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gelatine scat menu

the table where we hang out at manns bombard

so cool its jinn

cream curiosities

earthtone lanterns

any tsipoura tonight i ask and

a snifter metaxa 7 star

cool silk scarf with snowflake patterns.scratch n sniff cards, the shock of fate, thunder. its hard to say what it is that zarians work has, a dimension of curiosity? apres the sculpture show opening the menu is lace and velvet select curlique italian/french 'pasta fontinello pesci' 'poulet sur le point d'avignon' 'served with a double green demi glase & raspberry roasted red pepper'

isolate the displacing and remixing of disparate elements. to engage for at least a threefold threshhold between the hours of art and science open to disinterest and founded reason on a timeline emphasizing one track - stereo strategy/crowd control. remember scratch n sniff cards at screenings of 'polyester'? mademoiselle, voila le scent of la special du jour pwahntd'avignon

"i close my eyes and if a gauze film of sensibility encloses a hollow space and signals balance in fullness/emptiness, i consider it complete" (from zarians artists statement) "his work deals with engagement in subconscious playing fields . staying alive in process and toward results left open to allow form to reflect 2-4 dimensions" (ANE review)

3D escher architecture cast in aromatic plaster with bose waves built in synchronous digits, the clock says 12:12

i ask for a brandy metaxa 7 star, a kind all greeks know. a distilled rose in an incense chamber and a delicate monte christo done crisp.

in the morning head heavy feeling slightly ill i slid upright . outside the chatter of wildlife . arose tiptoed to the table and sneezde remembering night pollen sifts in through open windows . a fingertip of orange flavored aspirin, to the right swallows descended signaling their mission before dawn . settling wings draw curves in clouds and drape feather garlands on mint green sky in the spaces between trees

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on resistance to sheltered life

blacky chases off the son and heir dethroned and valentino czechs his tuxedo

"brrr beworlder me from some mmm feeline rrr article on fast life rrr plenty adventure rrr" cool cat cools down a cherrystone

...he shimmies under wire to make a break for the motherland, bravely squarely faces retreat - sharpwitted - escapes - cleverly incites arguments - vanishes

notes a methodic and dutiful deprogrammer

tame also independent w/a wild streak we called to amend bcuz formal tux types r requested

sometimes triage requirements help determine if a cat will b comfortable enclosed in environments w/people having been bred wild and tricked into a shelter. unwise to dismiss the protocol/hierarchy of a colony knowing what happens when an alpha or queen is captured fixed and returned to the wild - rules of the colony still apply, having lost status he/she is likely to b shunned or fought off and deprived of food for the greater good as determined by the new alpha. the lifespan of an intact cat in the wild is 3-5 years w/minimal intervention. {valentino (above) an x-feral age 7 is living proof that rehabilitation works.}

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chirping

fish rope nets humming tunnels of wind in a cylinder spin overhead and stop above the bed where times stand still vacate the premise

the promise to fly as don juan crows with one eye on who knows or doesnt as the case may be unleash the net flee for free

empty

its all gone now she said as the mist swirled around her ankles serpentine along the beach wondering scratching the back of her head if the profile was good to the left and looking down noticed the spotted stones sink below the hem of the long coat wrapping it closer with a belt made of the song yellow line fever and looked across the flats and at the strange scribbled paper slip. folded it and lit a match. butterflies flew from her fingertips and phoenix yawned in the woodland below

so they had to fire him. yeah poor guy. the theatre can not insure due to building codes the unlicensed rapport supports he'll probably get fatter with macaroni platter but that is not the reason

came back too late for lunch but a tandem straw box of sausage and bread and a bottle of red wine on the table hiccupt hoodini in a black top hat waltzed in and poofed the cloth out from under with a flourish smiling and with his eyes making counterpoint connections a few drops fell from his cheek perspiring on the brow but he wouldnt break the vow he comes and goes so quickly now

all gone now all washed away in lace nets snipt asunder

all gone all all gone........ the scent the box the plunder

over and over in a song by stevie wonder

the phoenix cracks an eyelid open which no other bird can do in reverse.

blinked emerging feather angels are people along a curved neck it said

an azure flock of them gathered overhead

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the dancing poet

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first by hand upheld composed

profoundly visible in a hundred song

he pockets a small bright object

tumbled coins in trembling time

seconds tossed handfuls dispensed

the theatre filled and loud knocked inconceivable

those men who heard who drew for dead

donned the hood and saw it goodly

convinced still in steadfast alignment

he stepped out dressed in passion

away sublimely soon happens

no better brickwork set to stage

a bridge to dance over crossing streets

and he replied towards having untied

the natural roots with such a feat

"born hearing taut in the echoing season

cause effect or dying reason"

safely carried well beyond passing

the best drawn poem sets in motion

a twirl thru everlasting

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th underground

below the overpass we used to go crack open shells

carry some sandwiches and crawl into the underground

a burnt out candle and a dusty rope hook left behind

and bernie black said

dont touch them or yr dead

a new beginning

red:

blueberry bushes slick along our shkins as we crouch low

danger somehow wordless smells like rootrot mud n afterglow

his wide and brimming eyes made rounder as the air went thin

and black said

dont light that candle dweeb

save the oxygen to breathe

james dean and elvis camp each every other friday night

the camouflage disturbed pine needles scattered on the bed

it seems so sacrid to behold the quiet aftermath

and black slapt back

wheres the raccoon cap

i wanna take a nap

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class in the amphitheater

due to reverse gravitational pull

an unified waterfall rushing uphill

will weave collective windstream currents

in degrees as mentioned h2 0

excess runoff evaporate

trailing ribbons.....

a most natural evolution said professor corey

of a magnetized axis quid pro quax oration in laurel leaf latin

slowly blended shade

and halls of glasses lasses asses

shaking glossy eyeball maracas subliminal gypsy samba

i take notes in white

"corner antiwaterfall glint"

i raise my hand

"H 2 oh pour quoi n yin? which sundry son of a gun will win?"

'an excellent question' he grinned and began to explain

a few hundred thunder sole

shoes pumped in deep sea

flourescent water microbiles

squish (gesturing)

en masse upon the aeroshmooze exit

leaving teeming puddles for further observation

in short term planktum sigh

cycles

three periods in six

reverse waterfall

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note to sivourney on organizing elevens

Leonardo

used his teeth as a third hand

to fund amen italy

practice exxing crost i's jiggling in jelly

cross hatch crass hotch etching etching astrolabe projections

thats where you come in and holding a candle

peer above the shoulder of his muslin mumu

voila charts in order of element m m m

chance equations spelt accurately on the banner

as per on par under the radar waving

from X to the qui

sivourney listen to me

(a beyond glowing emphases

to a twin star system sizzling on the other side

dit dit so as to intersperse past ast st t

wit wit present dash intermittent

mysterious morse code signal

...the odds are in favor of coconut milk for the camel to sip with a straw...note silhouettes on the cool moonlit doons r moving toward la hem meh al drawot...recruit the eclipse for 3D movie spectacles...some dutch umber viridian luis and drum powder...