Monday

Praised be something. 6

Let this one then be Henry. This is Devon. She is looking at you. Her name’s Karen. They don’t use those names any more. Crispin didn’t take the garbage out last night and his girlfriend Shona does know who her father really was. Take that for an instance. Good thick drink. Water is a liquid. Giving me the business. Once there were some people who believe in art and education for the value of itself. Now the fences are sophisticated more. Going to the ice cream parlor with the pallor of vanilla. There were flavours. There were different people with their different hats and coats and shoes and skin tones and their different hairdos and their tone of voice and their standing in the way of one another and the looks upon their faces saying if they want you or don’t want you. No one asked for it. It was given freely so you’d suffer better for it. They are vetting them right now for the senate. Peanut butter and an allergy to pollen. Bees are missed. Everything gets in here better in this way. That’s the way to do it putting everything in here so the in between is coming through. Can you see the shadow of it. There are no more stories being told. They are coming to the surface. They are meaning or a feeling.

It is meaning or a feeling.

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