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.

Ok candy chocolate chips.

Choose your weapons. Drinking at the time-bomb, a new club. This is a message. It is meaning something and as long you don’t know it it will work for you. Wait for it and it will come to you in silence. Poised and ready. That’s all you have to do. Well, this wasn’t for them anyway. It was always just for you. This is the one that makes you see it. Like when horns are honking on the street and you know they’re talking to you. And the birds are talking to you too. Christ but you are dense, too dense to work it out at all. That’s not true I heard it fine, I just did not believe my ears. Are you free. Free enough to let the letters go against each other. Free enough to keep making it be made even though I made it in my mind a long long time ago and that really was enough, that was all I really had to do. I don’t know why I built that bridge everything from one side now is going over to the other side and vice versa.

She was looking out for him.

Waiting for it seeing it is there and then taking hold of it and putting it in there. It’s still wet. Don’t believe it but pretend it’s milk which still is good for you. Cookies. Didn’t ambulate enough.

Someone’s talking in his ear. Didn’t pay the rent. Couldn’t resist it. Even though it goes against the grain. Is it not the way the fluid flow of it is flowing. It is bumping into things. Daring you to distribute it for a sign of something that’s to come. Like she didn’t care to show up this time either. But you’re waiting for her just the same. She is waiting for somebody too. If that makes your nickel. She was singing. What a singer. Did you hear her. It was easy then it wasn’t. And you wanted it to be the way it was. That is always something else again. It’s terrific Mr Standford.