26 october

and starting with a conjunction leaves the functional analysis off the chart: i am already messing up and the cup runs over with disaster faster than sense can pay out, the dollar bills flying away and the change making itself out to be something that it's not -- the tater to the tots and all the little potato wedges hedging their bets and their ten cents yet to be dimed out of their pockets locked with all those hot to trot lunch minutes the skinny slices of calendar stolen from designed bubblegrams scandalized technology the ways and means the committees scream at the language used to prove we know what we're talking about though the doubts are high and as we try to prove we're the experts the text spurts and the tweets go out to shout: they know not who they blame! and this round's more of the same-- too many users or too much politics? much too thick or pick up sticks? here we go round the merry go whyyy -- and reasonable ones and zeros decry their knowledge of more than what goes behind and before as all the puppeteers point jeers-- these are not the thoughts i have-- these are reams of paper ripped from headlines defined by other fingers and tongues and what's strung up on my wall are pictures unframed and futures unnamed -- the dashes that flash by with apple pie virtue and too many questions, they lessen the worry and hurry the coffee toward cream-colored pleasure, the steam without measure and hesitation in next round progression: yes, i would recommend and yes i'd extend and if the question was i'd answer but if the quiet's deep i'd turn away the way the mean the average stay and november's coming anyway