http://www.xanaxpop.org/2008/06/12/an-engineers-ocean/
You wake to nausea a negated sea and the clock starting over and over
staring at you across much earlier than you’d like. Earlier your ears
remembered the alarm going off and debt haunting like traces of semen
pulled over your mouse pad like you moved there, but of necessity
performative, neither from nor to but inhabiting. Well. The burned are
already whispering to you those secrets that recoil while firing flames
gnawing at the mid-range in her belly of sounds. But why does the first
connection attempt fail? Because of sophistication testicular references
enhance nascent craters arching busty like a parsed vellum a level of
velor and unbridled candor or abandoned. On between as in and or among.
Fucking time-based art you wake to, a nigger sea is me creased and
siphoning left feelings eating others’ regard for me the wastes of some
distance to love up on ivory stilts. And on her belly of sounds. You’re
rigid at the gears that arch her back along an engineer’s ocean. Anyone
can have a word-processing. Well, the burned are up and at it again
their gain flailing knobs and flooding headphones while uploads whisper
those secrets that recoil after pressing on with the business. Oh, there
are many wonderful things to worry about! Like kind of partially
incomplete. SARS. Upturned leaves today give the appearance of
immaculate dogwood god-hungry jackal, slipping orbs almost Orphic but
moodily ore your ears scream, screw your ears. Damage like this is a
diamond to spell check. Almost anyone can have a habit of
word-processing. This avian flu has come muddied with dust moaning
yellow bathes in salt last month the whole belly of sounds bean tucked
away in raining folds thickening rapidly. Damn! Tits are a lovely
reminder of gravity! But it’s only a lake as of yet, here where glaciers
must have you on the coffee-table. You’ll maybe spend a few hours on
your ivory stilts maybe walking or lurching through cities the crust
removed and so exposed soft bread fiber at fruit. Having a sudo bash.
Oh, she’s got this beautiful tapering down below! You wake to now slowly
wooden swollen fists. Later on the alarm has rungs.
Lewis LaCook
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