It's taken me three years to grow.

It will take me three years to grow more.

I look to both with despair

and dried, thorny branches.

Save me.



Coat me in chocolate and sell me for a price

unlike most products,

Sell me to my soul so that she may taste

What I've become

(Or what I will be,

I do not know which.)



And let her know that the juice of this bruise-purple thing

was hatched from the eggs of

Hot

Blood,

burning as limes do.

Tell my soul to ready her buds for a special meeting.



Teach her to chew fire just so

when the two of us collide, soul and berry,

she won't burn to death

Starting at the gums. Ending with the heart.



We'll meet, finally, in three years long as a field,

at a warehouse store.

We'll come together on the way home.

Something original. Of newer words, that originate from the pleasure and happiest of timeless incidents. The happenings, back of the park, near a set of restrooms, a pool of clear sea water and a purplish-red starfish. A sea cucumber. Trailing sea lions diving off of a cliff, a vertical display of rocks, moving a millionth of an inch each year. You caught me.  --------

I can't nail it. It happens to me when I sleep, it comes around me, over my shoulders and latches onto my breaths. I'm breathing and it creeps inside of me like a mealworm, I turn to look for it and it disappears again. It lives in a shadow but it is also a shadow of itself. An anomaly, a space for time and the tell of time, its hidden agenda, its positive nature, how it yields itself to prey, how it coos for a sweet smile, runs up to me in mid-day traffic, and kisses me, noon at military time.  ------  

The blessings come. All of them. Laid out on a table in red and white checkerboard, making the eggplant parm and the homemade vinaigrette. Peanut butter chocolate chip vegan cookies. A dandelion necklace that only fits around my wrist. It makes me weep some twenty years ago on a Playskool slide, orange, red, bright. I'm looking around my neck and still it's not there. Every where I want to be, every where I've gone and could go. I should go to California too but all of this...stuff, everywhere, under my legs, in my pockets, the closets tumbling high and low, I haven't had enough to change, and still I am wanting something else. You the same, my shoulders tell me stories, I listen and I fall asleep.  -----  

Sometimes my nerves grow quiet, my words grow- but then they just fall again, skittering in a lull plash of blue-green pond water. The bench I sewed to the ground. A tale of mirth and woe. I cannot call on you, you will not come. Sleeping beauty, blue eyes, blonde hair. I wrestle you in the day to day, the hour to hour. Minutes cannot go by. Pages that turn but I remember everything. My mind will never go.  -----  

Two pink letters in the post today. Maybe neatly placed for you. A fake-tattoo puffin, upper-left hand corner. My hands are empty, they have indecent memories, they write indelible superpowers. I can't go on. I run lake water over my ankles, slowly drift beneath arcing waves and cold grey skies. Half a day blue goes black, night comes and I whisper when the sky goes quiet. Nothing is as serious as this.   ------    


In a white box there are two pairs of shoes and a soft bear. The bear without the name. He doesn't speak to me so I leave him with the sea birds. Put them in a push cart and show them off, I take them here, I take them there. No one asks his name, where he's going, what he's going to do. ------------


Tuesday's are the worst. I count and count and count. I will never forget Tuesday's, twisting like a cuneiform jelly, fingernails spoiling me-meat, breaking the Styx crossing the river Rhine, there is nowhere that I will not go, only for me to cross time. To wait, I really hate waiting. Nothing comes between, I lie to a stranger and they fall in love instantly. I see you on Monday evenings and I want to kiss you gently, the sides of your neck, on the inside of your hand. Where do you go when all the shadows go? ----

Some of me is backwards. The waves shape the sky. A rabbit goes with a fire truck, a blueberry with a cephalopod. Back to the soft wood walls of the cotton luxe room. My legs have never felt so safe, you have never made my teeth so happy. In Russia you touch my face, I see you, a picture of you, any part of your eyes or the things you draw upon and I am instantly in love. I love you, a part of you, all of the parts of you, your soul is the only part of me disconnected. You are the happiest moments of my pleasure. You taste like Tahitian Vanilla and Acai berries. Gold grains hit our shins as we go like great wild horses through the alluvial plains. -----

I cannot count to you. There are no goddesses in numbers. I only have sleep, for you to look me square away into a bliss I have in a picture of the two of us, lost in our faces, our hands wandering each others knees. I sit across from you and I am not close enough. I go closer and I want to be inside of you, all across my limbs expanding our spiritual forms, intertwining in our skins. So I speak, I lay my words gently in front of you so you cross them as you walk our path, back from the sea into a narrow slumber. Sleep is the only place we all can play. You, me, her, her, and I.

rich in calories
the tree high as sixty feet
the acai palm tree

When designer and model Mari Giudicelli stepped foot inside the Rio Market in Astoria, Queens, she was like a kid in a candy store. “I looove it!” she exclaimed at the sight of a jar of goiabada—a guava paste you can eat with cheese. Her eye catches something else on the shelf: “These are delicious! Everybody had these bite-size cake desserts made with condensed milk and chocolate powder (called brigadeiros) at their birthday parties when we were little. They’re a staple, like hot dogs are here in the U.S.”

With the Olympic Games in their second week, the Rio-born beauty was on a quest to find little pieces of home in sprawling New York. Guidicelli has lived here for six years, leaving her hometown in Brazil to attend Parsons School of Design and later FIT in hopes of becoming a fashion designer. Now she has her own shoe label that is on the up-and-up, comprised of incredibly chic, Brazilian-made loafers, slides, and mules in leather and exotic skins. And while her business and modeling gigs presently have her travel schedule at an all-time high, she relishes the moments she can go home to the Botanical Gardens neighborhood where she grew up to see family and friends about once a year.

Currently, Giudicelli is living and working in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, and missing that trip back to her grandmother’s house for moqueca (fish stew) and beach visits highlighted by acai bowls and sugarcane juice drinks. “When I was in Rio, I used to go to the beach on my lunch break,” she explains. “It’s much chiller there; I had time to really hang out during the day, but when I moved to New York, I quickly realized that I needed to get moving or I’d get left behind.” One day recently, though, Giudicelli did slow down to enjoy a day in New York inspired by Rio. She visited the market in Astoria, and said hello to a good friend, also Brazilian, who started a sweet shop on Porter Avenue in Brooklyn called My Sweet Brigadeiro. Guidicelli hung out at Beco restaurant, dining on traditional post-beach snacks like chicken croquettes and grilled sausage with onions, and had a beer. To end her Rio tour of NYC, she stopped by Miss Favela in Williamsburg to have feijoada, of which she says, “Whenever I crave it, I go to Miss Favela to get it.”

While sipping a caipirinha at the bar at Miss Favela she noticed the Olympics on the TV. She’s proud of her country for hosting the games this year. “I have some friends back home who are stubborn about Rio hosting and they think it’s bad for the country, but overall, a lot of the locals are enjoying it and partying in celebration,” she explains. “It’s not putting Rio on the map, because Rio already was on the map, but overall, I think it’s a positive thing. I think it’s really awesome.” For Giudicelli, home is where the heart—and really great food—is.

Above, Giudicelli finds a taste of Rio in the streets of New York.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-brisbane | www.marieaustralia.com/****-formal-dresses

sticky and sweet
synthetic acai
slips off my tongue.
driving home in
oblivion,
but always ready for bed.
thank you for being my
favorite friend.

acai berries' hue
color of royal clothing
red, blue, mix, purple

I bet some famous woman looking to get her face on something else in the market endorsed this product
She probably doesn't even need to loose any weight
Or spend her lunch hours stabbing into wilted greens and watery sauces
I hope this was worth the money
Birthday presents are suppose to be thoughtful
I know he was thinking of something when he bought me these
But i will admit that i have done other things to loose the same old 10 ten pounds all the unties seem to notice when i step out
Expensive atrocious smelling smoothies are suppose to work but they just made me gag
Fewer calorie bars had caught my moms eye but by the third attempt they started to taste like chocolate and cookie dough tires
The after taste alone will want to make you brush your teeth 4 times a day
Vegan granola sounds exotic for sure but after awhile I just stopped trying
Whey protein turned into honey drizzled pancakes sounds appetizing but i couldn't get past the smell
Yes i have a sensitive nose
So the neighbour enjoyed those instead
Egg whites are great and lentil patties are delicious
Cricket flour and taro ice cream required more time getting used to
Jellies, and gummies happen to be a weakness because I can never stop at the recommended serving size
I eat enough for 3 days instead of one
Apple cider vinegar is great melting away fat but I prefer to use it to clean the house instead
Flax seeds remind me of bird food
Anyone else see what I see?
I can eat acai berries by the pound
But this week I will have to settle for weird looking lollipops that are suppose to curb the appetite
I can finally have candy for lunch!

is hebrew disemvoweling        ?    ?

i read a newspaper
and then i read a po0etry book
and i imagined

a time
when producing paper
and in k
was precious

and i felt inclined to summon the European
with a signature
of

forgo: do without or cease to hold or adhere to
you shall forgo killing
and you shall forgo thieving
and you learn
a new money
and you learn a transvaluation of values
Nietzsche forgot to end
his magnum corpus epi pay'ah:
money
could be the summation of all immediate thoughts

there is one book i want to reread
because i'll be rereading it
while reading La recherche du temp perdu...
god it sounds... slick...
like liking you out in the jungles
and jungles of rats hiding between
coconuts in the palm trees...

thinking of two big words
with one bound to Greek
and the other

disemvoweling

      Epenthesis
there are two gods of the language
and they see Hebrew and Latin
against the Korean and Chinese
they see now i see Greek-Cyrilic Mongolia
and Crimea...
and the Ottoman Empire Barbers...

that is VODA that is VÓDKA...

i call upon the rings of Neptune
the shyness of Pluto
Uranus married Saturn
while Jupiter the One Eyed
stom of a planet
came across the False Messiah:
one eyed...
one eye but at least 2 tongues solid
i will call myself
the one eyed
i am an imaginary one eyed
twin tongue tangled
like i am working two shifts of life
why does MAtthew Mateusz speak two tongues
most of these poets
where either shallow or not in the trenches
of the Poppy Fields
i cried at the mass graves of the Germans
with the sparrows
and i found English the Child
and German the Father
and i asked: will you please try to find
Mother Russia... and God that is Asia...
we are moving chess of sorts
and i was playing
5D chess just now...
and it was unlike Roblox
or Minecraft...
it was MechArena...
MCHRN...
lucky that i saw New York
the ghosts are coming and going
i feel early so i sorted the parliament
of the people
and when i was there
the streets were empty
but day after i left
the streets were filled
and i wish i had a beard that turned
out to be a Trump and a beard
like i might side ways left on the quiff
and the idea that authentic pages
Trusted: get trolled...
Alaskian Airlines are RACIST
JAN?UARY 12 2024
some Jihadi name...

ahem...

KHABIB NURMAGOMEDOV...
KHABIB NURMAGOMEDOV...
8SPADES...
          there's a working collective consciounsess
and man's self as via subjectivity of self
with the self as the objectivity with: others...
however precious and little and grand
like i was in new york
and days later... marches...
with who i am: and am not...

      but escapism with Torey
and Morey and Wi-Fi... listening: not cool
the aging solipsist and teens
are boggling down
with the creation of AI and we might
spare the computer with static
and that's talking to young people
about the clock and the wrist band of pearls
so asked the people born
with the phone asking
about the t.v. using the computer
so we all going slow
slow slowing down the Silicon Chimapnzee zoo
and sea...
and so unlike i was thinking
about the waste of paper when it came
to printing newspapers and poetry books...

i i was going along with

nnnn                 ¶                カラス(鳥)

   (KRS: aha! now what vowels?
apparently Ah Ah Sue!

                  i had that i in mind: i remembered:
then i dreamed: because of the sclera in
my eyes:
which is the evolved me
it's not that animals don't have soul:
animals simply don't dream
that's why the cats are so tiresly trying
to evolve and imitate us
why cats sleep so much
but have no sclera...
therefore they have souls
but as splendid we are as eagles
we are also ants...

i qwill need help from AI
terms used in post-darwinism
of man imitating every animal
to understand his ontology:
with and without god is the simple bit...
god exists god doesn't exist
isn't the problem:
i bet you god also sleeps...
god also has an unconscious like our consciousness
and reverse...
i think that god is very complicated
i think god is ice cream
i think about my surrogate daughter
and then i watch some grotesque ****
and i feel numb
like i'm not the psychopath to the world
but only unto myself
and i know fear...
and i know love
and i know argument
and i know nothing and still persist to "know"...
don't i... i don't: i?

the sparrows have been introduced
to New York, Kauai... yes yes...
crows on Mauai... yes sire... no... sir sir...
the gluttons and Marmedukes of Qib
are giving sentences on chickens
parrots and peacocks...
and they are talking bad about cockerels
and all that ripe fleshy *******
like the eagle eye...
same ****: different cover...

ACAI in Ha-vye'ě
some digital imprint not TS Elliot
by comparison to the 20th century
the 21st century is still in enstilling the capacities...

    cédille vs.     cédîlle

mon? n'est c'est p'as?          i like woof...
a roof... hoof... a newspaper: in Hebrew
so i can play with words in tabloid
*******
and french ***** and
horses Ken
and Ken donkeys
and Arab Ken
obsessed with camels
and not horses
and like big sputnik Texan
in Honolulu like
**** from Cowboy: where my ****** 'n' Indians...
just tired: troop...
forgot tiredness and the Troop
like Benzillo Godzilla
Ben Trooper and the Marlboro MAn ***
Gin Sylo...
Richmond ksiz... sizer...

knischt...

       like a teddy bear... like the holocaust
happens and then post-modernism
and then there's that period
of post-holocaust
like there's no post-world war II
or there's an attempt at the idiocy
project in England
of the post-world war I the... not world...
the First and Last War of ******...
why do we not think
that World War II happened
so quickly after World War I...
world war I was the war of ******...
so stupid
that so quickly
aftewards
another of greater grandeur had to take place:
so rare: a war of rot
and promiscuity so bad...
that once war came from above
but the heaven was so disgusting
that a counter war
happened:
oh... god...
the reformation and anti...
world war I was the anti-reformation
while world war II was the reformation...
world war I as the war of the Habsburgs' last chew
and chow mein of the Eyes of the Fish
of Windsor:
so if pedohpiles are so rife
down below in the sewers...
at the top you must be hearing
about ******... scsandals of incestous primeval increments,
made exponential:
pedohpiles among
the sycophants... ants and grey
while:
****** barons...
there must be an incestous taboo being
executed without morals
of the Eden Police...
      for one excuse his amount of the labour
of sacrifice... these many excuses for that
freedom?
who is yet living that ought
to be: measured via the antithesis of the crucifix:
st. peter made a due cause:
as did Judas... hanging...
how then perfecting the suffering cause...
in the imagined...
and imagining further...

                           (s'ah            eyeh)

    açia           acia                    little detail:
bog bigger ewwort
like my scuttle: BIG TOY PWODZYKT...

so to further appreciate:
one down
100 more... % &
to go...
the life most private
so there's the anti-rock-bottom:
so all i own
i know how to spend

  o,k.

                   little grease
and now the *** sort of dries from
the conversation when
she makes you premature
******* because
her most-modern
like so modern
this Disney cuck
i mea n 3when she *****
she squeezes you so hsard
you feel like you being circumncised
like she says JEsus Jesus
but i think the ice cream of the *******
and Jeezazazelb'ahel:b'ahEl...

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