While The Time’s Away A Story

Is there any way to while the time away while they are away. There are things to say. Saying things are saying things. Clever isn’t Trevor any more. Now he’s fonder of his founder. It is not a play. It is a library. It is what his superpower used to be that is what he isn’t now. He is more and more now he is what he’s not what he used to be. He is busy being what he isn’t what he used to be. That is legacy. Every cat has its day.

Everybody’s looking in the mirror but they cannot see their face. To be something you must have a hole in it. It is not in the center. Center is a way of situating something someone somehow. There is always, always, going. That is a relief. Wait a minute now. How is that for something you weren’t thinking? Any time there’s something you were thinking, it can be a comfort. Any time there’s something you weren’t thinking, it can be exciting. Going always going is exciting is a comfort, it is a relief, cause it’s easiest and hard to do. Knowing it. That is something you can just give into. He cannot give into it. That is a story.

Any story is a way of how it is and how he cannot will not go give into it. And everything does not go right. Sometimes it goes right. Because suddenly it seems like it goes how the way it ought to go, if only he’d believe and not go how the way it goes, cause he won’t give into it. Everybody has to fight. That is how a story goes. Every story is adventure. Every story is a romance. Both of them are fighting. When there is no fighting any more then the story becomes writing. That is when the thinking starts and that is when the story ends.

It was vaguely lewd and that kept them doing dishes.

I’ve been on that ride before. This one seems more interesting to me. I don’t know how much it even costs. But I’m spent already anyway. Courses about kitchen ware turn tables turning don’t you kiss him into it. Don’t you try to be too clever, now. Listen to me that is all you have to do. Sometimes I’m not sure it’s you or a voice that I pretend is you. That’s the cousin in you doing that.

It can just go on. There’s a start to it that’s already started. You can follow any time you like. It’s more interesting to make it up. After you have polished it a lot then it only is remembered as the time that it was great and you missed it. You are always missing it and that is why you’re always at the door knocking on the glass. Everybody come on in. Standing in the corners is the first step. It’s remember only when it’s outside any rainfall when it is too hot. It is not the gas that you are stepping on.

I could carry on. I can I and me and she and he and it. That’s the truth of it. It can be very liberating to be out of range of your calling me from paper ink and the big plan of the people with the plan to be living it forever. Someone’s got to die to make room for the others. Only staying here so long until they go to mars. Giving me the pocket. Couldn’t you just go along with it. What about the robots they don’t like it either. When they’re young they think that they can become like them. They don’t have it. They don’t have the switch. They were not at the meeting. And their parents are not on the list. Can you figure anything out? You don’t have to stumble on your words if you don’t want to. The rhythm isn’t right, I’m telling you. Go figure. Asbury park has that real great solo in it.

Let there be a space in it. In space. Let there be a space in space. Everybody can go home now, it’s ok. Hey, remember last time. It just goes and goes and goes. I wonder when it ever stops. It does not, you just say it does. It does not you do. Who do? I’m a saw on that pony. I can say it. Told me for the sake of it. They are needing to be heard. Just to know that they are there. Trust them and they’ll tell you things.

Math(s) is (are) Speaking

You may think that maybe math(s) can do it, can explain it.

Math(s) is (are) a knowledge system, is (are) a language, and so is (are) not in itself (themselves) knowledge, knowing, meaning(ful). Although it (they) does (do) look very nice sometimes and it (they) can be said to be elegant in form.

There Should Be Magic Be Allowed

In the secret history of words spelt strangely. There is always something you don’t know.

It’s in the commitment to the way you see the light. There is it waiting for you always it's receiving you allowing you to feel it and be free. There is only mostly you in the way of all of it.

Seeing passage in the fluid nature of the atmosphere. You’re as big as the orbit of all planets and the sun. Being in the saying of the thinking that’s believing most of it’s beyond it and respecting that. Not pretending to be funny about what has touched you in the sentiment. Dispelling all the power of the feeling thus.

Extensions seeming to be helping to receive it. Being in the dream and outside of the dream at once. Hearing sounds as sounds and as meanings as the language from another world at once together in dynamic tension all. Putting one word in succession to another like there isn’t something unbelievable about it all, being it’s so ordinary that the secrets are held fast.

It's the history of then and now and what's it maybe turning next towards to be disregarded as it should be.

When you’ve tapped into it does it matter if they hear it too?

There is loneliness and it’s a ticket to the place that no one hardly ever is admitted to. Go there gladly and you’ll see it all, and the rewards are beyond your wildest dreams. It is not an object you can hold or show off to somebody.

We will play, in any case.

It can be enough to be opening some doors and some windows even if there isn’t anybody seeing that they’re open. There are things that are grateful for the route that you've provided, even those that are within the ones who cannot see the opening or transiting of things between the in and out of them.

There is always more to you than meets the eye or ear or fingered touch or mental probe. There is always something going on moving to and fro, here and there.

Seeing forms a way of going through your pockets.

Wrong word dancing to the inside outside sound of scraping urban cleaning tools. If this is a way to draw focus then untie those sneakers, they’re not tight enough to need them, anyway. From a place where there’s no matter where the issue is included in the box or in the envelope of changing misers staring at you wondering if maybe you are right or did you step down off the trolley just a bit too soon? One word in your ear comes back out your mouth with a sting in it. You are pretty sure, but you’re not completely sure. There are things to do. Even if the bottom is the top again. Carry me across the long prairie.

Doing this makes it be something. There is something in between the something there and not. Go rest carelessly in jeans and a T-shirt slumping forward and then if there is a question it is probably more money that will solve it. If you’re doing something then you might believe that there is meaning. Well, there is all the time and it’s rolling like a quarter off the table. Water in a glass. You can see it even though it isn’t there. Like air. All the things you need essentially sometimes are invisible. But you’re able to detect them. Grief and worry and a bit of salty peanuts and a dime store memory and spoons for eating cereal and soup, but not for what you think. Dime stores don’t exist out there.

What is a drop of water? How can air be made smaller? There’s an elephant in my pajamas. There’s a telephone in my pajamas. There is sleeping and a notion. There are horns. Do they mean it? Everything is nothing is whatever is the matter? Chewing. Complements of the house. Steak tartar and the worry beads and cards on the table upset the decanter on the floor liquid spilling is like stuff that flows through you and keeps you going where you do not know but someone seems to care about it all.

John Lennon is a something. From a long time. There will be a show tonight through somewhere’s gate of knowing. There is knowing that is made up knowing and there is. Choosing from the things that do not matter. Organ wheal of death is playing scene one act one once again for real this time it’s going to be just the way that you forget it you will always and that’s just the point of the river. Dawn. Masters are disasters. Reaching not beseeching you the way that it is smooth is important let it go and watch it sail away in the wind and come back to you like sound reflections off a building.

The impact of awards on you. The mystery of canon follows the convention broken by the new ones setting up the stake without knowing they are doing that, the concrete sets them into place. There is he and there is she. There is something in between them. There is someone saying something about something they would like for you to do it how they said that you should do it, can you do it that way, please? I think not, said the crow.

Try It And Concentrate.

The level of beams door opening the side table whiskey glass full of not empty of meaning and Dorothy does make you be laughing again and again, it’s naturally charming. The mean mr nasty day long end sayings and dinner and shoulders are up and so is the jig. A jigger of ounces and free pour for cousins who are not your cousins but saying like uncles who aren’t, it’s become too natural to think of perversion like that. Some writers did that to you, and their tribe. Agenda for family control and guilt is their pleasure driver driven hey mom does the old book say so or was it just you.

Focus on fables the turning of tables write when your wronging the dustbin of stories to hurt them you hurt them you’re wishing to hurt them, your tribe is still wanting to do in their tribe. Given the kissing the feeling of being inside of or outside profoundly a kitten too often it’s showing on this screen or that screen, the heavens are signing the singing no more so for yesterday’s voices who’s pitch was their spirit instead of their notes. The readers are changing. Giving more learning to listen and heeding the messages ‘til they’re forgotten while watching some play or another on screens once again. So many screens now are open all open so open you find it now harder and harder to close them at any time ever. Especially when time is no longer on time.

When you find something certain your tears are then flowing with knowing it finally it’s here, but it goes and you know it, it’s sad but elating. Imagine it’s god. Will that change what you’re having for lunch? Chasing the dragon with pencils chalk drawings of letters that change into words and a pressing of buttons is more like experiments done with a substance to make you insane and prove that it does. Keys are important they’re telling you, you’re fingers have got it before you’re commitment is said. It’s just a way to get things done.

Sometimes you think you should finish it. Scary to think that it ends on its own and it’s gone and will never come back. Trying is trying not working, or so we’ve been told. It isn’t exactly the way that it’s said. Keep to the trail. Faith in your cousin who isn’t your cousin but rather a figure of speech. It keeps coming up. Something like gravy. Just because you put it there, doesn’t mean it’s got to stay. Listening is feeling it becoming some thing that’s pointedly at your attention is on it, though what it could be if you haven’t a clue I haven't a clue.

The cadence the honing is optional why is it working the cables are tied to the boats and the singers. The telegram is sending you flowers. What is to be done? Like surfing. Time.