oculus per oculus - otherwise: ear for a year... a cherry pickled and a cucumber sloppy over an iceberg... dicta: desired limbo...
otherwise: mollusks' adventures in the domain of sluggish: via... no loitering beside an echo of: the loitering around a figurative sea...
for an eye for an eye: but give me van gogh's ears! will there be... a burn agony of deaf when cheese grating and sizzling...
cut my ear off: the four horsemen of the apocalypse: and that one steadying a donkey's gallop...
cuts the ear off and sees van gogh in a cubism of psychedelia... the best greek / albanian will know... spank a dozen morbid quasi alt junction of: reserving your place upon the descent of a new kitchen...
granny grins... and granny sows the grim architecture of an amiss... befriending shadows... stating: toward the junctions of reverse kleptomania: the trench is not a grave...
texan vector of blue-gushing auxiliary vendors of... that liquid breath... by midnight i am no cry of jurisprudence... given a heart is a wheelchair and the antihero is given... a lollipop of Foucault...
blue suave within the confines of the plethora of spices... because the miracle of ginger and turmeric on the joints...
some variation of a time stopped... a history is a corpse with a breath of puffing ash... and the suicides have to live in Weimar Berlin...
it's not that there's a fixation on joke: discouraging... a bureaucracy of capitalism like that of socialism - one hand washes the other... two grand gestures of a narrative... buttered side of the toast dropped lands face-palm first... smothered bottoms up... to this whirlwind cocktail of events: my little world of some variation of kafkaesque personal: it's hardly any argument: genesis economics... the litigation of processes that end up being either scrapped or... somehow borrowed from obscurity: a blockage of details that heave no narrative except a shrapnel guise...
this... thespian autocracy over the arts... we're all expected to write for free... or... because it's free: everyone is expected to do so! no matter... i can hope to find as much of the same procrastination and anathema in my own self-loathing i.q. quotas of diminished replica responsibility...
the british did save the eastern indians... hell: the pyramids were kept... because of their cuisine... a grand architectural people came across a ***** of an eden of spices... not exactly scurrying for fruits... forbidden or not... the death of poetry came with: a "nuance": sentence! poetic justice! karma-rhymes?!
the blatant use of black cardamom... cumin seeds... "give me curry" in south america... i.e. chimichurri! advent of worship to the people of a past that return to these isles... like... a silk road camel caravan... implosion of the seas! clearly! no other year 0... out of circumstances that history allows... nostalgia for the 1960s in england... or 1950s h'america...
nostalgia and the concept of butterflies: dressed otherwise: some variation of adjective to not loiter around a noun like: concept... something to expose a tautology of misnomers in the riddle of a person not accustomed to rhetoric:
lay me to bed: body farthest... mind agitated... come the agony of being sentenced with a midnight in an armchair; lay me to bed... you have no honour: for you have no reputation... believe me: this is the least of what ambition might desire... consider... an arbeit macht frei work ethos... a continual stream of 5am wake... and those demands of honest work: not the sort of work of loitering... loitering like excesses of libido: by office alone of insignia procrastination... e.g. in a supermarket... could the security guard... "take me"? i don't think so... i would care if it was the end of the 19th century and it was somewhere like Colorado...
let to live... the dead have already fathomed blisters of imprint with oysters to tease a crab bucket 's worth of a mounting pressure from faking mountain with pyramid...
my what a... ******* of 11pm that any other day would not give up... me... exfoliating... with: ambitions concerning Proust... one up from a tease of Flaubert... the darling the darling... you will never mind a continental writer cite Dickens... such an anglophonic extreme of... credible: furtherance? no... not across the tadpole stream... perhaps across the pond...
not much to think about: had i been born... 40 years ago... i'm just sifting through the dust and limp little richards and ****** pillz-me-ups... and... i guess... watching a stripper is a bit like making epitomes of homosexuality disguised in a well-off attire... or... making concerns for attention to detail... at the local butcher's... however splendid the meat: the "meat"... geisha slender itchy tip-toeing quasi ballet... yeah... one of those... left-over crumb-fests that's both Queen and U2 in the anthem criterium of songs...
nothing personal UB40 paddy go shackle: the urn to a ******* guillotine of harp... such that living on the isles the welsh, that the scots (as potential)... certainly... are almost invisible people should the demographic of Birmingham be "stressed"... but i have lived in Scotland and it's unlike this... historical England... this ahistorical London - even on the northern outskirts in the home counties - or nearest the trough of the south - at some figment of my imagination Brixton - how far do the earworms burrow beneath the clay south of the river? not very far... Morden?! is that it?
Lady Upminster and all that district... this is not a time for either rebellion or celebration... it's hardly a timekeep of mourning... it's an ahistorical event: right now! some vagary of a future... some bricks of a past... a horrid interpretation of compass: the crucifix: as driftwood toward north... and a late cubism... exfoliation of african ****** details...
slender hue: my porky pie pink amber come moonlight... or some necessary stressor of skins... prior to the door... a leather doormat... onto which i made sacrifices of my buckle and teeth... and... lepus dei.