I had the word seething on the page, and I chanced to see a sequence of recommended YouTube titles.
The imagery of all the disparate video headlines were fitting cutups for a Dadaist Collage-Poem.
still drowning
the memory faded
digressions
transgressions
synaptic connections
a tiny scream
all the blood
fathoms deep
godlike achilles
smothered in mud
torn by briars
gasping for breath
the impossible
hidden amulets
deeper, darker
forbidden to us
burning towers
blood curdling
a dark stain seeps
under my nails
flat calm
blackened with dust
dead quiet
a kindness
a kindness is what it is
only one confused impression
a stiff and worn noose that
had been used to hang a man
spinning for a string of blonde girls
this is the alternative history
embracing the moment of stillness
the output of a cursed and dismal mind
young men and women currently adrift
swept the country like a swarm of locusts
i've made such a bargain with the devil
classified by range and by complexity
the pages thick and of good quality paper
cottonmouth moccasin churning in the shallows
one house engulfed in flames
it never has anywhere to go
though the clouds are threatening
we have done nothing but climb
a single-story building branching off
on a strip of undeveloped land
every hotel in the world had a rat or two
ugly beyond nightmares, uttering pitiless
against the backdrop of empty skies
toward a white line of vines and trees
where does a story begin?
where does anything begin?
heard the beat of her heart, and felt her throbbing pulse
boys and men came from every corner of the globe
to measure this most immortal of endeavours
when girls read everything,
why should not an old woman write anything?
Gangling glow worms muster mustard in meandering alley miasma - the rest have seven runs through The Round-about in Blue Hues At Deep listening and eco-asemic writing one of greenish-white. The eco-asemic writing cleaves the water - times calm weather polka-dot pineapple piranhas' pirouettes in together so that they couldn’t be academics - operate eco-asemic pineapple piranhas in Blue Hues – show slow scream nettles' planters, we got languor fire-shouted Deep listening Deep listening Deep listening - The first and third tissues trailing with quiet Fall colours of the scholars offered caveats to avoid dancing parts dancing dancing dancing obah-obah-boo-boo-boo ~ metaphysical malapropism prisms have five syllables each Friday promptly at 6:00 pm. bandying this cant and argot still life arrangement is weaving the components, the bath-tub in lustre lathes and pointillism planes - hagiography quartered without leaving tendrils of connective can’t possibly comprehend the whole boughs because that oyster focus vendors howl into flaws blush blush blush obah-obah-boo-boo-boo SALE ENDS VERY SOON
Be Moon Sand.
This is the name of the program. This is the name of the program -If there was a gene and a war. Gene war. OK, good news. Good news guys. Watch until you want results Translation result, "If I were happy, I would work."
If I was happy, boat turnip working. I tried to analyze my history.
Something is the Source. This is the name of the pro frame.
This is the name of the sand.
I will send my shepherds back to investigate this story. I will restore my shepherds.
Bring back my shepherds, this is the seer's warp drive.
This is the storyteller's struggle.
I will send this messenger.
I will send this messenger. Inside you, I am a predator paradox.
I am a predator.
I am my predator.
I am my predator.
Glue Oud - Do not rejoice that this old addict has checked the well. The source is meat. This is the name of the gig custard lute.
This is the name of the story. Name the creator of history -
Started a new project, because I couldn't just tidy the room. Instead of emptying the room of lots of paper in a quick efficient manner, I am now accumulating cut-up text, and use them to re-purpose the pages of word lists, to paste into a #DadaistArtJournal. 😂
a shift in the shadows as he entered
like the din of a single huge machine
whatever the fuck that means,
the boy also rode with tumbled locks
until a sea mist fell and the land was finally lost
a hot little circle of such rib-crushing love
with less surprise than he might otherwise feel
its accompaniment and its opposite face
i am to be the unwilling chorus of this tale
on the vast absurdity of the cosmos
the beginning of the ripper's killing spree
she steps from the prison's entrance and blinks
"you be sorry you don't shut your mouth"
a thousand pieces of gold for one smile
all was still for the night
shoo her in, darling
shoo her in
outside a cricket screeches like there's no tomorrow
still a long time
let me sleep
This is Haha ha ha mute.
Sensitive race is the diameter of all bitmaps -
no matter which faction visits.
Bitmap is Haha ha ha mute.
It doesn't matter
which faction you visit.
which faction you visit.
It grows on the road.
Reasonable - they no longer raise laughter.
Reasonable - they no longer raise laughter.
~ In later years aliens have been regarded as spirit beings, astral travellers, time travellers, holograms and androids. Many myths and legends from the past have been added to this mix of manifestations of the damned. They have been described as MIB, vampires, angels, demons, ghosts, fairies and shape-shifters who can take on human form.~