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.

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.