them write them versescussescurses

__--------------beware thee false pretenders__________

little jesus idin't really dig'em

did'it in a neurotic moment of subjecthood- The Knight Escaped!

whereas knighthood


is what it's really about




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keepthe languagewagertheflowfloodofbattlegodsthemouths made toetotoespeech

not a dyin' man with a stick up his ass

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Were You ?

were you happy with those verses, Jesus? I prosed the recondite bear of truth fluffed by h’s and death warrants to the saddle dome, a sailor makin’ mystery or it doesn’t cut mustard with me and how many onions can you hold in a wheel barrow, that other stanza was the work of dogs and clipped speed warped at the roof top of an old laptop lap top not lap tip tipping on the edge of a smile close to the roof top of spears . Jesu, will you be my maitre as I school the down days of pediment rock , my only body a broke thing, some apostrophe which calibrates itself against the nights of lonely and coffee over the ovaries of Bleu dog past and blue dog true and she’s burning her bridges and cluttering her brocades and stuttering her

O Jesus, that one slipped away like the punctuation in the first book of verses over the awkward of your first year awake a walk over the hill the hump they call a mountain. Some prose of deterioration and an old 386 lap top bought on the fast beat of nomad to wake move again to a new settle some other never place called home like some cowboy not bought by the shadow of the instant trapped by the oozing wakes of her dawn and the other hope

O Mary Mother, some grammatical error past conation and the theological mystery of pain and its Son, her Son? was that some cheap cross you rocked on? A poem that was, and a half! The schizo poem par excellence _ how can one judge such a thing, justifying its death in a world where praying is an expert opinion excluded by the poetic of action. And the down days of a society. Societry of bearable bodies in the last days _ is that the Event of the wound blissful as a broken body and your lover’s cross sworn across the deltas of suffering, the miasma of mist and

The fourth noble truth silent as a down

wrecked in the middle of the night .

The other ones were mistakes .

.

PuT thEe SQuEeZe On SiZe

put the squeeze on , on on .

playing for ashes, she took text cloth off naked shiver of his
what is that promo titdoing there inwindow of her ruby doll?
exit the slammer cup up the rube babe, you got recovery on your heels.
she climb over verb to its hip hit of thought mouth to his
open air tongue grapple that hook waybaby she is the oud of his

lover of eyeball him without walls her finger go in spine hook

one thousand one night spasm of masturbate
what is that? some box of backward cam?
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Organ : can you remove my sex organ into your mouth
as this body is dead of breath? can see over fantasm to make
you alive again? with yer brain? and heart?
Body: I am come to the dead she is my whip waken yer death
lover. O lover have you heftted me to your astral hip?

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ape

then will be the coming siren. over the hill. down the alcove. over the sea. Called it the Ape of Death. in a verse. not near or far. but someplace. bent far off

it's this
tea

mountain , cave,

henry mille r now forgotten

Henry Miller was dying ||

finger of speech?

necessary harbinger of the past |
refusal to die bearing easily|
shaker of pentagram|
lesser of greater|
quantums mix best spirit|ed knight. his kicking tree|desire

loprem bla prune

tingwix wix is tell wall
to bugga gubba bugga off

loprem bla prune
to el corno to take
wix tinga will wake
da wiz ka tinga to shake

tingwix waz were where
will you itwise gwento Lyre?

gwento Heumsickly?
gwento misstress'd?

itwise thusdoink
we tingwix wix is tell we all
to bugga gubba bugga off

peasterburn yer ulsterbombs
plessed peas & all

j'E eh

J'e was borned at finneagans wake. yes. really and the antipoems of mister you know who bette than I do.then led to prose poems. yepum . as solution to problem of versed foems. yepyep. now what? well it ficitonioned itself then too as unlocked door of , or rather out of , personal pronoun. as it seemd to me that was the poreous porbelamatic promendaedade problematical of writing. yes. versums.</span> yes span my nickled and dime plated gold onion.

is annoying . so it s the problemt that is discussed bySartre in the Critique of Dialiectial Reason

imperfection inprogress. imperfect m,ou~th imper~ium . as breaks this way s. show. glue glowing.show. edit. cut. No Doubt is Great ~ and JuxtaPostion is her God

swallowhips go north in winter

could you please squeeze my

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purple prose (PUR-puhl proz) noun

An overly ornate piece of writing.

nature vomits garbage

garbage drifts into folds/tesserae

look it's full of stars

garbarge vomits nature

This week's theme: words with color as metaphors.

DE WAARGENOMEN SPIEGELING reflecteert niets,
de waarnemer ziet het restant
van een werking

[Two synonyms of the term are 'purple passage' and 'purple patch'. The idea comes from Latin pannus purpureus (purple patch), a phrase used by the poet Horace in his Ars Poetica (The Art of Poetry) to suggest a patch of royal fabric on an ordinary cloth, a brilliant piece of writing in an overall dull work. Purple was the color of choice by the royalty as the purple dye was the most rare and hence most expensive.]

-Anu Garg (words at wordsmith.org)

"How much purple prose will they have to suffer through just to find the dang necklace?"

Amanda Henry; King of the World? The Tampa Tribune (Florida); Dec 18, 2007.

DE WAARGENOMEN SPIEGELING reflecteert niets,
de waarnemer ziet het restant
van een werking

i won't kill you fuck you i won't kill you
fuck you i won't kill you fuck you i won't kill you
fuck you i won't kill you fuck you i won't kill you
fuck you i won't kill you fuck you i won't

Ästhetische Erziehung der Menscheit
Lehre v.d. Ordnungen Ästhetische
Erziehung der Menscheit Lehre
v.d. Ordnungen

Ästhetische Erziehung der Menscheit
Lehre v.d. Ordnungen Ästhetische

DSFBS- TUN6

now introducing

LA CATALHOLICA SUBVERTVISTA

[she can't sing but at least she knows how to squeeze
my

DEEP SPACE FLOATING

BOMB SQUAD TEMPLE

UNIT NIPPLES

nature vomits garbage

look it's full of stars

folds get stuffed with vomit

garbarge vomits nature

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the neck is lacerated
the duck is queer
the ais have it

let's suffi our kate
&

all to get her now

h ave a coockie

of ten

the burrow only work if they are avail. if knot. then collap. this explain. as when the animal rat's trapped. no exit flight then war of flack hole ixflode
>of tone ~f voice ~ love ~ how else then ~ words of seer ~ prophet in his own
work some don't .hooked

land landing landed ~
winged island indeed.

en ~ words of seer ~ prophet in his own
work some don't .hooked of nose. death. lassoed by principle. wretched by fate.

land landing landed ~moult ~ her eyes ~ mouth eyes~ brea ~

this tidbit was wrapping itself in echo around h e a d
will war come ? big one across spreading butter jam plant death? o mighty lords of peace and love bring peace . a klight walking invoked yer aid

r you go really?

duns scotus bought a c h a i r ~

fill out the ero
cone
wenting lead

light as virtual hym



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however he didnt buy bad poetry.

more ph pferhaps, mr meta?

another daphne study

... si flumina numen habetis,
qua nimium placui, mutando perde figuram

bad moon rising on the phoebian chick
the man's onto her, his lid is thick

you can hear his blood throbbing
regular as any round robin so hey ho

time to change the time again, set sail
for mozambique or guadaloupe. The sun

squanders its light on blind folk like us, we
long for the night so we can bump into

love love. Po & Mo are known extentions
for files containing localisation information.

Love loves love like tingel tangel tangles any toe.
dress the wounds with mistletoe. oh darn barn

it's way too late for christmas chant, but then,
she for one taught us headbanging on her -

1, 2, 3, 4, roadrunner roadrunner -
darling wooden breasts, now didn't she?

Linux live in Baden-Baden, meanwhile, parsing
Schoenberg shitting his countless desperate chamber

symphonies, and canons too for choirs, his art must have hurt
for weeks afterwarts, oh man those

were the days, we could wiggle our brains & wander off
in the woods, shoot each other in the plain ugly face

with cock-eyed faulty pistols, one of us
would survive and be miserable &

destitute, & crippled and plain ugly
for the rest of our lifes. Here, let me

tear up your skirt, i'll grab you yet,
squeeze some juicy verse from under there..

light 's meant for the dying. the eye's
a voice that wants desire to be desire so it

can desire desire in a new kind of nieces science
on the south pole today skiing essentialists

discover a whole in the hole untsoweiter

(when your arms explode & all your thoughts
will freeze to dust you will know) Download

now, it will take for ever by surprise.

con fly its wormin daaee wankenee. shank rink

glahes galesh

Galesh Galesh if when comBING it WILL. SuiSse PeppperRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

'PPEL SUISSE AU POIRE WILLIAM

yesterday it/i/we only
lacked any of the available
triadic (abstract [2])

today ikea

-- outside the poire of triads we go for hologramm. not the known uni-verse as verre de vers was curse not cure. so machine glide along nouvel verse to hearse its fleeding foment. Come gelse votre temps des munchhausen.

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Its about physics

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kept inthe cistern cistern| never did did did
He had cither citther cither not a zither
Blake used secret methods to his work.
some can be seen at blake pages in engleterre at blake webs
Blake slept clandestine method singing in naked zither
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-- machine property. i uspose its a good idear. but fly its got gleeer as Blak e was here and she said Free works of the Mind throw of Shackles!

III do not behold the outward creation... it is a hindrance and not action.....


"A Divine Image

Cruelty has a Human Heart
And Jealousy a Human Face
Terror, the Human Form Divine
And Secrecy, the Human Dress

The Human Dress, is forged Iron
The Human Form, a fiery Forge.
The Human Face, a Furnace seal’d
The Human Heart, its hungry Gorge. "

The face what a horror _ A horror story, the face is a horror storyi [102]

[102] Deleuze and Guattari, 1987, p. 168.

hi my name is maria

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new faint edged dagger in time we tell

APPEL SUISSE AU POIRE WILLIAM

yesterday it/i/we only
lacked any of the available
triadic (abstract [2])

today ikea
heaven dismembered all
angels eating angelic pie

tomorrow the

po m me

‘rde

To all three feuer hexen
mit missile swarm geschmäck

try{

lice seek the pangeric gate

a mermaid is so heaven needs
to disbar red angels eating foo

mermaid please prfrtor
prftoir aour cristert m
(bleed but do not shit in vain)
(squeeze off head & tails
like grijze garnalen*

*Ostend schrimp

// no trickster optic

Fosforise DA News Bullittin

} catch (all prone 2) {

lic e-seek ence ns
ns sue

sister cameron is here

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william blake had a valise

Blake's backhand was better than that. when shipping waybill. coming around
vision of penman and spendour she came in her cloud. a sipping yard
pack-a-bloc with juice.
yer poetic license's been revoked.
yes


Blake's bellheaved her winsome golly over the core. she came over
her kidney. sooth beckoning her boston ripe.

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Nota: about 2 weeks ago, for an afternoon
3 fellow poet beings did a reading in
the state of New York. it was fun.
forgot how fun. these thing.
were. The audience warm and receptive.
We got little checky things afterward
and cause it's canadian dollar we came out
ahead. Heading to more recital. We go in
cab emerge out of women's bodies. Growing
dozen flowers around genitals.
Ok a bit prosy here. agreed. adjective lover.
your mouth mucked on dirt. O!
in 2008 new book, first in some year
publishing. ought to funner than ever.
funnier ever than, funniest, funnies!
les funnies. oui, yes.
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All my words are on parole ~

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these posts best view'd in bed mozilla firefox. no condoms
s.v.plait. no safe text.
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all your word on day pass
parole ~

these then

Come Sir Phillips Sirefull lips is this the Cuffy Lunks buffy who so crudely loves one afar,

an Eve in her bask balcony forlorn stage? Is this the one who merited only heaven, but gaining hell in its stead? a clarity from youth such as not an other had? Is this the one whose thighs burned with fire to death, as matter took its toll? what shamble of shakes was it? that mistook yer friend for a loping beginner and weak-kneed Verlaine? Was it all you meant? when you said
O my telephone bill is so so out of place? Shall we send you a bath mat for your materials of poverty? was war your only embering aim?

______________

IN the other email you sent him, you declared your undying love, well undying love is a little bit boring. (dont you think! hahaha undying love, not what sort of neurotic cap is dat! you know you clasp my testicles nutly!) [hahahahhaha] how about some flesh , blood and a good vacation to the Bahamas?

Banannas you reply. A loser. A floozy with no neck, a shrieking down double dealer a control freak with eyes in the back of her neck? a double Picasso rear ass view. Something that shines in the dark, a thing. with a premonitory name a quilt where german babies grovel. a word smith with nocturnal revels to bear. something like this. on the page.


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1203 noon.ish.


you call swearing cursing cussing my body you promise is a curve of cussing things that makes yer gussy self better not forlorn like the cheap tawdry bacon that holds you together. a friend in palestine says paleolithic is lithim based like manic depressive hearkenings to the whole becomings of truth and her providences Janine Macintosh desiring-machines unlimited.
calibrates her sense of Sister Teresa Buttocks buttery buttocks lending 'down' the street a perpendicular nose to daft men to her army privates in her army lov'es gaudy body No body has love No one loves this. I am Shelley, the poet I know whereof I speak. The body without organs and the trespass without night.

She dares me to reply. But I am your dear lesbian missing in action. the double twin of yer splitoscenic ironic lack of iron no you are not ironic illiterate yes, but not others. cinema of your hands and eyes was once hair but now a hearing aid to bathe your intent a pathetic fallacy is not a pathetic phallocracy in themiddle of things stop yer bedizend dizzery! its beelzebub its hubbub when she stippled her game the tips she analyszed witha political force only akin to her uncle Genet

some hand under the page was her too much control the forward freak of her nature a split noun between demonstrative and corrective

see this see Jane see the Boy see her hop to his fence some sum
sum equals I signed this heart with yer air. was the emblematic stasis of disapproval


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MissyRimbaud comes back to writer her body's text deterritorialized.
__________________

Commentary

"

între ciumaţii lumii
iubesc şi eu ca toţi
şi-mi sporesc
cu un ceas căderile"

She was in Bucharest when news came. he arrived as a river.Over blanket her shelving.

reDonEit colouring book[e]

redon e redone redoneo coloring book book colour redone encore quelque fois

winter come b o d y w i t h ou t i ma g e

Winter comes like a barrage of army trucks. cleaners sweepers. weepers. ringing of
swan song
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In addition to some of th e other questions posed below _ how does one recover a body from the literally hundreds of thousands of image, surrounding one... its an indirect discourse?





image from artist :

/ Jae Hoon Lee

Prof Alliez speaking to AntiOedipus her shirt on her skirt flaring in air detailed to sun Love:
"or we need a ‘body without image’, that is to say, an Anti-Flesh, in order to replace every ‘image of the body’ (‘the latest avatar of the soul’, according to Deleuze & Guattari) and attain ‘the infinite of the decomposition of the socius’ on the basis of which one will be able to affirm‘the coextension of the social field and desire’13 and deny(deconstruct, destroy) the dominant structures, through a chaosmic immersion in the matters of sensation that these structures repress, and which will be put to work in the composition of mutant percepts and affects.' She end quote with her mouth wide opens gawking at _________________>
at Lee's painting image ___ later we split image.

vers

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over the falling sea

the sea sea

you hear elm

but it aint no more

just willow talk

willow tick-tock

in the shaggy isthmus

bound by crater

thought and hungry penny hand-me-down

you rushed over

taking these matters in hand

(took these matinees in hand)

(bare gloss of)

merited a lover's gasp

we came

like that two troubadours reckoning on the end of brittle bone

____________________________

in thistle down

ground you jerked away the hands

covering night's only rain

frosted with your intaglioed

lair

poetry toy

but fanny cannot hold her self back long. longer to thee my bglove! she wiggle her body to his. not the virtual kiss but the real one of klm and i am arriving Wednesday. They mount plateau rear as glance to past the rushing thitherness of blossomed their hands crawl. Fanny call Franny call Mona to Jill they find him authored to himself intheir kitchen
Fakir fakery to follow. Its fled flee ~
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No comments where none intended. extensivo is latinate. so then fold, le fold, and franny fanny jill mona and others .

drafting

1, 2 , 3 ,

easily
interlaced finger
joints
praying
on
needle
pintle
antler
to high
hoofed
roof ~

check

mate

stilstandsexplosie

we brengen de hand 1 in het spel Spel
we brengen de hand 2 in het Spel
1,2 willen begrijpen

you understand
we grab things

you want in
our ware is true

het de op de de
it the on the the

in scheiding de versjes modaliteiten
in divorce the verse modalities

should you ever
accidently grab hold of the snake
within
every move she makes (tralaleelala)

loosen up, relax, have a drink
it's only me

(Onleeeeee UUUUUU),
this mortal coil


All 2 get her now:

OOONNNNLY YYYYYYYOOOOUOUOUOUOU
can make (untsoweiter)

but fanny

“I’m Cacadcacacadananninannanannanadian but, fut, fut fut
my mother/father is...., so I guess I’m......(Irish Jewish, American).
Canadian children with one migrant parent and one fifth generation Canadian parent: a short study of eugenicist notions, multiculturalism and Canadian Identity in the last 28 years.

really realy really rilly

“But where are you from REALLY?”

"Since each of us are multiple, we are already quite a crowd" - Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guattari, A Thousand Plateaus.




but fanny cannot hold her self back long. longer to thee my bglove! she wiggle her body to his. not the virtual kiss but the real one of klm and i am arriving Wednesday. They mount plateau rear as glance to past the rushing thitherness of blossomed their hands crawl. Fanny call Franny call Mona to Jill they find him authored to himself intheir kitchen
Fakir fakery to follow. Its fled flee ~
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as foR SalOme ? well she ought to know better
when the baptizer come riding glidin' slicin'



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of the Per ~ Mute ~-machined texting+ image

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