has shoot and sell his desire where tires embark to Ilium but a nobleman farm his wit with hell and back truck in a parade of fire yet amble in Market Square
The planet earth is maybe
the material gold dust of all. But it’s null on what it bases purely standing on empty space! Indeed there is no matter at the base of the matter. The nano atoms adherent to natural scientia split and dance the bottomline is pure blank! Cosy slim and delicate atom continues to deep down. Stripping off to the quark zooming in yet far inside much more further down. Goodness knows how comfy slim will it be before it touches down on to the universe smallest layer. The matter, confined to natural codes, in search of the smallest building block turning to be a matter free off the matter.
The basics of basics
base themselves in the base of one's self you can't take the basics out of the base
while out and about
an unexpected over bare ring bout to defecate arose, where sphincter asserted clout and would excrete despite without doubt... if closing distance (to reach rental abode) beaten out by loosening sphincter muscle transmitting excretory code set sights on prowl for outlawed, secluded, and wooded make shift commode and essentially for naught negating toddler toilet training, sans getting ***** trained undone via my ***** ready to explode and blast immense solid waste byproduct (oh...close to the size of Rhode Island) thus a marathon race against time found immediate readiness to pull off roadside to access make shift water closet generating image firmly in pooping mode grabbing hold of a tree trunk (a mini rocky horror picture show, - this analogy included for no particular reason other than as a non-sequitur) and also to convey, how I tried to allay distractions while painful contractions flowed (perhaps approximating a woman on verge of giving birth) but...no matter, aye could envision, an ever increasing heavy m f * load hence approaching Highland Manor Apartments this chap abandoned prior simultaneous evacuation plan starkly aware probability for secluded spot sunk (nonetheless, thy darting darting anguish, futile lizard like lookout, a geico Gekko whose cheeks did blush even for a measly Georgian bush quickened nsync with ****** spasms visual scouting industrialized where backhoes didst crush once a time sacred happy hunting grounds of native Americans, now flush with newly built vinyl city re: urban sprawl a gush, where cookie cutter houses long since bringing hush puppies muzzled, yet never the less and mush a doo doo about nothing) except sprint ting to a void push immortalizing indigenous tribes ghosts rush peopling infrastructure affixing urbanization with their warrior whoosh!
I'd travel to the most secluded meadow.
The last one before the mountain steeps and the trees die out amongst the rocks. Not to swim in the lake or the lesser pond. But to pull a single flower for you. What else could exemplify this? The rarity of your beauty to me?
Looking at it as it is
My soldier traveled across the sea.
He gazed upon twinkling purple Crete stars and thought of me. He felt the undertones of my body in the grey blue Bahrain Sea. I sent him my warmest love when he stared at the sparkling sun. My soldier came home when my letters arrived. Time was too long. Her silky hair laid on his chest, just as the dry Crete wind blew, when I whispered I love you 6000 miles away.
It rains as they put up the tent
they work as fast as they can but still get soaked to the skin. Once the tent is up they climb inside. I'm going to the shower block to shower and change into dry clothes Dalya says. The other girl mumbles similar and they grab their towels and walk through the rain to the female shower block and go inside. They peel off the wet clothes and put them under a bench and go into the showers and turn on the taps. Hot water Dalya closes her eyes and lets the water rush over her body and hair. She wishes Benny was there to wash her body with soap his hands moving over her curves and between her thighs under and over her stiff *******. But he is not there and she must do it herself and pretend with eyes closed that it is him there. His hands not hers his breath on her neck as he whispers words. His hands about her body smoothing down skin. She spreads her thighs pretending letting out sighs.
A GIRL IN A SWEDISH BASE CAMP IN 1974
A Little Quiz
If you could sell a thing for lots, Finance your yachts; Would you boycott? Boycott, if what you sold Could finance wars, Could bring worlds To their burned-out knees, Would you do business? If you could earn a salary By working in a factory Producing weapon’s heads, Guns, poison gas – All granted by the local laws, Would you do business? A little quiz - a little Buddhist - Prompted by The sheer potentiality Of personalities and crime TV Regarded daily. Hypothesize: Your kids are hungry. A Little Quiz 8.29.2017 War Book II; Our Times, Our Culture II; Arlene Corwin
Hard choices. How strong is your philosophic base?
in this neo-classic house
with their partition in glass that her reflexes still shine in their wilderness again that drives her tears in craft with time to sequester their burdens in this room with mirrors now he tread through this capillary with imaginary ***
The coach drew up
at the base camp in Malaga. Miriam and I got off and eyed the scene the area of tents and bars and camp restaurant and the club house where they had discos in the evening until late. We followed our guide who showed us where our tents were. I was with an ex-army guy Miriam was with some other dame. See you later at the bar she said. Will do I replied. The ex-army unzipped the tent we clambered in with our bags then he zipped up again. Better than the last camp he said morosely. I placed by bag to one side and got out my sleeping bag and lay on it to rest for a short while. He unpacked his sleeping bag (better than mine probably ex-army) and lay down staring at the roof of the tent. He talked about his army days and about his mother's new boyfriend and how he didn't get on with him and how he only left the army because of his nerves and depression. I listened but in my mind's eye it was Miriam there ******* and I thinking that a blessing.
A COUPLE IN SPAIN ON A CAMPING TOUR 1970