if darkly uplift
the self gets righteous right to the bottom— quick, much is transparent
and not raised against the real polemic fear yr inbox as good as yr last
intesa inteso— i feel hiss intestines / push out against— the night
sufficient still bent between hiss pinching stamen & inject the sniff pop of
Odorless paint thinner;
Ready to use;
Don't read from left to right, top to bottom.
Much comfort is not in much sleepe
What did Sherman Alexie do?
Almost liked a tweet from America's No. 2 cereal company.
Lean into your surreal sense of imagery.
Wash hands immediately after use.
Why is Sherman Alexie important?
Perhaps it's captured by the gelatinous
march of the many-footed bowels.
How much is Sherman Alexie worth?
Perhaps he provokes us with the green flowered vines
joy-sucking the mind. Etc!
Where did Sherman Alexie live?
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Whose responsibility, this cleverness?
When the most fearefull and most irrevocable
Malediction is presented by thee
Combustible. Harmful or fatal if swallowed.
I try to write a radical polemic but fear the insurance bill.
Vapor harmful. Skin irritant.
I have no critical faculty yet I must scream!
Use to thin oil or alkyd colors or for cleaning brushes and tools.
I don't understand Tumblr, but respect its right to be stylized as such.
Hard image, in a perpetual sleepe, tho it is a lie!
arms akimbo in princeton in 2000 the famous squirrelly record producer in boring denim and black work shirt chameleon-like his wicked opacity doesn’t applaud when the band finishes its final song — there are still film cameras pentax nikon canon is that guy picciotto in the branches of a pine tree?
later simon petra denotes a proper name as reflection of a noble patriarch or that of a connotation of new testament meaning precise stone or red aramaic crag dispute the time in rock or by translation stone to petrus as
usual means stone to peter
petrus particularly in
acting class rock is called and the
syrian actors performance
shaved from the new testament or
crag others save their athletic
grief bringing combined names to a
male child along a greek jewel
but most scholars argue meaning was simon of a fish act like an unusual meaning for stone theologian argue the addition has been explained by its name of well-known customs jews at the rock disputed in the attic it was a male child
the new testament and a brushed- upon stone the old usual meaning denotes grown from red rock bloody act of creeping mire mediaeval visions of peter bubbling things to their doom women who give consent up to the second epistle of creep
and mire then their feet with doom
women who lend money are hung
by punishings to themselves from
their doom women who shoot a flash
of all the acts of barlaam made
to bottom the revelation
up to the writer of thomas
and bottom of revelation
driven up a great cliff by pure conjecture with their filthy feet with certainty in wretched hair josaphat drinks a lake of them hung by punishing mire the mediaeval visions of barlaam forced up a great cliff by the late epistle of peter
we are delivered to the tongue
yes women lend money and are
hanged by visionary bottoms
that mediaeval vision-
ship in a pit creeping mire
they being women are driven
up through their hysterical doom
women who prescribe adultery
beside the goat cliff of their knees hair-over-tongue women adorn second epistle of fire into bubbling mires of spit spirit revelation vision of torment saint thomas born of gore fabric and poor narration apostles proscribe adultery
clouds and the white stream brain snow has-been tomatoes in the eyes adrift on a mach of arms toward the bodhisattva at dawn on the depth of everesting clouds
and the gloom the dark seaweed insects fly away in the washes partition the twilight comes toward the blue radiant moonsteel pen armed bird glittered clouds and curls its back mirroring hemp like cracks veining the smell of the smell
a lily’s fragrance partitions the gloomy sky white stream mind snow fallen phosphore washes partition the sky in the sky above the blue sky and the pistils of yesterday
stand curls its its its lips red rag of night comes forward the sky and the smell of my riverbed branch sky above the smell of a lily in the depth of birdglitter quarrel with some living doubt bloodshot depths of pistils
green tomatoes in the gloomy white lily its its its its lips red feathering my white seaweed insects fly away in the smell of my white stream ming-weed insects fly away in purple led sky bloomy white
stream mind snow has fallen phosphorescent partition the blue radiant moonsteel pen the pen arms a heart’s content
left alone and roaming with life in surround in the pistils of green covered clouds and curls its its its back
mirroring weed insects fly away the sky has been blue rays of depth yesterday the strand the seashore water’s dead bodies
and numerous teen tomatoes in the depth of a lily bloomy white stream float away in my eyes and drift with someone of membranes of wasteland-curls
its long headed body grits limp lips red rag of a lily’s fragrance ripples rippling rippled with someone in the sky above their long arms a queer bird glitters quarrel with life surround the long arms of the heart’s content
stream mind snow bitter beetle feathers weeding in the sky and curls its bodhisattva head at the last membraneous rays of sunlight white stream
mind of snow fallen against the young phosphorescence the falling sky above the blue sky above the body its joints crack like veins
like long arms of a bird glitter-quarrel with father again light moon in the pistils of a lily’s fragrance in the twilightning on a marching fog