Surrounded, Exhausted Canister

Old and I found this. Old and the slick waste is folded in. The cat sitter is handing over the cigarette. We were caught by how similar were our features. We snapped our fingers. Open and how old is this document. The runny nose in the background is folding over. The runny nose is caught in the wire hangers. The doorways are full of a loose wardrobe. We devised a road out. This is the letter that asks for a match. Lightly, and through the bathroom. A shelf is cut into the candle. The stately bathroom deserves a candle. Okay, but first of all. These snippets, said she. She lifted her head from the barrel. The lacking witness was forward in her seat. The cat was scratching at the door.

We recognized the immutable content. Once standing, he found it easier to breathe. He found it hard to remove his hand. We found her breathing in the last of the oxygen. The snow had surrounded the exhausted canister. Stapled packets of information arrived daily on the doorstep.


We would like to thank you and ask how many places we can expect to find revisions.

news plays

so is this chili still good? can i have some of it?
does the chili still fit in with your schedule?

she is going to check her schedule.

could you follow me into the kitchen?

i'd like to talk to you about last night's zinger.

i'd also like to see if you can help me get up here.

on time keeping

in my rightest mind, what's likely to go on is the opening of a document and the tinkering, the loose wires getting off, i'm late, it's really a matter of directing one's attention to this or that application, applying the attention, it's all relatively able to just happen, even with the strain, etc. otherwise, there's no telling. one might even feel, under less-than-lucid circumstances, that each attempt at constructive time-making is a monumentally wasted effort, in no way resembling a person stepping in the way of an enthusiastic "enemy." but now, though, there's a way to tell inasmuch as one in fact has opened an application and is applying attentions to this wall, and in so telling we have an easy guess that one is feeling okay. later we may apply these attentions in other directions, but for now one is here, and this is a kind of matter too.

one rejects some threads while agreeing with others, occasionally just letting one unravel while the eyes glass over and other tasks present themselves. the point is this: decision-making. always and forever, that. accept/deny. continuously. or continually, even. & so with the doubling back especially we see a very simple process that could underscore a poem or two.

A Clean and Sour Face

The lecture was disastrous. I like the size of these fries, however. These are excellent fries. Can I get more fries like these.

The mother is breaking all over. We tried to get her sooner. She left and is leaning too far back. The carpet, having been recently cleaned, becomes a comfortable place to lie down. Please sit. Please, have one.

My sister confused her efforts for an article of faith. Conversation grew increasingly limited and off-topic. He never heard my argument. The lights went out. It was time to. None was more level-headed. You have my support.

In moments of heightened stress, a principle was to remain silent. One was unsure, though. A little bit of a crisis. The sun out today. He called himself into bed. He stood here. What was the word. What's use was frequent.

Sour Face

She can't find her sneeze is contained. A backlash is provoked. Wanda has taken over valuable resources to keep her country's assets in line. The retail markets keep her boyfriend awake. Please reach an agreement with my first report. We were taken in. We left. We're launching a recovery effort, though. He checked the ticker. He sold the company's most valuable polling data. They took two nights to rest, her conjunctiva out of place.

The seasnail was a friend of ours. We took the letter and saved his contact info. We took the feistier letters from the supply closet. We have two very distinct memories of the event. Then we took the subway.

The cats damage our conservation.

The Newborn is not Cute (see Seinfeld)

so but a new one, so but a one isn't already started,
so is the first one, so is the one tried her hand at the door handle, etc.

i'm blanking in my milk, and i'm wondering is this where the milk
came from.

the glass is beyond clean.

a foot lands in a soothing commercial.

& from a cell

Not a Splice

So to be going on in a blog as much is a notes in not notes. A notes in the space of a sea clamp, a calcium pill, a public defense. One blows the list from her mouth. One treats a common-enough condition, puts a cold from her face, a face from her feather.

With the Divided Mother

the egg salad was previewed. aaron has a stocking on his face.

Locator

my sweet. this is the lot of it. even still. more later.