a waist of thyme and other singular sensations couldn't release me from this monumentous caucasian and other likewise conjurations. In a weak chime or not even surrounded, rows of teeth, taught eyes and lips, circumvented glances, a proximity knot with/standing preconceptions, the dizziness of affection that creates this string, scratching a cheat and feinting a loss of breath, creeps up in a treaty, recalling with some thing, a kin, those that daze when there was a bit a little shame that inevitably prevented all in- cluding your own lethal crimes incar- nate. Did you even think it before you didn't do it? a muddle of expectations but that's just because not even deeply do I hint at not acknowledging how it rests uncomfortably reasons me within the care of my own vital organs' cage. or to say: what is it that equalizes our condition? or is it just that: negating[e] this and thus that: a disregard for a quite simple connection between our slight but and different conditions, am I getting close? not likely
(Originally posted on Monday, May 12, 2003?)