You Say You So

There is no saying no to somebody who is always saying yes. Even when they should say no. Even when they shouldn’t. Who is going to tell. There should be a capital. It is only fair. Things that do things automatically never are reliable. Things that don’t do things automatically are, always are reliably, to be unreliable.

There’s no counting on a thing but there’s counting up to something down to something and all that. Counting does go somewhere but it rarely ever stays there where it’s going where it’s gone.

Does it matter. What does it matter if it somehow does make sense. If it somehow does make sense then the rest of it don’t matter. No one really cares that it’s mistaken if they know what it is meaning to be saying.

That is why the mystery is so delightful magical to everyone who’s unbelieving and yet seeing it and knowing it and that is the same thing as anything is meaning anything of what you mean it to be meaning. You can mean it to be meaning but it’s meaning something else always all the time.

It is always saying you right back to you. And still you get across the street.

Praised be something. 7

These arbiters freedom consequences of a census don’t more than 30 years ago. You weren’t even born then Jim and Jane. I was sad when you didn’t say my name. It was having a hard time trying to remember it but I only could remember how you were on the side of me standing in the light and I never could forget you but I didn’t know your name so I couldn’t call you and I couldn’t tell you. I am seeing you right now. What’s your name. Does it matter. It will help me when I cross the threshold into my apartment and the wall has moved away from my hand again. It is Karen. Oh that’s right now I do remember. You said it before. Like Joe Gould and his seagulls they were talking to the frequencies of light in code.

He was always going over it.

It just feels good to be saying it and saying it. Even though it isn’t even making any sense. It is only making sense. That is all it’s doing. That is why it is the way it is and the reason that it makes his fingers and his toes vibrate. It’s the mystery they told you all about.

Just keep going on.

Praised be something. 1

I can keep on going. I can cut it short. I can publish part of it and leave the rest of it somewhere for somebody. They will look for it. It will be a thing. When they find it it will be both glad and sad tidings. It was looking for it that brought hope to them. Competition wasn’t friendly. Then it was. Then again it wasn’t. Then again it was. Then there wasn’t any competition. It was cheerfully a disassociation for them. They considered whether they should intervene. Was her paranoia theirs or hers. Did she leave a will. It was not her destination. She was wanting to be wanted. Then it was too late. That’s the letter ruling definitely with a wooden one. You could smell the pine. She was sitting up in the box. She was getting out of the box. They were all dumbfounded. She was not a mystery or monster but her blood was running and she felt it for a while. It was all inside and she was outside of the box where she always had been.

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.