The seat was too high. Lucky for me, though, the seat was on mud--so all I had to do was wait for it to sink. Her smell might have been what I expected. I had looked for rubber tubing but couldn't find it. The strawberries that we had fermented a little so we turned them into jam. The trailer we were in was silver and shaped like a pill. We went to colonial Williamsburg. This was when the sun was up. This was when the night was something I had to learn to see in. We had a cooler that had illegal things inside it. I spoke with everyone at the dinner table for three hours. Then, finally, exhausted, I asked them if I could leave. I put myself to bed, but I still heard them through my walls. I couldn't help but to pretend to still converse with them. I had the opposite of what must have been an imagined malady. I really was sick. I had to sick on the side of the interstate. I wondered who cut the grass. My grandfather in a large leather chair. He has a bed in his office, and I am under it. I am hiding. I hear them call him Dick. I would like to know if what I have seen will ever get me a profit. I would like to know what I have learned. That I am not ready to work outdoors should not be a revelation to you. The machine split logs hydraulically.
Both of his parents were from Arkansas. His father woke him at three in the morning to practice the piano. He should have done it earlier. His idea was that we would clean windows in rich neighborhoods. We would ask a dollar for each one. His idea was that we would breed German shepherds. His idea was that we would hide a camera in plants to catch who had been stealing from us. Her response came to me much too quickly. I wondered what, for once, made her respond to me in what I thought was the normal time. I dug a trench around myself. I was unsure as to what I should eat. I had never seen what was on the plate in front of me. Her chest was a plate. I was too small to operate the vehicle. I was not strong enough to operate the vehicle. I very much regret having rented out the lower pasture to the snowmobile concern. She is known in the area for taking people to court. She is one to step in the green excrement of geese. She brought me to the lake and expected me to get in. The water was cold. The bottom, slimy. I was much too young to know how to operate anything set on the more adult settings. The deck overlooked the woods. We rode in the back of a 1950s Mercedes convertible. My favorite was when they threw rocks at us in it. I wondered how long it would take to become proficient in the manner of speaking I wanted to learn. These words would stink.
She wore an old softball tshirt and a dress. She tucked the shirt into her dress and she was number fifteen--a powerful number in the kabbala but not in the batter's box. She was afraid of whatever came from another human being. Each human was being rude. Each human was being stubborn. Each one was on the road but wasn't buying anything. There were stalls, and each one had a different vegetable to buy. He put his hand roughly on my neck and asked me what to think. There was another hand in my armpit. One on the back of my neck. One on my arm. When my bed was invaded by him, I looked out the window and saw what must have been an alarm on the side of a bank. Both the sidewalk and the street had snow on it. No marks in the snow. It was sidereal. It was of the stars. The park was so vast, and I was stuck in it for so long, I eventually had to learn how to read the stars. I spent much time in the park. A man played with his dog in the park. I watched a man play with his dog in the park. He would bounce a blue ball, and the dog would catch it. This happened repeatedly, but then something unusual happened. The dog lunged for the ball and then fell to the ground. The man leaned over his dog. He put one had on the dog's chest to pin the creature to the ground. With his other hand, he reached into the dog's mouth. I saw him leave the dog and run to our house. He knocked on our door, and Mother answered. He asked her if he could borrow a kitchen knife.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
5 MWE decrease your trampling before you befriend me
The extensiveness. How wrong it was for us, how wicked-hearted. He did not open a box quickly. He would often take three days. He had a sheet rock knife he used to cut through cardboard. He condoned defeat when it rarely suited him on the beach, which wasn't made of all silica but had a lot of plastic in it. A large portion of the world's sand is not plastic. Not a loophole, a hoophole. That is, it is something for you to go through--but it's also a hoop. Another hoop to go through. The hoop was magnetized on its inside. Did you close the flue? Before you left, did you close the flue? You didn't. Perverted. Off to the side. Bespectacled with something made in the dump. She was too lax with me, but that's what I had looked for in a person. I had looked for that and found her. We packed the car and left at night. We listened to something on a tape about lions. They were friendly at first, but, later, the took apart that entire family. They had set up a zagreeba around the campsite. Amazing how that little fence, that little zagreeba of twigs, is often enough to keep out elephants. A creature ran through our camp.
She retroflexed me while I was asleep. Against my wishes. I went to a party where everyone ate too many strawberries. I knew how to imagine what was in their stomachs, and what I saw convinced me that I had not been kind enough to the men that I had met at that tiny busstop. Who would have known that one of them would become a turtle egg poacher. Another learned to order things at a restaurant in a charming way. I did not feel strong enough to lift bags of marbles. These were big bags, and if I were to drop them, I was certain I would never get called back to sing for Jerimp. Jerimp was not intelligent. He was not responsible when it came to anything except getting me on time to my haircut. I had a standing appointment for every other week. When I sat in a seat, I was shocked by how much cardamom I smelled. Where did this come from? I was to ask the mother of the five children how she got them. She said that, five times, she had been looking for something else. Would you open a louvre? What about jalousies? The ends of them must have been aluminum, for they bent so easily.
We played naughts and crosses for our worthwhile lives. Her speech was not measured, but her income was. She gave me a bit of money every month--just so long as I didn't mention what I knew about her hair products. I knew what she put in them before they sold them. Not all of her income was steady. Some of it had to be found in grain silos. Some if it could have made a doorknob a little too slick. Be in space. Wrap your hand in plastic. Look for space. Don't be pathogenic around your children. Take a song and change most of it. Stand up and sing it in the place painted white. If you were to turn, then you would see a large organ painted white. The rule is that you have to wear red gloves to play that organ. The rule is that you have to wear red gloves to touch her. Before she touches you, she will want to blacken her hands with soot. She will want to walk in a gulch and belch. I did not like how she sold all that I had made privately. All that--I had intended to throw it in a river. I had wanted to lift something--but I couldn't place it. Sounded like he had just awoken. Terrible, ugly, shocking. I was too necessary to the operation to be called a remnant.
She retroflexed me while I was asleep. Against my wishes. I went to a party where everyone ate too many strawberries. I knew how to imagine what was in their stomachs, and what I saw convinced me that I had not been kind enough to the men that I had met at that tiny busstop. Who would have known that one of them would become a turtle egg poacher. Another learned to order things at a restaurant in a charming way. I did not feel strong enough to lift bags of marbles. These were big bags, and if I were to drop them, I was certain I would never get called back to sing for Jerimp. Jerimp was not intelligent. He was not responsible when it came to anything except getting me on time to my haircut. I had a standing appointment for every other week. When I sat in a seat, I was shocked by how much cardamom I smelled. Where did this come from? I was to ask the mother of the five children how she got them. She said that, five times, she had been looking for something else. Would you open a louvre? What about jalousies? The ends of them must have been aluminum, for they bent so easily.
We played naughts and crosses for our worthwhile lives. Her speech was not measured, but her income was. She gave me a bit of money every month--just so long as I didn't mention what I knew about her hair products. I knew what she put in them before they sold them. Not all of her income was steady. Some of it had to be found in grain silos. Some if it could have made a doorknob a little too slick. Be in space. Wrap your hand in plastic. Look for space. Don't be pathogenic around your children. Take a song and change most of it. Stand up and sing it in the place painted white. If you were to turn, then you would see a large organ painted white. The rule is that you have to wear red gloves to play that organ. The rule is that you have to wear red gloves to touch her. Before she touches you, she will want to blacken her hands with soot. She will want to walk in a gulch and belch. I did not like how she sold all that I had made privately. All that--I had intended to throw it in a river. I had wanted to lift something--but I couldn't place it. Sounded like he had just awoken. Terrible, ugly, shocking. I was too necessary to the operation to be called a remnant.
5 MWE cramped in a tablecloth you should have laundered
I was not skillful when it came to handling the casks we had stored under the house. They were ungainly. I stuffed myself between two trees, and what resulted couldn't have been any more earthy. I was told not to speak with her anymore. This was because she had turned her eyelids inside out. I'm sorry, but I was unable to meet her at the library today because, really, I lost my way on the most obvious street. There were sculptures in the park. I found writing. Tankage. Tonnage. I was living in the residence illegally. I was an illegal sublease. A spider's venom rots flesh. I simply put the legs of my bed in juice glasses. This, to prevent spiders from crawling in my bed. Was the torpex we found an explosive? We found a fire, and we couldn't put it out only with fog. She was allergic to chocolate. She was allergic to ozone, so we made her a special bread. I will not report anything in a satirical manner. When my history lapsed, I felt so much more comfortable around those in my workshop who couldn't read my handwriting.
Little wild plants. Snowpeas. We were lucky we had vacant lots on either side of our property. She entered the building painted violent yellow. She thought that, if she were to buy five tickets, she would have a much better chance to win the lottery. Her winning tickets. Yellow wild plants. Purple wild plants. Wild Columbines on my great grandfather's grave. My grandmother showed me where my great grandfather was buried. She could not walk well on her own, so I gave her my arm for balance. I gave her half my body as a cane. She led me through the cemetery. She led me right over the graves of other people. I tried to pull her over more to the paths, but she continued to lead me right over graves. This is not what I had intended. She was on her porch. She would ridicule just about anyone who walked past. She always made fun of appearances. She could be cruel when it came to any irregularity of the face. I had a hand spread. I lagged behind her because I did not want to hear too well what she had to say. She asked me something in a tone sycophantic. I halted but didn't hesitate. I knew I'd have to go to the dentist soon. I had to prevent liquid from spurting out of my face. She had a dagger. She had a handcart.
She wore shoes that were easy to slip on, and she stood on a hose. He had tomatoes he had grown in his hands. We set our tent on a hill and dug a trench around it. We had string up. We had tinsel. Though she couldn't remember when she had last shouted across a gulch, she did know how to tie all the knots found under K in the encyclopedia. Her home could not be seen from the road because she had put up so many blankets. What she often put up didn't stay up for long. Especially string. It was now that she became frustrated with everyone on the street. She could have released a bag of bees on them then, but she didn't. She found a marble room and sat on a bench. She saw that old bits of metal moved toward her. They wanted a pet. She went back to her hose and her man with the tomatoes. They were all unintelligent. They all knew how to spell, but they couldn't tell you which was was east. And don't even ask about southeast. The spoke French. She was embarrassed when she found her pygmy goat out of its cage. She would like to get a small sheep for it. She would make the goat's clothes out of wool, and she would feed the sheep milk from the goat. She would pet them both on her porch and wonder how long she should leave her dried beans overnight. A hideous occasion she knew was coming.
Little wild plants. Snowpeas. We were lucky we had vacant lots on either side of our property. She entered the building painted violent yellow. She thought that, if she were to buy five tickets, she would have a much better chance to win the lottery. Her winning tickets. Yellow wild plants. Purple wild plants. Wild Columbines on my great grandfather's grave. My grandmother showed me where my great grandfather was buried. She could not walk well on her own, so I gave her my arm for balance. I gave her half my body as a cane. She led me through the cemetery. She led me right over the graves of other people. I tried to pull her over more to the paths, but she continued to lead me right over graves. This is not what I had intended. She was on her porch. She would ridicule just about anyone who walked past. She always made fun of appearances. She could be cruel when it came to any irregularity of the face. I had a hand spread. I lagged behind her because I did not want to hear too well what she had to say. She asked me something in a tone sycophantic. I halted but didn't hesitate. I knew I'd have to go to the dentist soon. I had to prevent liquid from spurting out of my face. She had a dagger. She had a handcart.
She wore shoes that were easy to slip on, and she stood on a hose. He had tomatoes he had grown in his hands. We set our tent on a hill and dug a trench around it. We had string up. We had tinsel. Though she couldn't remember when she had last shouted across a gulch, she did know how to tie all the knots found under K in the encyclopedia. Her home could not be seen from the road because she had put up so many blankets. What she often put up didn't stay up for long. Especially string. It was now that she became frustrated with everyone on the street. She could have released a bag of bees on them then, but she didn't. She found a marble room and sat on a bench. She saw that old bits of metal moved toward her. They wanted a pet. She went back to her hose and her man with the tomatoes. They were all unintelligent. They all knew how to spell, but they couldn't tell you which was was east. And don't even ask about southeast. The spoke French. She was embarrassed when she found her pygmy goat out of its cage. She would like to get a small sheep for it. She would make the goat's clothes out of wool, and she would feed the sheep milk from the goat. She would pet them both on her porch and wonder how long she should leave her dried beans overnight. A hideous occasion she knew was coming.
Friday, June 27, 2008
5 MWE a father scudded over the waves
Our home was static. Nothing in it moved--not even us. I wore black dancer's tights. I wrapped plastic tubing around my arms and tried to fit objects in my mouth. First, I lit the humunculus. Then, I made something of an embryo with ferns and rusty bolts. It smelled of metal in my hands. I gave out trinkets because I had made them. My job was to set whatever had been wronged right. I started by reupholstering the chairs. I had learned to do leather work. I did not hide behind the donkey because, today, I had caught my allotment of fish. The other day, I had had to hide because I had not caught enough fish. And what I had caught was much too small to feed an entire schoolhouse of children and mice. I told my darling that I would have to leave because my stomach ailment had worsened such that I forever craved porcelain. I felt cold, so I made a sweater for myself. I did not know how to buy wool so I made my sweater out of plant tendrils. I sought her help but did not find it. Instead, what I found was her veil--one that I had given her--in an empty room that had a For Rent sign in its window. Do not be brattish. You'll get your turn at the machine.
An eelworm. A nematode. The boys on the wrestling team got ringworm on their faces because of the rancid mats on which they gamboled and writhed and dreamt of rope fights. I had brass on my bed. I had nickel on my dress. She wore a dress that, on its hem, had lead trinkets. She wore a hat that had metal charms dangling off its brim. She bought a large container filled with dates and ate most of them before going to whatever was most fashionable that season. I was not ready for anything painful. And yet what I got was painful in the extreme. An outpouring of garbage on my hands. I could not raise my hands above my head because they had so much garbage on them. I found a fan--someone very supportive of what it was I was feigning. I had an outflow of flux. I had a bandage on my arm because I had just given plasma for forty dollars. Now I had enough money for a bike. I wanted a bike because I wanted to put test animals in my tires and ride around. This was a splurge for me. I had never owned such rapid transportation. Once, though, I had sat in the back of a car that had leather seats. They creaked and were a little cracked. I saw that the driver was aglow, so I asked him what made him so pleased. He told me he had caught a tagged fish, and that that catch had made him 500$.
He didn't have faith. He had faithery--it was all fake. A pretense. And what did he have faith in? He believed, full-hearted, that if a dog were to bite him, it would immediately let go. Same with a snake or an eel. A komodo dragon. I was certainly not handsome. Adonic. I was homely. I had scars on my chin. I had hair in the wrong places. The smell that came out of my mouth would not be attractive if I were to go tango dancing. So I hid. I got under a structure and hoped I would not be found. I found a sweaty man in a field at night. I tried to wake him, but he wouldn't. I asked if he was okay. As always, we shared what we had dreamt. She was in it this time. We looked for symbols. The only symbols that counted were ones that had not been made by a building renovated for the surge perceived. Chilly. Wintry. Gelid. Ways to describe a night with me. Here comes the decline. The decline angled down into the ocean and into an ancient trench. The submarine, on a line, trailed a styrofoam cup. The pressure of so many fathoms about it shrank it. Take it to third grade.
An eelworm. A nematode. The boys on the wrestling team got ringworm on their faces because of the rancid mats on which they gamboled and writhed and dreamt of rope fights. I had brass on my bed. I had nickel on my dress. She wore a dress that, on its hem, had lead trinkets. She wore a hat that had metal charms dangling off its brim. She bought a large container filled with dates and ate most of them before going to whatever was most fashionable that season. I was not ready for anything painful. And yet what I got was painful in the extreme. An outpouring of garbage on my hands. I could not raise my hands above my head because they had so much garbage on them. I found a fan--someone very supportive of what it was I was feigning. I had an outflow of flux. I had a bandage on my arm because I had just given plasma for forty dollars. Now I had enough money for a bike. I wanted a bike because I wanted to put test animals in my tires and ride around. This was a splurge for me. I had never owned such rapid transportation. Once, though, I had sat in the back of a car that had leather seats. They creaked and were a little cracked. I saw that the driver was aglow, so I asked him what made him so pleased. He told me he had caught a tagged fish, and that that catch had made him 500$.
He didn't have faith. He had faithery--it was all fake. A pretense. And what did he have faith in? He believed, full-hearted, that if a dog were to bite him, it would immediately let go. Same with a snake or an eel. A komodo dragon. I was certainly not handsome. Adonic. I was homely. I had scars on my chin. I had hair in the wrong places. The smell that came out of my mouth would not be attractive if I were to go tango dancing. So I hid. I got under a structure and hoped I would not be found. I found a sweaty man in a field at night. I tried to wake him, but he wouldn't. I asked if he was okay. As always, we shared what we had dreamt. She was in it this time. We looked for symbols. The only symbols that counted were ones that had not been made by a building renovated for the surge perceived. Chilly. Wintry. Gelid. Ways to describe a night with me. Here comes the decline. The decline angled down into the ocean and into an ancient trench. The submarine, on a line, trailed a styrofoam cup. The pressure of so many fathoms about it shrank it. Take it to third grade.
Monday, June 23, 2008
5 MWE Stir the bog
Very little was disappointing. I would degrade myself--but in a way I could tolerate. The road smelled pink. My prescience had left me. My mother has never been called stocky. Though I strained through the morning's exercises, come afternoon, I had a glaze on my face that betrayed my keeping a ten year old secret. I had set chokers on trees. A dangerous job--but I needed the money to put a downpayment on a swimming pool. I wanted to swim with my animals and smell chlorine. The house was on the side of a hillside. It took us days to clean the property. We took days. I had crookback and defacement. I was mutilated, unmackly. I was wrong to look at, but I did such an excellent job. Have me fold a napkin, and, without doubt, I will hide some little present in the creases. He did not understand the meaning of waves. He was not ready to launder his clothes. He had just broken with her, after all, and he wanted to wear what he had worn through it. A canker could have been pleasant. He had yellowish liquid to put on and numb his canker. He had no way of describing the way it tasted. Bricks that are slick.
My body disembodied. Not because of violence--because of discouragement. I sit on a chair that, I myself, had refinished and re-upholstered. Little brass nails. A hammer. Stretching. I had caned a chair. I had done some needlepoint of a parrot. I went to her parents' house because she had invited me to a party. The idea was to press people against the walls and slide down. Writhe on the ground. She showed me the dresses she had been working on in her basement. Then a drive. Some dancing. She asked if she could kiss me, but I wondered what kind of permission would have slid across a room so quick. The drive took us to a building that had once been above ground. On stilts. I became sick from the breakfast she had made me. We had agreed upon an exchange. She would make breakfast, and I would burn our clothes. We had committed a robbery in them. I showed her a river and some rocks on which I had slipped. I showed her a horse that had thrown me and a beautiful woman with an amazingly raised mole on her chin. Her brother did not like me. He did not like that I asked him how he had developed such a strong grip. Once, on the bark of a dog, I saw her brother. He had an odd shadow on his head, and, only later, he told me that he had painted it on. He wanted to be a bit more obscure than I am. Well, look no further than this bucket.
She had a depression on her head. A dent. My grandfather did not know that I was in his room with him. He had a blanket about him. He was tying rope about his waist. He combed his hair and wrote something on a notecard. He had a pen. In private, he often called me The Waif. He said my eyes had nothing but dopey trombones in them. We went to watch kickboxing and were told about a man in shorts. I could hardly concentrate because a woman had a child that I thought I recognized. I had never seen her before, but I was certain that I had seen her child. I could not tell what sex the thing was, but I knew that sex had produced it. The child was wicked and godless. It did not watch kickboxing. Instead, it looked at me. The mother, I knew, was in a relationship with one of the men fighting. Looking at her face, I couldn't tell which man she wanted to win. I had heard about new knots being tied. I knew how to look in the encyclopedia and find the knots in K. I knew how to tie all those. And I had borrowed books from the library, so I knew how to tie knots. But many new ones have been invented. Certain people are innovators and the rest take their shoes off and cool their ankles in a water fountain.
My body disembodied. Not because of violence--because of discouragement. I sit on a chair that, I myself, had refinished and re-upholstered. Little brass nails. A hammer. Stretching. I had caned a chair. I had done some needlepoint of a parrot. I went to her parents' house because she had invited me to a party. The idea was to press people against the walls and slide down. Writhe on the ground. She showed me the dresses she had been working on in her basement. Then a drive. Some dancing. She asked if she could kiss me, but I wondered what kind of permission would have slid across a room so quick. The drive took us to a building that had once been above ground. On stilts. I became sick from the breakfast she had made me. We had agreed upon an exchange. She would make breakfast, and I would burn our clothes. We had committed a robbery in them. I showed her a river and some rocks on which I had slipped. I showed her a horse that had thrown me and a beautiful woman with an amazingly raised mole on her chin. Her brother did not like me. He did not like that I asked him how he had developed such a strong grip. Once, on the bark of a dog, I saw her brother. He had an odd shadow on his head, and, only later, he told me that he had painted it on. He wanted to be a bit more obscure than I am. Well, look no further than this bucket.
She had a depression on her head. A dent. My grandfather did not know that I was in his room with him. He had a blanket about him. He was tying rope about his waist. He combed his hair and wrote something on a notecard. He had a pen. In private, he often called me The Waif. He said my eyes had nothing but dopey trombones in them. We went to watch kickboxing and were told about a man in shorts. I could hardly concentrate because a woman had a child that I thought I recognized. I had never seen her before, but I was certain that I had seen her child. I could not tell what sex the thing was, but I knew that sex had produced it. The child was wicked and godless. It did not watch kickboxing. Instead, it looked at me. The mother, I knew, was in a relationship with one of the men fighting. Looking at her face, I couldn't tell which man she wanted to win. I had heard about new knots being tied. I knew how to look in the encyclopedia and find the knots in K. I knew how to tie all those. And I had borrowed books from the library, so I knew how to tie knots. But many new ones have been invented. Certain people are innovators and the rest take their shoes off and cool their ankles in a water fountain.
10 MWE
The toy we played on was a metal shoe. We could retreat to courts when we were finished. A woman watched us from a building. The building had been constructed 2,000 years ago--but just yesterday, renovations had been finished. The dog that he had was named Mr. Chubbs. The dog liked to have a cardboard box on its head. Yes, we had a hedge. We could look through it. The neighbor's daughter told me that her father whipped her mother across the face with a chain. She did not lose her teeth, really. What happened was that her teeth were knocked out by great violence. The children were allowed to draw on their walls. The horrible machine was constructed mostly by children. The machine is horrible. Children had made it because their hands are so small--and horrible machines have lots of crevices that are hard to get to. And why are they hard to get to? They are small and not greasy enough. A family stopped near Niagara Falls. They ate a meal and used a restroom. They saw the preserved remains of a mummy. Somehow, this mummy had been left at a restaurant in Niagara Falls. Thirty years later, it will be discovered and placed in a Smithsonian. We had a straight way to go for at least three hours. I had a difficult time going to sleep because my mouth tasted too much of mint. When the reception finished, I found the first tree that I saw. I reached down and touched a root because I wanted to sense what something alone meant. Did it mean to do harm to me? He drank a glass. He placed a letter. He asked a question that had both and easy and a difficult answer. He felt fine going down stairs, but, when he went up them, he felt horrible pains in his head and chest. This all occurred when something inconstant was happening. I did not unhorse myself. What I had to do was undog because I wasn't feeling well. I would touch a pelt and not know it to be such. I would touch skin, and it always felt oily. I did not harm anyone, but I did manage to get mangy. I would like to ask what was it that pulverized your arm. My father told his friends that he would be able to break my arm by squeezing it. He said all he had to do was grab my forearm and squeeze. Certainly, he would break one of the bones in there. He would not sit on benches, and yet he had no trouble sitting on a chair and spitting between his legs. That watery spit. That antique chair. Grass he had seeded and mown. He was a little too eager when it came to watering anything--even me.
We took too long to paint a gate. We didn't know how to do it. We started by sanding it. We took off some rust. Then, with brushes, we painted it. But it took us so long. We shouldn't have sanded or used brushes. We should have just sprayed it. The water was behind the house. It went out into a river. We got into boats, and people on the shore threw rocks at us. This was all before fireworks. Someone was shot with a pistol because he stole limes. I had limes in my pockets, but I had not stolen them. The signage was all handpainted. I walked until dogs followed me. I found houses that were ruins. They crumbled into each other and made a larger structure. This structure did not look made, but it was habitable. When I first went into it, I was impressed by its blue light. Its green light was not as interesting. I had a water pistol, which I used to squirt lightbulbs and sockets. My head was something that people in the neighborhood looked for. My head was full of portent, they believed. They saw things around it. They saw things squinch out of my nose or ears and eyes. These things would predict the future. They either looked for my head or didn't. I had heard of a performance. This performance was not being put on in a hall or a theatre or a space. Instead, it was in someone's home. We, the audience, were to watch by leaning against the walls. Part of the show took place in a half bathroom. We couldn't all watch in there, of course, so we had to send one representative. At intermission, that person had to tell us what had happened in the bathroom. And what had happened? A Roman Style suicide. The child drew a warm bath, got in, and got himself open deep at the insides of his elbows. What was funny, though, was that red did not come out of him. Instead, what came out was bubbles. Soon, the whole bath was filled with bubbles. A real bubble bath. And these things soothed him, convinced him to get out of the bath and seek attention. His problem was that attention was never anything that he sought. Instead, what he looked for was rockets. Rare birds. Anything of value in the gutter. Very often, he thought he saw dollars on the pavement. When he looked a second time, however, these pay dirts always ended up as leaves or bits of newsprint. He saw that a man named Essex appeared in print. This man went into the room of his lover on the pretext that, in her room, he had left his handkerchief. Then, in the room, he killed her.
The nutriment was not sufficient. Instead of using manikins, the department store used skeletons. I was the one who thought adding flesh might be a good idea. The store had been owned for 3,000 years--long before any of us ever wanted to grow plants on the roof. We grew things that were carnivorous, of course. We grew thorned things--or things that had leaves that could slice open a shin. Just a tiny gobbet of food was what I wanted. I had wrapped myself in the sheet I had slept under sick for eight days. I was sick for a while--and all under that sheet. But there I was, the sheet wrapped around me, looking for any small gobbet. I had finally gotten a job at a deadhouse. My job was not in it, though. Instead, I was to manicure all the plant- and rock-life outside. I suggested that we put skeletons in tanks of water. Then we'd run bubbles through them and they would dance. Their jaws would open and close as if speaking. We could make a tape to play with them. We could make them sound as if they were singing. There was a moroseness in the way she turned on the lights in our apartment. She would reach up, but not all of her would lift. She had just bought that red sweater. She had an embarrassing tattoo of a fish. We are just not the correct biology, she told me. She worked with the upper case D deaf. She had invented new signs. We had to watch the movie on my computer. My favorite scene was when they were all in the hospital. It was there that I saw the little boy was the one who had stolen the drugs out of the armoire. Her favorite scene was when a certain man kissed. Then we kissed and her comment was, What is this? A slow dance. I excused myself and built a staircase to a ledge. I bluffed, and she bought it. I had the impassivity of an animal that never knew it was domestic. Here is my apology: a vase of fluid. Here is what I invented: a vase of fluid. I told him that his candles sent off strange scents. He said the reason for that was that they had his skin in them. The daystar. The commencement. I saw the moon in the day that day. The tree had lots of ferns growing at its base. On the undersides of the ferns were lots of grainy red dots.
We took too long to paint a gate. We didn't know how to do it. We started by sanding it. We took off some rust. Then, with brushes, we painted it. But it took us so long. We shouldn't have sanded or used brushes. We should have just sprayed it. The water was behind the house. It went out into a river. We got into boats, and people on the shore threw rocks at us. This was all before fireworks. Someone was shot with a pistol because he stole limes. I had limes in my pockets, but I had not stolen them. The signage was all handpainted. I walked until dogs followed me. I found houses that were ruins. They crumbled into each other and made a larger structure. This structure did not look made, but it was habitable. When I first went into it, I was impressed by its blue light. Its green light was not as interesting. I had a water pistol, which I used to squirt lightbulbs and sockets. My head was something that people in the neighborhood looked for. My head was full of portent, they believed. They saw things around it. They saw things squinch out of my nose or ears and eyes. These things would predict the future. They either looked for my head or didn't. I had heard of a performance. This performance was not being put on in a hall or a theatre or a space. Instead, it was in someone's home. We, the audience, were to watch by leaning against the walls. Part of the show took place in a half bathroom. We couldn't all watch in there, of course, so we had to send one representative. At intermission, that person had to tell us what had happened in the bathroom. And what had happened? A Roman Style suicide. The child drew a warm bath, got in, and got himself open deep at the insides of his elbows. What was funny, though, was that red did not come out of him. Instead, what came out was bubbles. Soon, the whole bath was filled with bubbles. A real bubble bath. And these things soothed him, convinced him to get out of the bath and seek attention. His problem was that attention was never anything that he sought. Instead, what he looked for was rockets. Rare birds. Anything of value in the gutter. Very often, he thought he saw dollars on the pavement. When he looked a second time, however, these pay dirts always ended up as leaves or bits of newsprint. He saw that a man named Essex appeared in print. This man went into the room of his lover on the pretext that, in her room, he had left his handkerchief. Then, in the room, he killed her.
The nutriment was not sufficient. Instead of using manikins, the department store used skeletons. I was the one who thought adding flesh might be a good idea. The store had been owned for 3,000 years--long before any of us ever wanted to grow plants on the roof. We grew things that were carnivorous, of course. We grew thorned things--or things that had leaves that could slice open a shin. Just a tiny gobbet of food was what I wanted. I had wrapped myself in the sheet I had slept under sick for eight days. I was sick for a while--and all under that sheet. But there I was, the sheet wrapped around me, looking for any small gobbet. I had finally gotten a job at a deadhouse. My job was not in it, though. Instead, I was to manicure all the plant- and rock-life outside. I suggested that we put skeletons in tanks of water. Then we'd run bubbles through them and they would dance. Their jaws would open and close as if speaking. We could make a tape to play with them. We could make them sound as if they were singing. There was a moroseness in the way she turned on the lights in our apartment. She would reach up, but not all of her would lift. She had just bought that red sweater. She had an embarrassing tattoo of a fish. We are just not the correct biology, she told me. She worked with the upper case D deaf. She had invented new signs. We had to watch the movie on my computer. My favorite scene was when they were all in the hospital. It was there that I saw the little boy was the one who had stolen the drugs out of the armoire. Her favorite scene was when a certain man kissed. Then we kissed and her comment was, What is this? A slow dance. I excused myself and built a staircase to a ledge. I bluffed, and she bought it. I had the impassivity of an animal that never knew it was domestic. Here is my apology: a vase of fluid. Here is what I invented: a vase of fluid. I told him that his candles sent off strange scents. He said the reason for that was that they had his skin in them. The daystar. The commencement. I saw the moon in the day that day. The tree had lots of ferns growing at its base. On the undersides of the ferns were lots of grainy red dots.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
5 MWE Prone Apron
This bothered. It was a bother. I exercised near a road when it was hot in the morning. Never had I drank for a child. Here was a child asking me to drink a glass of something she had colored. This was not a false offering. I asked her what her mother was like. Did her mother have a calculator with plastic buttons? Or with metal? Did her mother have buttons on her blouse? We got into an argument. The road had little on it that I wanted to keep. So what. I didn't maraud, and I didn't penetrate. I had a letter of introduction. I had it for a time before I lost it. I stole a lime, but a man saw. He took me, twisted my arm. A woman leapt upon him, and he took out a pistol. It was now that another man beached a boat. He had animals on the back of it--animals I had no way of naming, but I held my hand out anyway. I remember having watched a monkey eat a strawberry. I remembered being tough with the children who wanted to eat early. There was very little that was useless in the pantry. This was what I was seeing.
The balcony was above an ocean. The balcony was above brush. She was down there--below the balcony. My aunt had to wrap me up before she took me outside. She left me in the driveway. I did not want anything that had to do with shoving a stick into an animal. I saw very clearly then that I was not intelligent enough to impress my grandfather. When he put me on his shoulders, I made it so that my hand served as a mask that obscured his face. In this manner, we robbed a bank. They were able to identify me, the child, but they were not able to place my grandfather. The haircut he wore he got in France. He had to gall to kill the small pet bird in the lobby. He did not have the appropriate boots. He had teeth in sections. He had a nose replaced. He had parts of himself implanted. Later, he had these implants removed and replaced with whatever was more current or of the season. He sat in a trailer. He sat in an old fire engine. He had won the fire engine at an auction. His idea was that he would be able to drive it in parades. This would be good advertising. I hated it that--every time I threw an amulet up--it got caught in a fir tree. I remember being so worried about escaped horses and spider bites. Very early in the morning. Not enough bread to be made.
He made shackles for cats. Not ready to be a burden to anyone, he ate all that he had grown in his garden. The time was too salty for anyone to remember what happened next. Get ready to take a long time walking to the asylum. Her bedroom was a charnel house. He closet full of poppies. What was it that got her to remember her father's wish? He had wished to be the boss of some men. He never had a complaint. He was compliant for a time that verged on record. We played boardgames to be quiet. We went to most of the zoos in the area but saw a small percentage of animals. When something got caught in a tree, we often decided that it was then we should go to the Jersey Shore. This was when breasts. We did not have the legs to make such jam. We were never ready to eat, though we had clean silverware. My job was to boil our meals. But was it illegal? It was. We stayed in a dorm room that had posters of things we could have never expected. Get ready to be struck was what I had been told by yet another man. This one wore a hat that smelled of salt sweat. I would like the cod. The Blue Fish. My turn to rip the jacket.
The balcony was above an ocean. The balcony was above brush. She was down there--below the balcony. My aunt had to wrap me up before she took me outside. She left me in the driveway. I did not want anything that had to do with shoving a stick into an animal. I saw very clearly then that I was not intelligent enough to impress my grandfather. When he put me on his shoulders, I made it so that my hand served as a mask that obscured his face. In this manner, we robbed a bank. They were able to identify me, the child, but they were not able to place my grandfather. The haircut he wore he got in France. He had to gall to kill the small pet bird in the lobby. He did not have the appropriate boots. He had teeth in sections. He had a nose replaced. He had parts of himself implanted. Later, he had these implants removed and replaced with whatever was more current or of the season. He sat in a trailer. He sat in an old fire engine. He had won the fire engine at an auction. His idea was that he would be able to drive it in parades. This would be good advertising. I hated it that--every time I threw an amulet up--it got caught in a fir tree. I remember being so worried about escaped horses and spider bites. Very early in the morning. Not enough bread to be made.
He made shackles for cats. Not ready to be a burden to anyone, he ate all that he had grown in his garden. The time was too salty for anyone to remember what happened next. Get ready to take a long time walking to the asylum. Her bedroom was a charnel house. He closet full of poppies. What was it that got her to remember her father's wish? He had wished to be the boss of some men. He never had a complaint. He was compliant for a time that verged on record. We played boardgames to be quiet. We went to most of the zoos in the area but saw a small percentage of animals. When something got caught in a tree, we often decided that it was then we should go to the Jersey Shore. This was when breasts. We did not have the legs to make such jam. We were never ready to eat, though we had clean silverware. My job was to boil our meals. But was it illegal? It was. We stayed in a dorm room that had posters of things we could have never expected. Get ready to be struck was what I had been told by yet another man. This one wore a hat that smelled of salt sweat. I would like the cod. The Blue Fish. My turn to rip the jacket.
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