When you get used is it and will it be there and for how long with it and the burns that I have taken into me are they yours or not are they the great sameness and beliveing in them is like beleiving in the block and about the century,
the turns, the portents streaming which was certainly streaming. I have a call to be be be what the
nomeclatures call a disentagling, a caboose, a bullock of strongness, a whorl. I am smoking right now and
I feel the portion of it streaming towards you, that I am not explaining anything, I am thinking of you
and it is surprising, to be so line broke, to be so heady, in the worshipful manner of great kings
I am thinking this is you face and this is not your face, the plocking lpocking, the pull it for it isn't there
this man I must be still. I keep many things to me and I keep the words of god and the breath
of you in me and the way there is always dissimilartude in the cross-streets. The baliff is questioning me
the court is adjorned. the fall fall of the black rose inthe envening, the seemingly failure of things as Joshc mentioned and I am to be a cle stoneon the horizon, a closed eye. A imagistic maligma. For it is you. yuou are not it. You are that fight I have with myyself in
brich toojm tuneing in circle sciles cilces cilesciclwse.