Showing posts with label talking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label talking. Show all posts

Tuesday

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.

Thursday

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.