i am life! no more death for me! thanks to here! see now, life left me. learn to learn; place to place to place. in this place, the doors tie so mean. to end, mean in glee - padlocking; serene; seclusion - madness rocks! obscene delusion… the dog goes blind, and left a ring on the phone. you can’t call anyone. (all anyone) (s)in(s) fail, u’re to help me lose. It watches. in this place, you face, disturb, creat(I.V.)e, (the) comfort(able)
uncomfortable chronic biting but NOT the be-all-end-all an unfamiliar narrative alluding to an obsessive fantastical body of speculative work forgetting to sip on water forgetting to sip on water a basic gothic memorial a free verse descent beware the ascent accent, a cent, a sense of a free verse ascent into dehydrated madness into psychic autonomy litter disturbs the larynx of the biologist’s dreams their throat is neurotic their hallucinations climatic foreshadowing writings, criticisms, and musings banish the disorganized! for they live under an uncanny waterfall for they exorcise under a deep reaching masochism the ability to be paralyzed from inconspicuous use of home no water an absence of water in song a presence of restriction left the all along, all alone left alone, funeral flowers for those who had nothing never happen homeless waterfall, self immolation for the immunosuppressive repression
At five in the morning, a storage container got stoned. Perhaps because of the persecution of the prior day. So tiny, So hidden, So minimalist and compact! Is such an un-busy storage container Ever reliable? A cinder block is much more polished! A red brick of winery is much more distilled! Settle subtly, Surplus Storage Supper.
The dandelion gets pruned out with the rest of the invaders - honeysuckle, with their suffocating sap udders; ivy, with their pricks perturbing plains with discomfort; all the rest. Is it not fair the dandelion cannot produce her free state wish makers as freely as the too-proud gardeners enable love makers through removing such metamorphosing weeds?
and for miles and miles the forest smiles encompassing my restricted options all the pros call for liberating me, the con my mouth tastes like medicine “oh, look at the state she’s in” what state am I in? call a “friend”? means to an “end”? death is always a means maybe I should believe suicide is as real as an apple suicide is a meal as an apple suicide is strength and built like a lost castle welcome - to - disney - land
memory breathes (bold this please!) hold onto it for potential up-cycling; what a bore, kinetic recycling; what a environmental cancer; practice a higher power of cankers; practice a self-care, self-aware, and others stare at left-hares, right-turtles, and educated (underline this please!) please be faster, for if you were slower i may not potentially reach you until the good place - shall we fantasize?, romanticize?, naturalize?, modernize?,
