trade station

Saturday, November 20, 2004

reboot goat: the farm tender remains your clatter. mung bean reliance, there on the pond scope, there for tree skill. justice creeping suspect appending rules reeks mainly. duff kindling retrains the mooning scattered along scruff pathways. means of dilgence go onto language scan. it's a closer with a roof.this is the viscous launch at most of the extreme.

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

little pieces treated to completion. complexity adverts a promise. news over the wings sends parting throngs sentiment. the years in tidal baying seem yeasted. a pool fills with spring. dire moments after the autumn spent. a glittery range called stars complete the poem as promise.

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

you won't make risk factory steam. you will august sentence stream. you could try station happening on the march thru town. you could effort it trickling. your maps vent needs some last picture, thru now darkened window. hey, read this Baudrillard book, all about frames!

Sunday, November 07, 2004

all the loaded differences make daring, the supply side report features mean interest rattling, but the utter course imposes too, strict decent beans and hill of, flighty high to institute the new beginning endlessly again, it looks like sport or trauma squad, who cares the ratiocinations of this being plush, all our reports feed the same miserable step into more of the same conversing, range across the useless, proof against the posed, sneer into face of sneering, such as actions we equate with being alive aligned or merely on our hill and all

king particle won't let go

Saturday, November 06, 2004

we create a tactile
nameplate

we import on a ranchers income

we raid a verdict (are you trusty?)

we sneak into the bedroom,
close enough for government work

we stride a lot,
that's the mileage plain

knotholes explain the tree

known limpid management
starts the carping
you invested

steed frame invents a loose
faction metre, dripping clause

loners tease out
the republic's nattiness

trremendous open troll
foundation laments
on turf war time

sump pumps are for
losers

Monday, November 01, 2004

music of inkling
done you in

practice lump in political dropper.
club syntax tires over years.
screen haven needs a shadow.
vote you effing heart out.