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she’s sitting across from me

looking back over a bowl of chinese broth
in a booth at hunan garden

next door to the hospital
tired looking people wearing scrubs and white coats

are crowded together at small tables

there are fish in a dirty aquarium
the fugitive is on tv

wind rattles the glass door

it might snow

might not
she lifts the spoon to her lips

but her hand is shaking

and it spills on the table
she lets the spoon fall to the floor

and puts her head in her hands

and tries not to cry in front of people
I pick the spoon up off the floor

set it on the edge of the table
i don't know if i should pray

something about it seems like a trap

maybe god would be offended

i don't want him to take it out on her
asking something from god feels like

a thin string in deep water
i want to open the door and

let all this go in the wind

watch it carried off until

it is too small

to see
in my head im composing a vague petition

it's not a prayer
i ask the waiter for a styrofoam cup and a lid

i pour her soup into it

she sniffs and wipes her eyes

with the back of her hand

and sips it through a straw

What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishy-
gods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax! Ualu
Ualu Ualu! Quaouauh! Where the Baddelaries partisans are still
out to mathmaster Malachus Micgranes and the Verdons cata-
pelting the camibalistics out of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie
Head. Assiegates and boomeringstroms. Sod's brood, be me fear!
Sanglorians, save! Arms apeal with larms, appalling. Killykill-
killy: a toll, a toll. What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired
and ventilated! What bidimetoloves sinduced by what tegotetab-
solvers! What true feeling for their's hayair with what strawng
voice of false jiccup! O here here how hoth sprowled met the
duskt the father of fornicationists but, (O my shining stars and
body!) how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign of
soft advertisement! But was iz? Iseut? Ere were sewers? The oaks
of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if
you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the
pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish.
Bygmester Finnegan, of the Stuttering Hand, freemen's mau-
rer, lived in the broadest way immarginable in his rushlit toofar-
back for messuages before joshuan judges had given us numbers
or Helviticus committed deuteronomy (one yeastyday he sternely

Hold my heart and ςгψ шιτн ϻε

It's like a voice in a dream I cannot place.

It's like a voice in a dream I cannot place.

Scattered like stars into night sown not for mourn nor wrought

Nevertheless, few remain close to the sea of our personal freedoms still forever will she sway further away

dyeing the maze of her hades, like a buoy shining in the light of moon

milky way now thrown into the palette of the black

in this infinite peace

morphing into infinite space

*Now, on the last day, smile *Well, today's world *Elsewhere, in no time. *If you agree with the others, same thing goes *Root certificate to experience life. *Light sleep in fire and smoke that night and my heart. *Even the death of one death, *You know, tomorrow will be very small. *Summer and winter time. Listen to the wind, known in the ad.

If you want more difficult Greens Oro Subvencionaran gold in the morning after the partition, the focus, so you can share part of the sky. Think tortoise turtle of useful information, including the life of the bridge on the mask gold. Risk evaluation of Laval: "Maintain the feeling of two small roads, daily"

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Sitting in a dark room

I feel a chill go down my spine.

my stomach pleads for release from its incarceration,

with its incessant growling, but I cannot cooperate.

All attempts to gain fluency in Russian had failed,

I cannot comprehend a backwards R, Toys 'я' us a notable exception.

Я дoлжeн yйти oт этoй мpaчнoй тюpeмнoй co знaниeм двyх языкoв!

I must escape this dark bilingual prison!

I turn my eyeballs inside my head

and gasp in horror at what I had become.

H₳⋎∉∊∈ ∪ ∀∩¥ W⊙⊙\

Manzana, Manzana, Manzana

apPle~苹果

appleO~苹果

appleM~苹果

appleM~苹果

appleE~苹果

必闭门 - Sounds like ___

Slithhher HISSS SNAP

PAP SMEAR

Into the 水, we prove MaTH eats Potatos

What if everything was 癷ken, would we réparer

Twirling tightly in terrific arcs

Nascent paste aches and forms about the lakes.

The thousandth cry in the creaking sky

Falls on befuddled fear worn ears.

Laden with the grave and graven

Souls of the bereft and fallen

A Marble Dharma spills green karma

In succinct and slimy silent lines

And writes our epitaphs in blades of grass.

The screwdriver is unsuitable for human orifice insertion.

I plan to enter the ground soon anyway.

The screwdriver is suitable for nasal use.

Halfway in.

Red liquid covers the floor, and something tickles my brain.

all the way in.

I knew it would work. I'm fine.

Red liquid hits the floor. Red liquid covers it. The floor is red liquid.

I fall forwards. My vision begins to fade.

I have completed my mission.

I fade into the sky

My flesh burns white

Those pierce with guilt

Through epidermal, light
And the mob sees

And The mob says

And the mob is

And the mob decides
I fade into reason

Yet the task burns nigh

Those pierce with filth

Through epidermal, tight
And the mob sees

And The mob says

And the mob is

And the mob decides
I fade into season

With the mask, I try

Those triumph, the leech

Through epidermal, hard
And the mob sees

And The mob says

And the mob is

And the mob decides
I fade

With nothing

Those conquer

Through epidermal

They always ask "Who are you" but never ask "How are you" but never ask "When are you" but never ask "Why are you" but never ask [interrogative overflow, restart?] [Restarting] They always ask "W

space: ha movement: he light: hi human: hu life: ho time: xa movement: xe sound: xi mind: xu feeling: xo force: wa circle: le good: ri (tap r) condition: ku no: ju (as in the IPA) this: fa thing: se existence: ci (shi) relation: xu question: xo action: va part: ze equal: je (as in the IPA) quality: mu quantity: no before: pa toward: ti high: ku near: ba through: de inside: go

Am I trying to tell a story or eat a pie?

One involves weaving a tapestry of words while another involves an action.

For example, if I was to tell a story I would simply tell it,

But if I were to eat a pie...

I’d take a long knife that in the sun looks like a silver sliver cut from flesh of some metallic God and slide it into the heart of a beast whose dark red blood seeps up as I drag my dagger to its metallic mistress who greets her majestic lover with a stopping embrace. Then I would make my second cut, and ruthlessly drag my saber across the dead beast’s body once more.

Hah finally! "Green as shit", I've waited for this.

Do you know they called me mad when I told them my shit was green? And by "them" I mean everybody. The postman, the waitress, the kids playing across the road --- I even offered to show them but stress made me pucker up and they threatened to call the police.

In time I came to understand the world had changed --- I had slipped between realities, into one where our internal colors were different. I spent thousands of hours looking for people like myself, mostly on fetish pornography sites, but could find nothing, only dye eaters and Play-doh enemas. I even suspected I was mad, until a strike of panic diarrhea again convinced me otherwise.

Green. Green, shimmering, glittering, radiant green. Mysterious green shit. (And accusations of filters, cries for censorship... when I tried to approach the media, angry denunciations from the postal service.)

But now you! You! Anon, my brother! You know that shit is green! Tell me: how? why? what? and how do we return to our own emerald world?

The screwdriver is unsuitable for human orifice insertion.

I plan to enter the ground soon anyway.

The screwdriver is suitable for nasal use.

Halfway in.

Red liquid covers the floor, and something tickles my brain.

all the way in.

I knew it would work. I'm fine.

Red liquid hits the floor. Red liquid covers it. The floor is red liquid.

I fall forwards. My vision begins to fade.

I have completed my mission.

I SAW HER ONCE IN A DREAM. SHE BURNS MY HEAD AND MY BONES ARE CRAWLING.

My bones ache but they do not crawl. My skin bleeds but it doesn't open.

Let me join your dreams because I crave to know HER as you do.

She offers to scream. ACCEPT HER GIFT
Don't resist HER generosity. Let yourself be cleansed from this cage of flesh.
The ability to talk makes you blind. Rid yourself of this poison and experience clarity.

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