Monday, February 2, 2009

justwrite 2 february

out by the bye the buyers remorse courses through the golf club flubbing each stroke the token spoke broken as the wheel feels its way downstream but i've seen enough of this scene to be seen as the walkout the talked about afterparty dropout the cops out and the feel's stolen beholden to the blankets the tanks unleaded unloading their passages from mass packages and i am sorry to say that i will have to turn this down and if it was a frown that wouldn't be a problem but what it is is your noise and your toys are too loud to play with in this weather and you can't forget her broken choruses and the glorious sails he sold you on sale while the whale was flailing about trying to spout its way into the picture poured out into corrugated bedroom slippers the lippers and the tonguers hungering for relief and not just roast beef substitution because really that never works those jerks in the store selling themselves should try instead to make their own beds and eat cake to escape from france in advance of going there and faring square and far between the lean lines of clean crimes there have got to be guilty parties for the hats and all those steady confetti makers to take their turns and learn to earn their trapperkeepers

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