dabnotu

clone sink flavors, plead ton dervish start at some point if only to continue. seminal purpose if you will a braver feebler mind might just classify it all as intent, but I wouldn't dare do such a thing. at least not yet. sometimes it's

simply inconclusive, like starting over or again. what kind of non sense is that ? in any event use your toothpick to hold up that wall of collapsing debris, tons, really, sulphur smells and fists. look closely and spot that chuckling chump who's off to a side phoning in devastat ing orders. & if you are so able bum rush the mutha, 'cause he's the only one keeping this show on the road. oh yeah, & of course, that other one on the other end of the line.

[Originally posted on Monday, June 07, 2010.]

on a bond, a passing, blessed bird over a pond, the nickel platitude: the customs of a complacent congre- gation, we are all gathered here, really, rolling right along. when was it commendable to be so confiding? not even kids anymore: even ages are toppling over each other, but it's more like folding, so that we're not laid out anymore, we're pressed over one another without the time, creased all around us, to smoothe out the wrinkles, mend up those frittered, jagged edges; where can I find you anymore? in what moment be- tween all this tumbling can we wonder, wander, pull delicately at the strings from each other's ears?

2005-07-23

[Originally posted on Tuesday, July 26, 2005.]

17+1

despair not, diligent traveler. prefer the effort, even if it only serves itself. recall: the purpose is most valid when it fills you up without drowning you, washing over others and wiping them out, or at least away from your side. what was that about your light being a beacon, promising light and warmth to your companions, the ones who have joined you and maybe more so the ones you have found on your way... to where? if you and yours depend on the consistency of your path, then everyone else can only hope, and, really, now, expect, demand, even, that when your trajectories meet, it can be called encounter and not conflict.

[2005-06-07/08/09]

(Originally posted on Thursday, June 09, 2005.)

lean into an adjacent trajectory dignify the sentimentality, amok and unframeable, filter out the absensitivity, another turn of the eddy, the turnip, the ketchup, the right side of my face, a twitch rambles from the top eyelid, alongside, caressing the right nostril and pulling up, diligently, un- ceasing, are we? it always happens. this rhythm feels imported, and it's always been right here × work that mandible, chum, chew away there's a slip in your eyesight now, it's all blurry because nothing ever stops moving, so you're seeing it as it really is × FOUR LONG PLATES SPREAD OVER WITH PEAS MISTER WALKS ACROSS THE ROOM AND FLOOR TREMBLES, BALLOON BOBS BELOW BABY'S OPEN FINGERS, WAVEY, INNOCENT, NOT YET CASTIGATED, YON ACCUMULATION, CLUMPS OF NERVES, AN ANXIOUS WIND, ROWS OF FLOWERS OR A ROSE THAT FLOWS? so finally, an open wound, give in to that destiny, a litany of inevitable twitching the levy busted open before you could even feel the air rush forward, too much to breathe, is it ever possible? will I ever know about it all, I mean, other than what I've wanted to believe? A flesh slab fixed into the sand yearning yes for permanence like «kitac» authentic beauty that is captured and flung into, blanketed over a patched eyelid, a careless caress, symp- toms all of them such as psychosomatic instances, gravel crumbling under cold- blooded claws, I appreciate this moment of pleasantry very much thanks! BESIDES THIS RECENT HABIT OF WEARING PANTS AS IF THEY ARE FALLING OFF AT ANY MOMENT I KEPT EX- PRESSING MYSELF, I SAY, IN THIS DREAMED LANGUAGE THAT FLUID LIKE A BRICK IS ETHEREAL MOVES AND DOESN'T LIKE AS A RIVER SHOVED THROUGH A SPRINK- LER OR IS THAT A VAPORIZER MAYBE THE STEAM EX- PELLED FROM A PRESSURE COOKER RUSHING OUT NOT EXACTLY WANTING SO MUCH SPACE ALL AT ONCE YET FLUNG OUT AND GRINNING WIDE AYE THAT IS THE TASTE to peel off age is inconceivable and so stumble we will agree, get righteous, remain polite beehive an irregular beat regulates my bedtime, staples scattered across the floor, a ritual of stretched necks satisfying pops and soreness smothered in between bones ×

finished 2005-04-27

[Originally posted on Tuesday, April 26, 2005.]

Find an answer, do, survive alongside the result. Will it ever render in return no affront to all redemption? Resist it, anyhow, it, that curly implant, salty, crispy, unobtrusive if you smash it up before ingesting. Like any all awk- ward smirks, innocent guffaws, mannered chuckles: a dramatic formality, the one that's bound you to me. I will protest in any case until you talk me back into my seat. Tell me, now, what was that, again? I've followed we blindly as up to this moment because of pain that's not akin to me. A valiant recipient I take it un- resoundingly. Where's my liquor now? Today I joined the sum of that figure, printed. The final rows of mass self-inflicted delirium (a European crowd waiting to see a subtitled Chinese film), reacting mechanically, like an orchestra of planned responses, the button is the action and the reaction doesn't beg for its manifestation, only expects itself, that was the fee, the price of the ticket. I cleared my throat again, to see, but as expected no one gyrated an attentive ear, kept looking on, ahead, persisting in the obvious journey. Tumble onward, then: Behave as it behooves you, summon up an occasional ancestor and decipher the incessant rattling of their buried bones.

2005-02-(12-13)

[Originally posted on Sunday, February 13, 2005.]

tientas tú, deja de pensar tan ávidamente en tiempos de pan, amores pegajosos, (en) sales regadas [por] en charcos de alivio infinita compasión has de lucir imagina que te toque a ti alguna vez cargar con el tuerto, el confiado valiente, masticar harinas medio molidas... pero es que si te entretienes tanto en desmenuzando cada miga x al 4% completado ya ni te entran las ganas de seguir siendo humano y es que has dejado de cuidarte de aquello que inexorablemente va comiéndote por las orillas de los ojos allí donde ya no alcanza tu vista x te permutas pero permanentemente tardío. no valen más ningunas de las penurias tan queridas por ti pues sencillamente son vagas e inútiles ni logras contar ninguna verdad y las mentiras, amotinadas, van abriendo paso a navajazos — acuéstate ya, canalla, calla ya de una vez por tantas x mejor ha sido ejercer de buen vasallo el porvenir te ha saldado, otra vez, un fallo.

(¡completado un buen 27 de enero de 2004!)

[Originally posted on Friday, January 30, 2004.]

a flow such as the one the long one the perpetual flow of so young when I was I'm remem- bering now every time I step back from each moment to really see you because it was so long ago I'm not just that anymore.

[Originally posted on Wednesday, November 12, 2003.]

the hop cut into my lip. and the sky, overcast, kept my forehead plastered, shoved down over my teeth, while these fingers respond, but poorly, harness all their might if only to scribble

[Originally posted on Wednesday, October 29, 2003.]

y pensar que cuando antes ni nos conocíamos solíamos disfrutar de los [efectos] afectos de aquella ignorancia no sea que nos tildaran de amargados – era mejor estar resignados a/las incoherencias producidas por unos temores sin fundamento no te pases el pimiento siempre intento, no, miento toma asiento y calla ya.

este chorro de chorradas es a causa de un apagón a medias – me quitas una corriente y me enchufo a otra – la cuestión es estar siempre gene-rando no dije degenerando pues sabes ya que eso se hace sin que lo inten-tes explícitamente aunque se puede acelerar con empeñada dedicación con los tantos productos y servicios a disposición de cualquiera con suelto y soltura disponibles.

(Originally posted on Friday, October 24, 2003.)

finished out like a minute tome that's when all of our necessary reservations got dashed all over what some have called opportune asphalt = todo es muy relativo = so, so much for our little chitchat no, he called it “irrelevant” remember! it was such a balmy day, back when too much of that son, excessive quantities of that heir thassit, muhman, whussup witchoo?

(Originally posted on Wednesday, September 10, 2003.)