trade station

buttress

2005-02-12T07:56:00.000-05:00

lindsay lohan is her 13
I am gone
lindsay lohan is 15
I tried that twice
lindsay lohan is 16
I am building the nastiest thing on earth
lindsay lohan is the hottest alive
I am on wonderful daily
lindsay lohan is now 15 years

jelling style

2005-02-12T07:55:00.000-05:00

come we must go to after thinking. we must stir attitude cough, it's our panel. we must screen need on a basis, don't talk about closing time. snap like fracture for a diligent pop, then fret of scuff. rustic symphonies are filmed at terrible, but that's not our mine. our means taking clash, as still tho comes to snow. chucked at the bending stare, as if we could goal long. come, then, pinnacle. a favour is constant. rubber necking stumps of theory go further when you riled. you are trusted by delivery, neat as caution, bound for glowing. half a nature stings inside the trading station. means of needless begins at verse forum. we must get over that. the paragraph isn't still.

2005-01-14T23:15:00.000-05:00

people set blowing then rode words over against that they started hardened that they'll finish tricks of steering and vsion in blue but natural rading of if comes lapping altered distraction factor makes me sad what say you?

visual cue

2005-01-11T15:16:00.000-05:00

a grange syllabus for effort, when we felt constrained. we looked at dad, the meaning of interest while wearing a tie. the tie signified a generation felt more home. there becomes (then or now) a mothering father or more, when you have time inside. inside is when you agree. you and me, with taking hold and only our hands mean anything. a word isn't really cousin to anything yet, but we like to think. we like to point at the truth of black, or green, sometimes. awake and shining, for the effect becomes residual when delivered, like a stream before the melt completes. we have our hands, and the certainty of naming. we marry our days, and into them see long shadows. those shadows are beautiful, with just theory showing example. when we feel implored, it's another day! another even might follow. we could institute some plan, trade off worry for a few drinks of coldest water, and wait for spring. does that sound nice, like a smile, the recognition we've always really had. slyly, some other words attend the moment too.

2005-01-11T10:04:00.000-05:00

a poem like crazy until it was just the colour of grass. the playing of instant, while words resumed some set, bridging, token inference. we stayed late into the day, provoking ideas and tides. we felt useful in certain crumbs and the nature of dark snow on the bending aloofness of whichever nearest looming tree caught our eye. sullen and distinct while a few snatches of song alight in deference to a moment or two. departure includes many details, but love seems to round out the pleasure of just speaking together. we have our time, after all, tho time has us. a poem beyond a word suffices, until we can all hold hands again.

2005-01-07T13:58:00.000-05:00

I have made a list of
things you can do
that will tell me that
you love me

I call it
a strategy
so you won't
lose hope

2004-12-18T22:11:00.000-05:00

ambiguity as a structure resists most temperature sheers, yet includes utmost productivity in forensic loss. the people sleep like daisies, yet never suppose the language that could sleep like daisies, only the sleeping daisies. a choir of interests hangs over the sediment particular of this matter while we wait.

2004-12-18T08:43:00.000-05:00

went on farming what couldn't be trade. left off the ration stopping as a run in. raid wouldn't last. these notes try a glassiness, until the morn finds its still. still brings us watered noun, down to our town. think of something grafted onto the last thought, open door. farmed that. stayed awake with that. slept thru that. need more rain. wind isn't right. we have stayed in nation too long.

2004-12-17T21:22:00.000-05:00

the closing of suddenness upon last ditch momentum surely riled the varmints in Tarzan's dream. Jane noticed plump flowering military dragons in the east of everything and woke the charge. settlement of pleasant words were said. this is the latest movie to have everything, and everything else. Tarzan gave some indication, and Jane helped with the civilized pars. the movie was strict about redemption, and caring about caring. the windows of the world hung open until the entire jungle said the same word. we were reading it yesterday...

2004-12-17T13:22:00.000-05:00

there was twice the blitz as we sing thru. momentary story hung on outrage, or mere outage, something that crops up. tunes filled the pillows of the sleepers on request. something shabby indicates the list toward language. maybe it's the call inside the drama fund period. trump to know many same easy, once.

2004-12-17T07:06:00.000-05:00

nothing left. we announced it. the significant payload as of looking sphere, the imploding crash, the way the pieces flicker after all bombs. wordless trail means often slowing thru definition tinges and trying to learn out. out has all the possible connections, we surmise, and rough machinery in our kin. the trend towar only aggravates certain known callings. the bear is in the hills, waiting. we've written enough.

2004-11-20T17:30:00.000-05:00

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.

2004-11-17T08:28:00.000-05:00

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.

2004-11-10T21:07:00.000-05:00

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!

2004-11-07T07:45:00.000-05:00

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

2004-11-07T07:44:00.000-05:00

king particle won't let go

2004-11-06T20:49:00.000-05:00

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

2004-11-06T20:48:00.000-05:00

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

2004-11-01T20:42:00.000-05:00

music of inkling
done you in

2004-11-01T20:41:00.000-05:00

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

2004-10-30T22:17:00.000-04:00

all this lists music as a corner in the roam

2004-10-30T22:16:00.001-04:00

toxic shimmy sham causes yaps on bonus tool change nodule smoothie heap count

2004-10-30T22:16:00.000-04:00

stoppage clop cools on pseudo ocular rendition splat

2004-10-30T22:15:00.000-04:00

blanket stadia barn dance resumes in class fiction barrel roll

2004-10-30T20:13:00.000-04:00

soviet key largo reaches desperate measures à la preening in summer wax for a fit lift off topping all collusion in appropriate nest

2004-10-29T05:31:00.000-04:00

beyond the window... reached tads of spark meant over all stew function left upon the strict income dance band milder rain forest hoop spring test text optimal mention maestro coligding after these the seats in coming together toward a new longer train trap

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2004-10-29T05:30:00.000-04:00

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2004-10-28T07:16:00.000-04:00

blush of blue comes to town. the ageless instant thing involved in moment for the pile of leaves, stessing facts on the logical front. all time slows into a mirrored restless try to keep the language sound. poems in the window itself, do you see?

2004-10-26T21:39:00.000-04:00

as much sun as indiffderent to the end of trees. fills skyless clouds or takes away all light to a time, now, that goes away. instant as autumn in hand, drop of leaf like casualty, thru testing but without geese in stubblefield. the moment at a time.

2004-10-25T22:05:00.000-04:00

the window itself, in the present dark, the dark present. a picture of time, spent word, language in a lift. takes a word, after tonal weed, sets a picture. window as word and turn around.

2004-10-25T08:58:00.000-04:00

could rain instead of what, the wiles of growing season. geese as tributary runupon the stretch, as cold as grey on nerve. dimming brown of until the oak, which holds the leaves instilling, month or two or thru the winter years. ahead is list of many.

2004-10-24T22:25:00.000-04:00

black window's dense detail proves nothing. quake on moment seems sure. cool night over all the gusts of impression. this is a natural place.

2004-10-23T15:20:00.000-04:00

jet fighter calmly intends the vague sky, brunt grey sequence of cloud factor. tests the sky as meaning place, in armature of nation and besides the speed. learns a moment as a window place, the rush toward something that's away. and firing on thru, autumnal effect and rather chill. the sound is gone, the view is not.

2004-10-23T06:06:00.000-04:00

in the sky with the grey hesitation at the cusp of caring, death like a whistle thru the left of words, right to the window, which lightens. a colour being part of the total light, tapping into how morning grows. were there stars in the sky, or reflected planets, or just a little time away?

2004-10-22T21:52:00.000-04:00

stilted blackness certainly asserts night. not loss, which doesn't leave anyway, but the divot of turf called summer. it was in the window too. it grew the grass that can be seen thru the gauzy. seeds are full and forever a plunge into soil to happen. time's a colour on a spinning.

2004-10-22T07:08:00.000-04:00

window possibly files rain into the end of one minute, join of another. traits of greyish, in a dawn alleviating movement from the berth of night. defintion structures rise from dreams, surely as a dry leaf acceptable in the window.

2004-10-21T21:12:00.000-04:00

just a window as black, and you'll be a blade of grass some day. someday you will be a window, with a blade of grass. autumn hangs darkness on the street and into trees for a ride forever. you'll attend. the stringing sound of wind in the trees, the autumn boring in, a close window as you think, this picture near an ending that doesn't stay the end.

2004-10-21T14:54:00.000-04:00

fill the grey dust of average sky. perch of oak as getting colder. separate for now the hint of afternoon, the end of all grass, the survey under rainy theory. we're still 'there', meaning 'here', examining the particular. leave it to language to learn.

2004-10-21T07:44:00.000-04:00

nation-states of clouds running pink in the upward climb of day. the matter of peeking. a street runs to places under that, for moments till the next turn.

2004-10-20T06:57:00.000-04:00

clear as blue, and you'll want your own. at the top branch of the green oak, scratch of morning. offeratory to contrail wedged into sunlihgt. tough reading of cold sky while measure of season makes almost sense.

2004-10-19T21:23:00.000-04:00

collects darkness in moments, spreads them in darkness, moments, motion, brings street to even, then it's gone, like death in a family, or nod on a topic, autumn run to end.

2004-10-19T13:53:00.000-04:00

descriptive tourney breathes fresh air. it's called rain, the natural state of falling all around. and the street is some federal place, just in between other places, gridded for excellence in location and position. autumn isn't all fire. thoughts drag around.

2004-10-19T08:01:00.000-04:00

language is a street or two, lamp lit thru the night. on morning's call a diffrent residue of intending. each harmonic has a chance and playing. ground to earth and flight of sky that delivers, the pictures stand the test.

2004-10-18T21:56:00.000-04:00

evening is just about night. we live in definitions, and when they don't work, we look around. the darkness of intent, in the meeting of edge in sky. the sky is a pasture of stars, until written down too prosaically. here's the time and darkcool structure. tomorrow brings a morning.

2004-10-18T16:09:00.000-04:00

last minute suddenly the trees. busy at the grinding down of leave for what. a pile. the pile is earth, or eventually you will see the land in more. well the plane overhead, seems, and the trees are full. autumn at the right of time, or left. how do we know?

2004-10-18T11:47:00.000-04:00

adamant grey skies or grade skies or even the way iron means something in nationalistic terms. struck holes in white stuff, for miserable blue, if you're thinking summer has more time. struck but instant, purpose of containing. street wet withal and for moments.

2004-10-18T05:46:00.000-04:00

melodious morning or contrivance thereof. short brush with darkness, cat, hunger. clump of determined work, a word at a time. dog to go out, cat to wander inside, both will eat. I will eat. there's monday starting.

2004-10-17T17:34:00.000-04:00

afternoon again arrives, clearing clouds and setting picture forward to our evening. our evening feeds or fills autumn, into the rustle of leaves, a chill some time, and waiting. waiting in the street maybe, with the dog along, and Orion's belt visible, or waiting to the point, the cool happenstance. still green oak leaves, proposals of orange. yellow and red in other trees. days in pictures.

2004-10-17T08:54:00.000-04:00

history in a sunday moment, bluest sky forever. tramp of leaves downward, thru wet as once to discover. in tow of morning made a day, in data sheets toward language paused as sung. little notes assure.

2004-10-17T05:28:00.000-04:00

spot of the dark, upon the edgy morn. crisis slants the vertical sun into all the apt and oblong colours. lots to bending in, too, lots to smooth. more open while we can, at morning at the day. figures on this lift recede or play in time.

2004-10-16T21:08:00.000-04:00

depend an evening. the road as a black. children in some instance playing loudly to the night. what is the intention of saturday, the night along so much? tour years in play or what have you.

2004-10-16T13:28:00.000-04:00

begins in this new light, after noon. the street is grey and sequent. gross fleeing clouds, enumerating a heaven of sorts. well, a political climate, over us and above all. say what you will, it is a beginning... keep you posted...