Hi Lewis, I've many harvest a spent ingrained hour sword processioning on my ivory stilts.
I mean I like this engineers ocean. Is it like mental arithmatic gymnastica, or digital harvest/process? James. On 12/6/2008, "Lewis LaCook" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > > >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 >Director of Web Development >Abstract Outlooks Media > >440-989-6481 > > >http://www.abstractoutlooks.com >Abstract Outlooks Media - Premium Web Hosting, Development, and Art Photography > >http://www.lewislacook.org >lewislacook.org - New Media Poetry and Poetics > >http://www.xanaxpop.org >Xanax Pop - the Poetry of Lewis LaCook > > > > > > > > >_______________________________________________ >NetBehaviour mailing list >NetBehaviour@netbehaviour.org >http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list NetBehaviour@netbehaviour.org http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
