This is when I grab the shovel and hit the ditch and play Blonde Mouse songs, but I ain't like to go down swingin. I need the quiet. Electric hum, on a walk, I live forever. Katie says, 'So be alone' and takes her fox pelt, the stairs with thin red carpet suckered off. This will have to be PART II to something and I'll let you know for sure what just as soon as I request bounty. More ice. A thousand good regards to Mr. Wagner and Mr. White and I get a laugh from Julie when I pick up my legs and high-volt my way through the dining room. Uncle Charles eating shrimp, Anastasia tellin me how she's gone full vegan, stark inevitability that I'll have to bum off her.
(oh dear the long silence)
(again, the name of the play is: Nostromo Ninon)
Scratch my wrist; keep me cool til yellabrick leaves and all the family stink...
Ice water, purple flowers, I tell Julie I'm a gardener but I can't remember the names o plants no more. I went lookin for other facts and stories and names and details and personal gratitude...
emcee to say, roll ro roger, loss o balance...
be free with judgment and emotion, I think that's what I was tryin to say, but I turned it upside down, nothing bush-league about it. Call to consensus on 877 Class Road. Sneak messenger attack, probability in bad taste, my life without bread. Strippers post-celebration, cool, I wish you good thoughts. Couldn't get any more real. Double-scoop duty, people to keep track of, snoops to take in our media cos I care about your projects.
Wild fever, bir's, lots of color, more color, single color, black lines, outlines;
Snapback, questions to ease concern, cupcake; 'How was your walk?' Overcomin technical motivations, near-stroke, iced calves. I won't get plumbless interference; the guys learn to see each other, the wanted man. We take to a hill of Honda bikes, just be beautiful, get your groove on and say it's for urban ministry. Armored cars, too much traffic, not enough hand-bumpin. Robot thing, you'll understand, solitaire in 350 degrees Sar...
(sarah, you're just)
Snout, smile, sprout, there's a new season to think about. Tell me more about yesterday. I guess tonight'll be all swamps and telos: a mistake to break concentration, I see those spasms
(maganDANG)
I'll get intense and personal; God bless Cousin Robert when we get to desert wakes and carry on Irish. Bowman, bumpy fingers over _____ spine.
(i took her to the castle)
Come on, gather these people together. We get along. I can tell you exactly what they're thinkin - pluralism. How bout that? Gotta hide more, but we have access to those in-store scanners cos we've found things get moved around a lot and few have any manners so I was hired as a watchdog and will have to go back to Dobbs when we've recovered. Lower jaw goes out. You see, I've stopped myself. I see the menagerie, the palm trees, miscreants. Shuffle more out, really out of my comfort zone, recognize a thing they give to porridge. Left thumb and index finger get at inner...
... bangs...
~a young novelist, living in Florida, currently at work on his next title
