Five for five alive

Greet the where with all. If you’re reading this you are not close enough. If there’s something here, then I’ve done my job. Five sentences together turns into a paragraph, which is making you be feeling something underneath. Orange is a mental block. This experiment repeats the plots you know so well.

She kissed him. It was surprising. He was afraid, but he kissed her back. She was bold. She was in control. She was in control of her letting go of control. He was happy to be witnessing for her.

If I’m looking for it, then there is no point in saying it. There is something following quite easily the happening of something else. Declaration of a feeling that you have about something you have no influence to change. The person in an outfit stepped in to be gracious. Uniforms on servers in the bar made them feel less likely to be liking people they were serving.

There is more and more a being there about it all. Over here, over there, staying there with it within also is still there. There is nothing but a lot of there. Staring puts you off your skates. Ghosts in the knell of a bell.

He loves you more than you can ever know because you don’t exist right now. I am watching out to see if you are early or you’re late. He is paying me a tidy sum. I’ll will go against his wishes when you tell me you are going after someone else. It’s your right to choose.

Lessons easy to digest

In the thin line in-between of it. I am going to be going. He stood up and looked towards it. Every overcoat. There’s a movement. Up until 3:30. Ghost. Magic in the house. There are sounds and they’re out to get you. Something wants to be with you. Can you list 5 things that do not have anything to do with any other thing?

Just because it follows it. That is all it takes. Holding the compass. Frayed, torn and frayed. Her hair is a colour. Sometimes there is more to it. Sometimes there is less. Even if she’s taken you into her dreams, doesn’t mean she’ll take you in her arms. With bare feet or socks on. The floor is different. Go going ’til you’re gone.

She went up to him and said hello, heart beating, lungs breathing, fingers twisting, one foot turned in slightly. What it wasn't isn’t what it’s going to be later, either. Given enough something, something else will something else again.

He is picking up the sticks. There are bags on shoulders and the birds are tethered to the sky. There is thinking. We belong to something that’s belonging somewhere else. Go and figure. Chess is for looseners. Opening defense. Winsome angel wraith is depicted on a football field, vulnerable, the sorcerer supreme.

Nothing Is A Thing You Say

The distribution canonical rite. The everything everything everything wanting nothing feeling of the atmosphere is here and get used to it. There is holiness in everything and nothing and all that’s in between, once you get the story straight no chaser. Caliber. Given the model. Being with the things that fix your mistakes so you just don’t bother trying to avoid them any more. That’s not the way that it’s supposed to work.

The gospel according to the fantasy of real to unreal ratio indifference. The story, the story, the story. There is no outside to the story, other than the story of no story. Nowhere is a place you go to without moving to the naked eye. Disprove one with the power of another. A gesture. Reaching, touching, indicating stuff. There is stuff, lots of stuff. Lots and lots of stuff. Everything’s in motion, even when it’s standing still. A good story spell. Narration.

Turn the key four times. This sound is going into you. Your ear is a gate. One of many. You are not a house. You are also yes a house. Inside outside. Upside down. Because there is a pivot joint. Made by how you are with it. Any story that says I, knows that it is saying you, and vice versa. Jim was good at it, still is. Jane believes she is a person. Does it matter if you do agree?

Glowing. Difference. The make up kit. Going in and out. Looking out the window like a kitty cat. I am looking at a something I can’t describe. Is it on the surface of the screen, or really in the air? Listen to the frequencies. This is radio something or other. He picked up the microphone. She was the object of their interest moving out of view. She was trying not to see herself that way. Everybody was. Everybody looked some way or another, and we all had stories about that, which we all were busy now trying to ignore, so a new one could be written. Going from one thing to another can be met with resistance. It is always what it is at the center of it all.

Sometimes It Is Everyone's. Sometimes It Is No One's

Starting. It is, does not do anything. I am still sitting here and the time is getting timely. I woke up and I’m still here sleeping. Sometimes I just stay in bed and wonder.

When nakedness came into the room everybody looked down at the floor.

When sirens were the thing we heard above all. Then we knew that time had passed again.

It is when the voice comes. When the voice comes, it speaks, and it tells you things, it says things. Some of them are known. It is a mystery how right it is, in the moment it is. You can watch it. And it’s good to know, even if you do forget.

Sometimes when I wake up, I remember. Sometimes I remember when the voice comes back. Sometimes I remember.

It is good to know, even if I do forget. I can say it twice in different ways. I can be the voice without speaking. The world that is the voice. It's a bird. Construction. The fog. The pen. The sky. Sometimes it’s all mine. Sometimes it’s all yours. Sometimes it’s its own.

There is quiet always standing in amongst it all. It is always it and not it. It is always it in a manner of speaking.

There Is Liberty And Loving In Dysfunction

Once you’re on to something you are going. There is nothing like that. Priests in a zen bowl have been longing for that more than what you think nirvana is. It is in the park. There are people with guitars playing songs that you like to hear. Which is rare and you know it. That they’re playing songs you like to hear. There’s an older woman who’s descended from the magic people who were here before unmagic people came here and then made a mess of everything. I am 16 and I'm looking at her and she’s looking at my halo and she takes it off of me because she says I have no right to have it. I used to think that she was better than me but I know now she is just the same as me. She is angry and she’s mean and it makes me feel like shit. I have been like that. I am used to the unmagic people making me feel crappy, but I thought the ones descended from the magic people wouldn't do that. Just because you are descended from somebody doesn't make you be like them, whether they were awesome or were shit. I thought that she was awesome just because of where she came from. But she is her own damn thing. That will happen lots. I will see that lots. I will think the bad ones are the good ones and the good ones are the bad ones. I can be mistaken. Anybody can be mean and stupid. Me too. I know that I can be that too. I have been that too. I know shame. It might be the only saving grace. I'm not shameless. I like that show. There is liberty and loving for all of their dysfunction.

When There Used To Be Adventures

This is as good a place as any. I remember walking down the streets. Thinking about her was something he was doing. He was over there. I was thinking about him sometimes. She was interesting. Everybody’s interest in her was interesting. Thinking was inane. Some of it insane. Praying to something for something else to happen. In a bowl. There are also cups. Don’t forget to rinse your plate. I had holes in my pockets and I jammed my hands down through them. I was feeling how the inside lining felt. It reminded me of when you put your hands down in my pants. It was shocking but it just made sense some how. That was when it mattered. When there used to be adventures.

Capital Letters Are So Not Poetry

In the delivery room. Everybody had to make their own capital. He was saying to her as a joke capital letters are so not poetry. I was busy looking at her wondering if maybe I could have a chance with her. Maybe she would look at me a certain way. There was nothing in the fridge. Nothing that I wanted. She is out of his league and my league and everybody else’s league also. She is even out of her own league. Remember when people used to show how interested they were in you. When it doesn’t happen you will know that it had value. When they do not show that interest any more. No one’s interested in you any more. No one that you do not know already. Oh and by the way, remember how when someone is approaching you as though they’re interested in you, how you are suspicious of that interest. That’s spaghetti. With tomato sauce. With or without meat, or Ford Nation. Some words are not appetizing.