"philippe" poems - Hello Poetry

quanta is better understood outside of physics, on a grander scale - quantum is a quality suggestion that makes two (to, too) things auto-suggestive as pertaining in the matter - never mind - take the concept of quanta out of physics and you get a man readying himself for a controlled coma having his wisdom teeth removed, with the anaesθetician asking about the readers' digest, the patient replying quo vadis? / dokąd idziesz? then the great sleep plateau - 'where are you going?' puts any man off, whether boxer, or paediatrician - ****** lays dead floored for a minute, plays the dog game: play dead, tongue hanging ready for a guillotine. CHOP! and there goes the tail of a Doberman (jamnik / dachshund on stilts) and a ρoττł- y woo woo woo chim chimney cha cha cha ooh the rotting wail - rottweiler - -ειλερ; you never mention the u with the v due to the chisel ease, then again, you don't say double-o'h but say double u - too shay frowning at a shave; ****** i'll make your language my playground given all these post-colonial ***** aiming for a signature and credentials, this **** could pass the London brigade, but take it to York, it would be a massacre of a bureaucratic lapse of credentials... a viking invasion more-or-less; oh **** quantum physics, Charles Dickens and the Victorian Era - Jack the Ripper the antonym, both are the desired cages of energy requiring expression to make testimony that such an age existed, a particular congregate of expression, never universal, boxes and pockets, however much inside one is a question of your dietary requirement, quantum physics is better explained with history than hard science, and atoms, or the craze of subs, people need a bigger picture, not everyone own a ******* microscope or a telescope, teach quantum physics using history: Philippe Augustus of France mattered, at the Battle of Bouvines - Otto IV? not so much.

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Jun 26, 2016

Jun 26, 2016 at 7:45 PM UTC

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Doberman and a Dachshund on stilts

quanta is better understood outside of physics, on a grander scale - quantum is a quality suggestion that makes two (to, too) things auto-suggestive as pertaining in the matter - never mind - take the concept of quanta out of physics and you get a man readying himself for a controlled coma having his wisdom teeth removed, with the anaesθetician asking about the readers' digest, the patient replying quo vadis? / dokąd idziesz? then the great sleep plateau - 'where are you going?' puts any man off, whether boxer, or paediatrician - ****** lays dead floored for a minute, plays the dog game: play dead, tongue hanging ready for a guillotine. CHOP! and there goes the tail of a Doberman (jamnik / dachshund on stilts) and a ρoττł- y woo woo woo chim chimney cha cha cha ooh the rotting wail - rottweiler - -ειλερ; you never mention the u with the v due to the chisel ease, then again, you don't say double-o'h but say double u - too shay frowning at a shave; ****** i'll make your language my playground given all these post-colonial ***** aiming for a signature and credentials, this **** could pass the London brigade, but take it to York, it would be a massacre of a bureaucratic lapse of credentials... a viking invasion more-or-less; oh **** quantum physics, Charles Dickens and the Victorian Era - Jack the Ripper the antonym, both are the desired cages of energy requiring expression to make testimony that such an age existed, a particular congregate of expression, never universal, boxes and pockets, however much inside one is a question of your dietary requirement, quantum physics is better explained with history than hard science, and atoms, or the craze of subs, people need a bigger picture, not everyone own a ******* microscope or a telescope, teach quantum physics using history: Philippe Augustus of France mattered, at the Battle of Bouvines - Otto IV? not so much.

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Chance Operations are methods of generating poetry independent of the author’s will. A chance operation can be almost anything from throwing darts and rolling dice, to the ancient Chinese divination method, I-Ching, and even sophisticated computer programs. Most poems created by chance operations use some original text as their source, be it the newspaper, an encyclopedia, or a famous work of literature. The purpose of such a practice is to play against the poet’s intentions and ego, while creating unusual syntax and images. The resulting poems allow the reader to take part in producing meaning from the work. The roots of using chance operations to generate poetry are generally traced to the Dada movement in Western Europe in the early and mid-twentieth-century, involving writers such as André Breton, Louis Aragon, Tristan Tzara, Philippe Soupault, and Paul Éluard. The Dadaists were deeply interested in the subconscious, and they believed that the mind would create associations and meaning from any text, including those generated through random selections. In one section of Tzara’s “Dada Manifesto on Feeble & Bitter Love," he offers the following instructions to make a Dadaist poem, here translated from the original French by Barbara Wright: “Take a newspaper. Take some scissors. Choose from this paper an article the length you want to make your poem. Cut out the article. Next carefully cut out each of the words that make up this article and put them all in a bag. Shake gently. Next take out each cutting one after the other. Copy conscientiously in the order in which they left the bag. The poem will resemble you. And there you are--an infinitely original author of charming sensibility, even though unappreciated by the ****** herd.” The use of chance operations in contemporary poetry has been used most famously by the international avant-garde group Fluxus, poet Jackson Mac Low, and the poet and composer John Cage. A good example of a poem that was written using chance operations is Jackson Mac Low’s “Stein 100: A Feather Likeness of the Justice Chair," which also includes Mac Low’s explanation of the methods he used to compose the poem.

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Jul 9, 2014

Jul 9, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC

LisaJeanineWinett

Poetry Class 7-9-14: Poetic Technique: Chance Operations

Chance Operations are methods of generating poetry independent of the author’s will. A chance operation can be almost anything from throwing darts and rolling dice, to the ancient Chinese divination method, I-Ching, and even sophisticated computer programs. Most poems created by chance operations use some original text as their source, be it the newspaper, an encyclopedia, or a famous work of literature. The purpose of such a practice is to play against the poet’s intentions and ego, while creating unusual syntax and images. The resulting poems allow the reader to take part in producing meaning from the work. The roots of using chance operations to generate poetry are generally traced to the Dada movement in Western Europe in the early and mid-twentieth-century, involving writers such as André Breton, Louis Aragon, Tristan Tzara, Philippe Soupault, and Paul Éluard. The Dadaists were deeply interested in the subconscious, and they believed that the mind would create associations and meaning from any text, including those generated through random selections. In one section of Tzara’s “Dada Manifesto on Feeble & Bitter Love," he offers the following instructions to make a Dadaist poem, here translated from the original French by Barbara Wright: “Take a newspaper. Take some scissors. Choose from this paper an article the length you want to make your poem. Cut out the article. Next carefully cut out each of the words that make up this article and put them all in a bag. Shake gently. Next take out each cutting one after the other. Copy conscientiously in the order in which they left the bag. The poem will resemble you. And there you are--an infinitely original author of charming sensibility, even though unappreciated by the ****** herd.” The use of chance operations in contemporary poetry has been used most famously by the international avant-garde group Fluxus, poet Jackson Mac Low, and the poet and composer John Cage. A good example of a poem that was written using chance operations is Jackson Mac Low’s “Stein 100: A Feather Likeness of the Justice Chair," which also includes Mac Low’s explanation of the methods he used to compose the poem.

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The darkness of the sun is the beauty of a woman who leaves fire and pipe, the machine is a service which also covers the hymn. Shimmering was a child of the world, people of the world and people of the north, I will go to the city gate, he will return to the police station to stay. ? With singer and God's clothes there was a double section, museum outside the bearded land alone, and I am going to the day before ammunition and I go to the bar. Lightning is the head of the school that stops football. Herodias' daughter got her old age as a child, her children, her generalization, encouraged the group of Gypsy political scientists as a new rule of Satan questioning the question of Herod's daughter John Baptist. Phillip's minimalist altruism and trans-quiet joint effort a black-bog of mustard wheat for the world he met through football. The authors suggest that the romantic movement was chilly online at this point. It would be more interesting for us to believe that people of the Netherlands' Philippe Philippine 2 of modern writers, sometimes called the Cleopatra of the modern writers, Herod's son and his fifth wife, Jerusalem. 2, 26, was born to Phillip and Harold Achilles his brother Herod Dai; 2 should not be confused with Nigeria, who calls the Dutch summer of the Finnish Institute of Philip of Nigeria. If you want to have a lot of fun, then 1 crime "Google 1, write," the sunlight is the beauty of a woman who leaves fire and pipe at the gate of the city's police station as the police return to the station in God's clothes: A double section in front of the beard, it was on the floor of the museum and used only for the first day of aquatic vapor; I will go to the bar and I am going to the bar.

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Nov 9, 2018

Nov 9, 2018 at 12:50 AM UTC

johnny-noiπ

The darkness of the sun is the beauty of a woman

The darkness of the sun is the beauty of a woman who leaves fire and pipe, the machine is a service which also covers the hymn. Shimmering was a child of the world, people of the world and people of the north, I will go to the city gate, he will return to the police station to stay. ? With singer and God's clothes there was a double section, museum outside the bearded land alone, and I am going to the day before ammunition and I go to the bar. Lightning is the head of the school that stops football. Herodias' daughter got her old age as a child, her children, her generalization, encouraged the group of Gypsy political scientists as a new rule of Satan questioning the question of Herod's daughter John Baptist. Phillip's minimalist altruism and trans-quiet joint effort a black-bog of mustard wheat for the world he met through football. The authors suggest that the romantic movement was chilly online at this point. It would be more interesting for us to believe that people of the Netherlands' Philippe Philippine 2 of modern writers, sometimes called the Cleopatra of the modern writers, Herod's son and his fifth wife, Jerusalem. 2, 26, was born to Phillip and Harold Achilles his brother Herod Dai; 2 should not be confused with Nigeria, who calls the Dutch summer of the Finnish Institute of Philip of Nigeria. If you want to have a lot of fun, then 1 crime "Google 1, write," the sunlight is the beauty of a woman who leaves fire and pipe at the gate of the city's police station as the police return to the station in God's clothes: A double section in front of the beard, it was on the floor of the museum and used only for the first day of aquatic vapor; I will go to the bar and I am going to the bar.

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India painted breast cancer, especially tooth, female, nature beetles and beehives with beehives. Maya Maori Production Source: Unique Police Revolution, Wisdom Propaganda, Female Girls, Snow and Body. In terms of health, Evan changes the market for green maize and gravel, body, sound, leather and lamps in the marketplace. Listen to the person's indignation, his refusal to call his family, and the drama that burns in the Middle East. Children themselves return to pregnant women, breast cancer, pregnancies, especially girls, in the usual rent and flower returns. Maya Maori Production Source: Unique Police Revolution, Wisdom Propaganda Propaganda, Female Girls, Snow and Body. In terms of health, Evan changes the market for green maize and gravel, body, sound, leather and lamps in the marketplace. This is known as the infinite power of Satan, known as the infallible building phase. Even though it is naughty, I'm coming back with a warning. The company was taken in heart. The Children's Science Letter In the 19th century, a clean baby brought fresh green grass and improved their energy. Volcanic eruption begins with a volcanic leaf in the volcanic eruption. The cooled flavors, mills, biscuits, sunflowers, sunlight, Milton's Power, Fireworks, El Universal, Metropolitan Police Station. Clean, are they back? First dress and weapons. Basic gasoline is not permitted. The woman was thrown out. The device includes services and music. Simple, public and geographical answers. Then we go to the town gate and the police station is 1. The main pollutant gas does not. He is a new heir by General Henry and Juan El Batista, a daughter and civil civilian gypsy who has been interviewed for several years. Activities by Philip Ainlin, football, wheat, bran, and web-based resources. 2, 26, Harold, my brother Phillips, and I had David's report. 2 Southern Nigeria's Southern Doctrine Institute was confused. Most "write to Google" crimes were transmitted by the police station. Before the library bar. Philippe goes to Abenne and provides clean Black rivers, leaflets and seeds, which shows the reader and love movement. This is very timely. On the fifth day, modern clipper was called Herod's father. 2, 26 Philip and his brother Harald Aliel were born again in the Netherlands in Phoenix in the Netherlands and Phillips II. There are two trumpets on the "Google" Crime Camp at the police station. But the Fly Museum has doubled before, but it will not be used in the first conflict.

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Nov 9, 2018

Nov 9, 2018 at 3:28 AM UTC

johnny-noiπ

The Infinite Power of Satan

India painted breast cancer, especially tooth, female, nature beetles and beehives with beehives. Maya Maori Production Source: Unique Police Revolution, Wisdom Propaganda, Female Girls, Snow and Body. In terms of health, Evan changes the market for green maize and gravel, body, sound, leather and lamps in the marketplace. Listen to the person's indignation, his refusal to call his family, and the drama that burns in the Middle East. Children themselves return to pregnant women, breast cancer, pregnancies, especially girls, in the usual rent and flower returns. Maya Maori Production Source: Unique Police Revolution, Wisdom Propaganda Propaganda, Female Girls, Snow and Body. In terms of health, Evan changes the market for green maize and gravel, body, sound, leather and lamps in the marketplace. This is known as the infinite power of Satan, known as the infallible building phase. Even though it is naughty, I'm coming back with a warning. The company was taken in heart. The Children's Science Letter In the 19th century, a clean baby brought fresh green grass and improved their energy. Volcanic eruption begins with a volcanic leaf in the volcanic eruption. The cooled flavors, mills, biscuits, sunflowers, sunlight, Milton's Power, Fireworks, El Universal, Metropolitan Police Station. Clean, are they back? First dress and weapons. Basic gasoline is not permitted. The woman was thrown out. The device includes services and music. Simple, public and geographical answers. Then we go to the town gate and the police station is 1. The main pollutant gas does not. He is a new heir by General Henry and Juan El Batista, a daughter and civil civilian gypsy who has been interviewed for several years. Activities by Philip Ainlin, football, wheat, bran, and web-based resources. 2, 26, Harold, my brother Phillips, and I had David's report. 2 Southern Nigeria's Southern Doctrine Institute was confused. Most "write to Google" crimes were transmitted by the police station. Before the library bar. Philippe goes to Abenne and provides clean Black rivers, leaflets and seeds, which shows the reader and love movement. This is very timely. On the fifth day, modern clipper was called Herod's father. 2, 26 Philip and his brother Harald Aliel were born again in the Netherlands in Phoenix in the Netherlands and Phillips II. There are two trumpets on the "Google" Crime Camp at the police station. But the Fly Museum has doubled before, but it will not be used in the first conflict.

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ask me again- how I could have fallen for a broken soul so damaging and abusive and mean but the truth is that I was a little girl not even 15 when u touched my body and I thought that you had touched my heart I would have never fallen in love with you now but for my little 15 year old mind your passion and beauty were enough and that's why I went run- ning back to you

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Sep 5, 2018

Sep 5, 2018 at 12:36 AM UTC

helenahi

philippe i know you'll never see this

ask me again- how I could have fallen for a broken soul so damaging and abusive and mean but the truth is that I was a little girl not even 15 when u touched my body and I thought that you had touched my heart I would have never fallen in love with you now but for my little 15 year old mind your passion and beauty were enough and that's why I went run- ning back to you

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(or, what I did 02Mar19PM) (sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCXLIII) Crunch M&M's whilst listning to, t'avail, Karl Lagerfeld on lo, his craft and thence Why he scorned social media for intents: Cuz artists need to keep the channels they'll Use to inspire such feats as we'll in frail Excuse half worship clear of aught else hence, Which I have learned ere now in sheer defense Of this mine own work, whence erm, nod, t'exhale. Chanel and Fendi lost a master fer Their grand success these decades, likeas to Effect they'll never know again in tour, Methinks. Ah, Shakespeare, Shelley, long gone too, Carl Philippe um, Emmanuel Bach--what were We thinking was ahead? Mars candy'd do. 03Mar19a

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Mar 9, 2019

Mar 9, 2019 at 9:51 PM UTC

JennyGordon

I've This Habit of Binging on Things...

(or, what I did 02Mar19PM) (sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCXLIII) Crunch M&M's whilst listning to, t'avail, Karl Lagerfeld on lo, his craft and thence Why he scorned social media for intents: Cuz artists need to keep the channels they'll Use to inspire such feats as we'll in frail Excuse half worship clear of aught else hence, Which I have learned ere now in sheer defense Of this mine own work, whence erm, nod, t'exhale. Chanel and Fendi lost a master fer Their grand success these decades, likeas to Effect they'll never know again in tour, Methinks. Ah, Shakespeare, Shelley, long gone too, Carl Philippe um, Emmanuel Bach--what were We thinking was ahead? Mars candy'd do. 03Mar19a

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i guess when you're pretty, you can be androgynous, and that's hardly the worry for the next skin head kid of great Ormond St. -kneecap feeling of guilt - but hell, i'd rather **** "Nicole" Maines than his twin (wortschatz von herrzensor) - pretty face akin to the river of binging on looking at philippe i, fluke of orléans ******* it off while ensuring his wife entertained a brother's calm to juxtapose figurines worth a thousand souls akin to blowing out of candles - so why bother dreaming a coercion for fakes and faeces into supposed applause, that those nearest to you cannot afford your company, yet afford it by being affording debt? no smaller duty over a dress at court, than it should be relative to the least exercise of power undressed, and un-courted, to be anticipated courting, given one's personal allowance as having wavered the king toward crown and gravity, rather than anointment and god... how thus disguise a caricature of one's former serious argumentation for competing sentences that disallowed sentencing via treason thus, years later, allowed? is the crown the joke? the king? or god? or maybe it is man's laws that are the donkey's tail being pinned, as forever in lover's jest best exemplified: a man of actions will never be a man of words - hence muscular actions gratifying easiest leverage of the abomination of lexicon lost, impede quickest and most versatile as those replacing a forgotten heart, best kept secret between however disgraceful the ******* of brotherhood is given toward worship for a Narcissus not smashing a kindred resemblance, instilled the widower swan the blackened pupil with vigorous rubric: repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat... only a conquered woman is comforted - a freely reigning woman ought be sacrificed with her belief of interpretation: thus crucified; well, she damns the brothel, but she isn't crucified enough to encourage love freely born; but born under torture.

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Jun 4, 2016

Jun 4, 2016 at 10:33 PM UTC

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aristocrats affording debt

i guess when you're pretty, you can be androgynous, and that's hardly the worry for the next skin head kid of great Ormond St. -kneecap feeling of guilt - but hell, i'd rather **** "Nicole" Maines than his twin (wortschatz von herrzensor) - pretty face akin to the river of binging on looking at philippe i, fluke of orléans ******* it off while ensuring his wife entertained a brother's calm to juxtapose figurines worth a thousand souls akin to blowing out of candles - so why bother dreaming a coercion for fakes and faeces into supposed applause, that those nearest to you cannot afford your company, yet afford it by being affording debt? no smaller duty over a dress at court, than it should be relative to the least exercise of power undressed, and un-courted, to be anticipated courting, given one's personal allowance as having wavered the king toward crown and gravity, rather than anointment and god... how thus disguise a caricature of one's former serious argumentation for competing sentences that disallowed sentencing via treason thus, years later, allowed? is the crown the joke? the king? or god? or maybe it is man's laws that are the donkey's tail being pinned, as forever in lover's jest best exemplified: a man of actions will never be a man of words - hence muscular actions gratifying easiest leverage of the abomination of lexicon lost, impede quickest and most versatile as those replacing a forgotten heart, best kept secret between however disgraceful the ******* of brotherhood is given toward worship for a Narcissus not smashing a kindred resemblance, instilled the widower swan the blackened pupil with vigorous rubric: repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat... only a conquered woman is comforted - a freely reigning woman ought be sacrificed with her belief of interpretation: thus crucified; well, she damns the brothel, but she isn't crucified enough to encourage love freely born; but born under torture.

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Prince, les assassins consacrent ta puissance. Ils forcent Dieu lui-même à nous montrer sa main. Par droit d'élection tu régnais sur la France ; La balle et le poignard te font un droit divin. De ceux dont le hasard couronna la naissance, Nous en savons plusieurs qui sont sacrés en vain. Toi, tu l'es par le peuple et par la Providence ; Souris au parricide et poursuis ton chemin. Mais sois prudent, Philippe, et songe à la patrie, Ta pensée est son bien, ton corps son bouclier ; Sur toi, comme sur elle, il est temps de veiller. Ferme un immense abîme et conserve ta vie. Défendons-nous ensemble, et laissons-nous le temps De vieillir, toi pour nous, et nous pour tes enfants.

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Alfred de Musset

Au Roi, après l'attentat de Meunier

Prince, les assassins consacrent ta puissance. Ils forcent Dieu lui-même à nous montrer sa main. Par droit d'élection tu régnais sur la France ; La balle et le poignard te font un droit divin. De ceux dont le hasard couronna la naissance, Nous en savons plusieurs qui sont sacrés en vain. Toi, tu l'es par le peuple et par la Providence ; Souris au parricide et poursuis ton chemin. Mais sois prudent, Philippe, et songe à la patrie, Ta pensée est son bien, ton corps son bouclier ; Sur toi, comme sur elle, il est temps de veiller. Ferme un immense abîme et conserve ta vie. Défendons-nous ensemble, et laissons-nous le temps De vieillir, toi pour nous, et nous pour tes enfants.

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Oh Life, why it seems to me That it's not easy to play your game Your ways are without precepts Your methods hard to understand At times you favor with us Over our accomplishments and successes While sometimes you make it seem worthless At times of trouble, you condemn us Desolate us in our solitude While you also teach us the meaning of your existence And also the value of others who truly mean Funny how malleable your functions are No culture has been able to define you better Mysterious you forever have been and will be Oh Life, I thank you for having chosen me To be the Host for you to exist For making me meaningful and worthy And a person that will be remembered By you in others... Neville Philippe

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Nov 26, 2016

Nov 26, 2016 at 2:02 AM UTC

neville-philippe

An Ode To Life

Oh Life, why it seems to me That it's not easy to play your game Your ways are without precepts Your methods hard to understand At times you favor with us Over our accomplishments and successes While sometimes you make it seem worthless At times of trouble, you condemn us Desolate us in our solitude While you also teach us the meaning of your existence And also the value of others who truly mean Funny how malleable your functions are No culture has been able to define you better Mysterious you forever have been and will be Oh Life, I thank you for having chosen me To be the Host for you to exist For making me meaningful and worthy And a person that will be remembered By you in others... Neville Philippe

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ever walk the local labyrinth of english outer-suburban streets... and pass a point between a tree and a fence, like a ****** bride walked to the altar with a lace veil thrown onto her head... but instead: adam ant "make-up", feeling a single spider-web thread, just below the eyes, exploring the existence of nerves in cartilage? a single spider-web line where cartilage ends and bone begins... could it be more spectacular than the cold wind of the north sea against the budding stubble of a fisherman? come to "think" of it, this subtle encounter within the microcosm of the existence of aliens in the realm of insects... ever walk into a single thread of a cobweb? that's as abstract as walking into A... or a zukofsky... boorish about bach... and not A, as a dentist's impromptu to craft a sigh... sure, it's short of something spectacular: in the poetic trenches of whatever can be reached by words in the common parlé of what's otherwise mundane... that vague aspect of a breeze that's always warm, and cannot be deemed a wind... not exactly a philippe petit moment walking the tight-rope between the duo-phrens... a silk thread of an arachno-architecture beginning... so i walked on, trying to not scratch my nose... drank my beer, deposited the empty bottle into a dustbin, smoked a second cigarette, and focused on why i've been constipated for the past 3 days, given this heat... hell... seems my body doesn't want to give off any moisture if i can't even take a **** with this weather.

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Jul 5, 2018

Jul 5, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC

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stripping down the theatrical aspect of performance art

ever walk the local labyrinth of english outer-suburban streets... and pass a point between a tree and a fence, like a ****** bride walked to the altar with a lace veil thrown onto her head... but instead: adam ant "make-up", feeling a single spider-web thread, just below the eyes, exploring the existence of nerves in cartilage? a single spider-web line where cartilage ends and bone begins... could it be more spectacular than the cold wind of the north sea against the budding stubble of a fisherman? come to "think" of it, this subtle encounter within the microcosm of the existence of aliens in the realm of insects... ever walk into a single thread of a cobweb? that's as abstract as walking into A... or a zukofsky... boorish about bach... and not A, as a dentist's impromptu to craft a sigh... sure, it's short of something spectacular: in the poetic trenches of whatever can be reached by words in the common parlé of what's otherwise mundane... that vague aspect of a breeze that's always warm, and cannot be deemed a wind... not exactly a philippe petit moment walking the tight-rope between the duo-phrens... a silk thread of an arachno-architecture beginning... so i walked on, trying to not scratch my nose... drank my beer, deposited the empty bottle into a dustbin, smoked a second cigarette, and focused on why i've been constipated for the past 3 days, given this heat... hell... seems my body doesn't want to give off any moisture if i can't even take a **** with this weather.

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