Enjambment Tale

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A shiftless celebrity, all white or my horse- track supremacy grooves fastballs to fraud. The proximity of a fucking hatred campaign and the financing system of a post-Mao LSD dropout. When the counterculture movement skateboards pink-punk, reggae to nature, with the labor of autonomous production, the dialectic of former slaves supportive of the social conditions of animal husbandry(Dawson’s creek less, go fund Jessica meets less). Meats. They argue during foreplay. Bad karma returns thought I.

It would all fall to the sound of a man saying “visionary” on a coast with Cletus the fuckstick football robots, shit smearing the Yaqui way in a public bathroom.

The west, it’s space and time, in a car looking at landmarks, corn fields, cars and trucks.

A long winding road back the Colorado Plateau, home. Hearing it in and out of cars around town.

The top of a mountain sound. Dream vision. A sky lake with trees growing around it and a mountain below the horizon line, hitch-hiked far off in the valley.

Charlie’s in Maui, Hawaii. What a night!

My I and myself struck out and chased off a local beach.Glass stomped feet bare but not broken, underwater and left leaning in the night pool. Where I MARCH PAINT AND PAINT IN MARCH, to the white screen witness that interprets content.

When you go out west on an east coast asterisk trail, make sure to get to know the peoples. “Fuck you and Pete Rose too motherfucker!” Everyone’s got a story to tell about a limousine with movie stars in the parking lot, partying it up, but the locals on the Pacific menehune and CP time are sad. They’re disconcerted about the other plant-plant potentially, being the draw out on the coast and not the humpback whales off Mavericks, rolling in the surf boards.

Upset you’re an eastern sex shark, not, but drinking shark beer on a sanctuary trail in Santa Cruz.

Same face type face saying “Yeah man, I don’t know, they were from out east. It sucks. Too bad to, but they didn’t even want to get to know the guys first.” Back to my beer and my public affairs.

I swear. By the moon and the stars in the skies, like the shadow thats by your side. I’ll be there.

They’ll throw some missles and drones at Israel, some will get through, which sucks. You know, because America designs those defensive weapons systems to beat everything to hell. All your left with is a glimpse of a stained expectation of nothing. Clerical catharsis. Still, a cage matched soccer field of blown up bike parts, in what looks like a shit part of town(tragically). The Brit’s and their Freddy Mercury want bike revenge? Their handwriting on the signage outside the Islamic Revolution, wrought iron fence of 79 and a controlled demolition.

The collective unconscious of artists on the other side of the planet developing motifs, universal themes and passions.

Courtly love and the patterns of my snow salted Persian rug.

I play music because women can’t. At least that’s probably what I heard. Maybe they can somewhere.Laws. How do I know? I’m not Elton John for Christ sakes! I’m an American with metaphysical conceit. I’ve been in my share of wars in Illinois and Im waiting for more, staying above the fray. If it’s INtresting, they’re bombing Shiraz, hmmm. Should I order more wine?

The last corporation.

You got nice bread there(savior).

But where’s the table(delivered)?

If you’re not being supportive of someone’s life and happiness. Subject your mind to the correction of all societies muses. Hero, the terrible mother, the wolf grandmother and the wise old magician.

You’re being discriminatory of Platonic love.

You have to ask yes, no or

You have enemies.

Welcome to the computer Art revolution, my computers name is…

Update: 3/1/26. 12:25 PM.

Data links, somewhere sausage links. Mixed reaction of eye contact with a Reagan poster and a mass shooting in Texas. Locally, 3 officers hurt and a man stabbed in a CTA bus. Futurecast.

The guys didn’t even want to get to know Sean(combat veteran, wood chip and b.b. gun wars Illinois)and Paul. The Killen brothers of Lake County, Illinois and the GOP admin team. No shit. I guess my computes name is Oliver.

I’m Men little male baby and NO! No one wants to get to know you. How about your sister in your mama’s belly? Because you’re on your own.

Frame Story Order

Imagist’s versification of subject matter(ontological argument). U.S. Constitution, words see discrimination. I bet world surrenders, framed.

U.S. military policy of turning things into a fucking parking-lot is morally right(scorched earth).

Ships and park-a-fleet of cars, then we watch Disney Cars. Unfortunately, there’s nothing revolutionary about a caste system as it relates to roses and the postmodern aristocracy.

Ayatollah’s free verse

When taken alive.

Congratulations you will now be embedded with the girl’s volleyball team from Lincoln, Nebraska. Go Cornhuskers! We’ll wait until you change your name to something super-American. And see the beauty of the game, coming from a Real Tall Girl, remember you’ll get nothing and like it. I guess the Pearson’s don’t like my taste.

The fucking LRE! I’m rooting for Sean Killen U.S.A. Two parties, still no one can tell you how to think. I’d be in my in my own Mar-a-Seango with Two Mongols, four demons and an automata elephant. Only, philosophically speaking, I choose a Spartan existence.

The nature and labor of autonomous production, I see televisions because women can’t. At least, not when they’re driving. That’s what I heard. At night they see them maybe. They see better?