there is less and less to say...

Always. Quit being a dick and have some.

meant to stop by last sunday...
was captured by the chumash
and their pocohantas demanded a trip to the atm...

then the rain stopped
and it was 2am
and my bed beckoned...

drove me right southly...

next time?
 
sweet dreams

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so...

trying so
to do just that.

there's just more and more noise...

hmmmm?

"...with no word breaching the night that flickers with fire-thought. I know this possibility . . . my tongue forgets all it has learned but cleaves, unused, to palate till they become as one . . . should hours pass me by, unspoken, it takes time before mute-stiff will reluctantly finds voice; a stranger's tongue it feels, moving, alien, and not quite a politeness in my mouth . . . a strangeness, remembering the animate dance of speech"
 
provocation by...

even when in you
it's never
about you

provocation by
hubris
 
so...

trying so
to do just that.

there's just more and more noise...

hmmmm?

No...

no trying
here it just is.

Even the noise is silent, but
the words are not when not caught.

Seems the Muse walked out without notice
perhaps a break is due.
 
she had reported that she would be lying
but
they didn't choose to believe her

captured
by the creature of her own creation.

hollower than hollow
 
~ like white gas on a rainy deep woods fire ~
I just assume anything I don't understand is a compliment.

Drown was a good incarnation. I think it was my shitty idea to change games. Maybe time to undrown him?
 
what's dead is dead.

ain't no fresh soul be dredged from this muck.

can't jew quite enough to golem...
or perhaps...
jew far too well than letting golem happen.

~ either way ~

what's dead's best left dead :
just ask the reanimated.

there's a passel lie here regular.
 
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