finalization freedoms and their consequences

the last stop for the bus and crash landing-quixotic and benevolent-spider gracing the table we stand as the moon drops his hat and unveils the emblem we tremble and everyone is on one knee, i step over the rail and i'm in the great returning fluid-like oceanic experience. i'm floating and i take my own hand and great is the feeling-i want to flee but i want to stay-i want to get on with it, but i don't want any dramatic plays-pulled from the greatest on broadway.

"its all a game," they shout, "have you know wits?"

enough is enough and i fall in the open field. go away, back to your lair, back to your operatic musings and happiness trauma. i've had enough with the critics. once they return to their holes, all galvanized in their glory, we can get on with the real news. the fire will burn the water and the water is sickness and the sickness is fire.

"what a shame, what a god damn shame"

i'll see you again on the precipice, on the shingles of humanity awaits the freedom specter. a mile a minute as they pass by. and we speak to the passer-by, the unknown faces-just give them a smile. bag the lady and monetary value statements-its the enjoyment value, really. trust the argument laden tanks-they spill their filth on the helpless.

longer just makes it worse. shorter- and it's all told.

text

cleary complex in his dismissal of proven facts, texts, and archetypes, he moves in a pathetic, snake-like manner. the palms of his hands cut and sewn after many years of frostbite and encouraging characature work. he pulls from his coat pocket the barely ledgible report-the sweet smell of dark, hole-creating ink sinks thru the paper and neatly nudges the man.
stepping the gas pedal to the floor the man is certain this is the last time he will give his opinion.
the chairman of the board greets the ageless fellow with a hallow glance, and pulls his chair out for him. the green light of hypocrisy numbs the human's mind, he winces, and then checks his pockets for loose change. he then fiddles with his automobile keys.
"this is it." the man thinks.
suddenly, the terror of mankind, shadowed by the door on the right, emerges.
the man makes for the window, but glances back. he steps on to a chair.
"its better to love, some say, but it is much, much easier to loathe."
and with this the man puts his hand thru the window, and falls to his death.

gradual happiness trauma

Stanislas ruler of the four bridge snipe assassins. And the color guard is dismissed and the perennials have returned. Gun gods and the ruiner camp fire. Test and test screen secret. Take me to my ew gag me house. French serenaded. Sneaky returning. Swirly cute. Band: rubber. Oooh... touch. Keh. Yer open jurisdiction and closed operative; grenade treatment will clear it right up. Space exploration is dirty hurry it open Satan napkin and the re-gain the ignoring help laughs n' judicial. Treat me to a definitive platter commercial jewish sort. Earwig bulimia pull horse teeth secret? Stanislas comes and yer shaking in yer poncho and the returned film star and the technical support group and lying smart quebecian Shakespeare. Deranged escapee and furious mind birds hear displeased supportive mind treachery...
and I'm waiting for singing gateway freedom kinetic heart terror and the seeping gutter glutton. mankind's search for infinite spark enjoyment miss the touching...
Illinois fiasco piano serene beauty pageant—the winning kid's mother-in-law. Curlin' up reach writing is for weak trebuchet harp notes... so then everyone laughs and i say achooooo. And people says oh shut it up Zachary. And i say don't people...
beginning spice practice the following weekend film festival. Nothing i just sighed robot loves: putrescence. It's dainty, returned baking in summer of winter and the highest part of noon-orange haze English system of gunner mechanics- honest. Don't worry I'll keep you safe in a safe. A safe deposit box for comfortable people/subjects. Grandeur epiphany human breath mint goes down like leather and the building of youth culture creatures hole in the sleeves freak unity and agreeable nightmare-I'm tired- he says. And the meadow rehearsal infant laughter and gathering queen leaks. And i think its illegible. The reef off Australia's topographic kitten. Reared in furniture training and week long black Friday. Depression crystal lamp gear. Demographic conservation and fast feet, tripping on wire-length of 100 feet. Getting ugly now month after month hour after hour getting in public after a hard times guard. The guardian of juice box dreams. Minute after minute. Second after second. Pour a little paper its your savior and happiness screams. No information prohibition-a papal enigma-sewn in leaves. Crawling out the door. Default sarcasm and occasional rear partitioning appears limpid track question and enough lucidity prisons to jerk pensions out of equity.
Rear guard treatment plant and themes and war-Christians.
Blood spilt and all the king's horses and the king's pen hanging around the saddle dumpster walnut. And glittering Sunday monkey mistress and the perpetual ego matter. Gracious anytime futility and frugality. Crustacean liberator and the son of themselves. Glittering in gold and shrouded in carpe diem infantry-a fib that stinks- I'll show you who's who.
Stanislas you slob pick up your mathematical agency. They're trapped in debt of social security nonsense now there's nothing they can do-can't you see?- running family value machine spits out numerical values-2x/min. diskette knowledge.
Spies in cloaks and handkerchiefs-strewn about histrionic slavery endorsements.
Greeting card alleys & back porch lawn nights.
The spring time flurry of thought and provocation.