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half_asleep_thoughts
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raze
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strip the devil from the details.
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130226
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unhinged
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he doesn't really care not the way you want him to not the way you need him to surprise surprise you're heartbroken again and no one to blame but yourself
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130226
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raze
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all heroes are dead, except for the ones we invent for ourselves.
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130311
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unhinged
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that was really nice sex form is emptiness emptiness is form that was really nice sex
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130311
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no reason
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we talked while i was falling asleep and apparently i texted "the weirdest! okay bye" and received a text back the next morning. it's fun remembering snippets of what came out of half-asleep brains.
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130312
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raze
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more than half of it belongs to me. on second thought, i think exactly half of it is mine. on third thought, that can't be right. it's actually only 46% of it that belongs to me. so i'm not majority owner after all. (not that i have any idea what "it" is...)
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130317
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Lovers Lament
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I wake at weird times... sometimes you are with me in those times between awake and asleep. Sometimes you are close enough to touch, but still achingly beyond my grasp. Dreams are all I have left, and those have dwindled to precious few. They don't have the crisp clarity they once did. Perhaps one of the only things I will miss about being a drunk.
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130318
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raze
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none of our tears are even rivers in the skies we have vandalized.
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130325
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epitome of incomprehensibility
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In my notepad: "Social Darwinist Butterfly" also "Minimalist slasher films: Music for 18 Musicians in Twelve Parts" I mean, I hope I don't come up with terrible puns like that when I'm awake (but I do, I do)
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130325
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raze
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up top, lollipop. down low, daddy-o.
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130327
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raze
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toe terminator. (i honestly have no idea what that was about)
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130404
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unhinged
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every time you show someone your heart they run away from you i just want to share my heart with someone
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130405
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raze
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life is a washing machine set on a demonic spin cycle.
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130406
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e_o_i
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Names in my head when I woke up: Maria Tharpleworth, Edgecombe, Cody Banks. (I thought the last was an actor's name but it's a movie.)
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130406
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e_o_i
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If 7 = "plagiarist" and 17 = "bisexual virgin" 27 = ? Maybe I was dreaming. But what would I learn from that? If I cannot detect any other pattern, I should assume test-type questions are autobiographical?
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130507
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raze
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i hope all those arriving too late to save a drowning witch will scream off chunks of their rotting souls.
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130518
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e_o_i
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A tourist asks: why are all of Carly Rae Jepsen's songs referred to as "customs"? As in her CD, The Collected Customs of Carly Rae Jepsen. Fullmetal Alchemist looks like Montreal. In the future Montreal is Moral. My tooth still tastes like metal. Dentist - amalgam - no oral sex jokes and everybody leaves happy. No construction jokes, even better. Concrete in people's teeth relates to the corrupt Montreal imMoral.
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130707
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raze
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one half-turn deserves a pivot.
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130708
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raze
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something about a "lackluster heart".
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130712
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unhinged
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what time is it? wheres my phone? if its still dark it must be damn early im thirsty why the fuck am i awake right now? (you were right he didnt care)
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130713
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raze
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we will never be anything better than dust in a dead man's clothes.
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130718
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e_o_i
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What's if animals have languages people don't understand? Have I killed highly sentient mosquitoes and ants? Then, after being comforted by the thought that smaller animals' brains are too small to be highly developed, I realized that I was classifying living creatures by their intelligence and it didn't sound very ethical to judge who was more worthy of living on that basis. Does a less developed nervous system, though, mean less pain? Then the thunderstorm stopped and I opened my window again and went back to sleep.
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130719
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raze
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how could anyone ever drive a truck made out of solid gold?
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130919
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raze
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happiness is like the tiniest of rabbit shits; always showing up in unexpected places and moments, never around when you're screaming at it to stop sticking to the bottom of your shoes.
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131015
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line from a song
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i woke up and all my yesterdays were gone.
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131017
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e_o_i
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"coperty status" means how much something belongs to you. Because things can partly belong to you and partly not.
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131018
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e_o_i
|
Infinity doesn't scare me anymore because I know I can't see all of it at once. But when I look at roads I don't know, I have a bit of the same fear that the idea of infinity evoked. And fear might be boredom sometimes.
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131019
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e_o_i
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If the ringing in my ear is higher-pitched it will mean the money will go to Mali and not to Senegal. (greater awareness looms) Ear ringing louder, because nose stuffy, because cold temperatures. Put blankets over head. (greater awareness is boring; subject falls asleep)
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131025
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e_o_i
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There is always the possibility of war or embarrassment.
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140103
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gja
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Hammock.
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140104
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raze
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"i'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair" is a great line and all (and a great song title), but i'd kind of like to hear someone say or sing "i'm gonna floss that man right outa my teeth", just once.
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140317
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raze
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what's the truest, most impossible thing? don't do that. (this is one of my favourite borderline dream state brain blips of all time)
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140625
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flowerock
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truest_most_impossible_thing DO THAT! half asleep thought in response to the jack hammers outside that vibrate the whole building from the ground up... earthquake? should I stay inside or run outside? then I fall back asleep. just a giant sidewalk_dentist
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140625
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raze
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if judges lived up to their names, there would never be any controversies. (what does that even mean?)
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140719
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no reason
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something like, "she could pass off the tutu mop as a camera." uhh... yeah.
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140804
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flowerock
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dreaming_awake ... I can make anything behind my eyes! ... sea anemomes with sunsets inside! (of each wiggly tendril thing)"
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140804
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flowerock
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anemone*
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140804
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e_o_i
|
You can't just be a ninja nowadays.
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140804
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raze
|
loaded on her side of the street. (i don't know who she was, or what the meaning of "loaded" was in this context, or what the context was. but the thought was very clear.)
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150724
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raze
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the more they want to be away from you, the pizza their coat tracks are. (that's a direct quote. the jury's still out on how pizza my own coat tracks are.)
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150930
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raze
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(and that's not a typo. "pizza" was used a quantifier, with no "more" or "less" before it.)
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150930
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raze
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this stain in my eye, this magnified light … (kind of like that one)
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151003
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raze
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10:42 is not a kind-looking time. at least not when you're seeing it sideways.
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160330
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raze
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we could pretend to be bothered, but that would be disingenuous.
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160428
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nr
|
i came up with the word (non-word?) "populationship." which led me to wonder what the definition would be. a popular relationship? a relationship between pop stars? the amount of people on a ship?
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160430
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e_o_i
|
Purple_pride: I have to get purple beads for the gay pride parade!
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160703
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raze
|
i'll bring you back a water buffalo, or seventeen tarantulas.
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160929
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raze
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i don't want it to come out that i *have* transpired ... this is the content.
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170207
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raze
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better to give you a head than a handscape. (i guess a handscape is a landscape of hands?)
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170601
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nr
|
"did you grow up in a european envelope?" someone asked in my brain right before i woke up. i think they actually meant a literal envelope, too.
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171007
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raze
|
you can't burn the big night.
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171103
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nr
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win half_asleep_thoughts that would be a weird contest
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171104
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nr
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gah! that was supposed to be under today_yesterday. i blame blather crumbling down on me.
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171104
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raze
|
it's a one-sided horse; you threw down with insanity.
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171110
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... |
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unhinged
|
what if i woke up next to you instead of chat messages from you?
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171112
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... |
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raze
|
"gotta sing to simply sing" and "snap dog" are not good movie titles.
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180106
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unhinged
|
is it bad that i prefer to be alone?
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180112
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e_o_i
|
Two nights ago I had a panic attack after waking up suddenly with the word "hexagon" in my head. It's weird - my heart was beating fast at the same time as I was telling myself, "No, hexagons are not scary. You are not afraid of hexagons." but it took a while for my feelings to catch up with my logic. (Possibly I was feeling guilty for wasting time earlier in the day, watching a sciencey Youtuber who makes origami shapes she calls "hexaflexagons." But those things are cool. NO REGRETS.)
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180113
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e_o_i
|
Falling asleep on the bus this morning on the way to tutoring: What's a good name for a death metal band? Nuclear Genocide! ...Huh? Have I ever heard those words in that order? Dunno. Do they make sense together? Sort of. Nuclear genocide indeed... Well, I'm in a good mood today, I see. Death metal band name. Hm. Something death-related. But funny. Asphyxiation? No, too scary. The "sf" consonants together make a strangling sound. I need something more abstract. Anoxia? Yes! Anoxia. Although "asphyxiation" would be less scary if you pretended it was "ass fixation"... you could imagine being smothered by a butt. Okay, there's the death. Now I need a metal. Radon? Radon Anoxia! Best name. ...No, silly, you're thinking of elements, not metals. Is radon a solid, EVER? Although I guess you could lose oxygen and die if you were trapped in a container full of radon. So Radon Anoxia makes sense... maybe. What is a metal? I can't think of any metals with obscure names. Except for titanium and Sia already has a song called that. Let's just leave it at Anoxia. Anoxia can be a band name in your story. You can have a paper in it that's just a list of band names. (Imagines list, falls asleep, wakes up later to traffic, is anxious, arrives barely on time, resolves to leave earlier next time.)
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180127
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raze
|
we're in it more to douse a simple coexisting of sad and happy memories.
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180128
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raze
|
"merkin schnur" is filmed in front of a live studio audience. (who the hell would name a television show "merkin schnur"?)
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180225
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unhinged
|
i can't breathe hopefully i don't choke on my snot in my sleep
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180225
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... |
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raze
|
NGTS is not the proper acronym for "national drive to succeed". unless you say the words in a really garbled way. then maybe.
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180303
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e_o_i
|
I don't know if this is much of a thought, but I was walking along St. Catherine street last evening when I realized my mind had been semi-consciously rapping about Antarctic explorer Ernest Shackleton. (Very badly. Like "...like Ernie Shackleton, dragged a pack, it weighed a ton. Things to do, things to get done.")
|
180304
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raze
|
when you laughed at the old heads, you extended some sympathy.
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180322
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nr
|
"oh ron, you basket case ninja turtle, you must have started this." ....yep. no idea.
|
180515
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e_o_i
|
From my notebook: "I'm going to have to climb a ringtone, or else my wife will kill me."
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180517
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... |
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raze
|
rabid blind deck climbed out of the fluid door.
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180528
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... |
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raze
|
i came alive in a celebrity alien competition.
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180817
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unhinged
|
i need more physical affection up to and including making out
|
180819
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... |
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e_o_i
|
"How could I fall in love with Justin Trudeau?"
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180821
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nr
|
for names of people: remeroy and brio
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180822
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raze
|
eye willow island (what kind of place is that? and do i really want to know what an "eye willow" looks like?)
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180825
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e_o_i
|
I wrote this down: "He wanted a daughter with blue eyes and bluer hair who wasn't afraid of the transition between zero and one."
|
181222
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raze
|
loving her to pieces when that gift of feeling is so tight (half-asleep brains are weird, man)
|
181222
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raze
|
get in touch with yourself while your self is saying, "touch yourself."
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190405
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nr
|
for a title of something: Problematic Excuse: A Hair Project
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190414
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raze
|
his voice sounds like butter with a side of thighs.
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191120
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gja
|
Portuguese with a drizzle of honey
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191120
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raze
|
old witness: that which is the lord's lumber wearing out.
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210211
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raze
|
time curls into fists that curve into countries. (this after dreaming of being stranded somewhere in mexico, with wheat growing up out of the middle of a street and creating a strange sort of median strip.)
|
210305
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e_o_i
|
(the above is downright poetic, raze) Half-asleep thoughts. In German. Progression. Last term: gehen laufen kaufen (go, run, buy) Last week: aber auch nie wieder (but also never again) Last night: Ich habe zu viele Hausaufgaben gegessen. (I have eaten too much homework.)
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210310
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raze
|
my half-asleep brain thanks you! also, i have to apologize on bended knee. i've owed you a substantial email (or three) for about six million years now. i continue to fail at time management and emailing. i'm not sure why i can't seem to get on top of things. but i resolve to send you something before the end of the day. if i say it here, i have to do it. and so it will be done. it's the law of blather. or something.
|
210311
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e_o_i
|
Ne worriez pas. Aber auch, keine Worry. (I should really apologize, because I didn't send you the letter I started two years ago, about the two CDs you sent. Anyway, it'd be nice to hear from you & I hope everything's going as OK as possible!)
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210311
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raze
|
sometimes it takes forever, and sometimes it just takes a day or two to spice the intense questioning. (now my almost-sleeping brain fancies itself an interrogative chef?)
|
210402
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e_o_i
|
Thanks to my pink notebook, here are some from last summer when I was on the train from Montreal to Toronto, having been too anxious to sleep the night before (I was having these tiny micro-dreams and then writing about them): -Brains. Getting "the old China back." "Diffusor rods." -not all crimes can logically be done with a needle and thread -chess variation: bishops can either go straight OR diagonal, but only two spaces at a time -The city of Merab is the hottest city. -Library reserves are for those who've taken out a book for so long, it's become their own. And something to do with old film-reel-like tape. -Officials at a military academy aren't sure whether a young woman is being buries or promoted, so two of them circle around each other - one in funeral clothes, the other in a celebratory uniform. Same notebook, Jul. 13: -Anxiety is a provincial rather than federal jurisdiction. (but of course)
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210606
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e_o_i
|
*buried, not buries. Note to self: verb tenses exist.
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210606
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e_o_i
|
"How come there's nobody from India in there?" (Context is that when I woke up, my eyes fell on the book Crazy Rich Asians; answer to my question is that it takes place in Singapore - most of the characters have a Chinese background, but some are Malay and Thai.)
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210609
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nr
|
the phrase "skeptical master of the stairs"
|
210618
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e_o_i
|
I keep telling people I'm from Montreal and not Dorval because everyone from out of town associates the name "Dorval" with the concentration camp. (Meanwhile, in Munich: "Oh, you're from Dachau? I thought that was just an airport.")
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210701
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e_o_i
|
By way of explanation: the_polytechnique_effect
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210701
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e_o_i
|
This morning: Augh, the neighbours are running their noise machine over the grass again. (noise machine = lawn mower)
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210702
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e_o_i
|
As I woke up: "There was a pale instinct of him shopping"
|
210705
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raze
|
i love that! a pale instinct of him shopping. sleeping and half-asleep brains are so endlessly inventive. my latest was, "that's how it is in deutschland: the door is always in the courtyard."
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210714
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e_o_i
|
This morning: "Flowers are nice because they're easy to describe." I'm not sure how to parse my last one, though: was there a pale instinct that he was shopping? or was his pale instinct shopping? Anyway, the door sentence I feel compelled to translate: So ist das in Deutschland: Die Tür ist immer im Hof. (Okay, I used Google Translate.)
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210715
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raze
|
"carriage was great. salvation was for you." it was written text in a split-second half-dream. once_again, i have no idea what it means. (and belated thanks for the translation!)
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210731
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e_o_i
|
When I woke up early: the image of a lifeguard looking away for a moment and then seeing that everyone on the beach (though not those in the water) have all fallen asleep. It's a "Where's Waldo"-style illustration. Real life inspiration: probably Wednesday at the cottage, when I was scared about seeing my dad asleep after swimming in the lake. The context is this: he gets cold now after swimming, so he wrapped himself in a blanket on the couch, and then fell asleep. Mom was heating supper, and she said to let him sleep, she'd wake him when his food was ready, but all the while I was anxious, wondering if he was in a coma or something - at the same time knowing that this fear was most likely irrational, that it was just part of my heightened anxiety at certain things, so it wouldn't be nice just to wake him up so he could confirm (probably grumpily) his good health. (I didn't wake him before Mom did and he was fine.)
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210814
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|
e_o_i corrects
|
"everyone has" not "everyone have" Geez, I teach people these things.
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210814
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unhinged
|
it is too damn hot i need to renew my id
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210814
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raze
|
i think i'm dead. it's been 1:24 in the morning for a very long time now. i don't think any minute has ever lasted as long as this one. maybe this is what happens when you die. maybe all the clocks in the world stop moving as a show of respect. maybe time itself grieves for you. red digital numbers weep for you. the arms of analog clocks bow their heads. or maybe that's not it at all. maybe time ceases movement as soon as you do and you're frozen in a single moment forever. everything about you stays the same except for this tight feeling in your throat, this sensation that isn't quite choking, this realization that you can't breathe followed by the understanding that you no longer need to, but everything else stops, when you know it's you who's stopped. you become a prisoner to the dark stillness of your own life. the dead experience death on a different level than the living. of course they do. everyone else gets the rest of their lives, and you get one eternal minute. ::: the time changes to 1:25 ::: oh. i guess i'm not dead then. ::: falls back asleep :::
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210828
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raze
|
these days, we hit up a gas station with our poor snog because... (because? because why? don't leave me hanging like that, man.)
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210831
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raze
|
on the other hand, that's what fails to ignite any passion in me: liquids pouring out of the reconstruction. (i don't know what it means, but i think i do. kind of.)
|
210902
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raze
|
we've got to be all that and more. we can't just be a four-hour expert in an interesting subject.
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210906
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raze
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this doesn't make sense when i come home: lime of chants if you don't need me (and then it broke off before i could learn what the consequences were of a lime of chants not needing me.)
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210907
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raze
|
red fish blue fish me fish you fish
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210908
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nr
|
"i don't know; there was some technological reason behind it"
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210910
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nr
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her: "do you know who Kay is?" me: "no" her: "someone who's standing." ...clears things right up.
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210910
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nr
|
"nausea will keep you away from president Clinton," he said. good to know.
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210910
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raze
|
that has to be a three-pronged plug, and you can't be friends anymore: it doesn't fit the shoe. (that's right. watch out for three-pronged plugs that aren't footwear-friendly. they're bad omens.)
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210912
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tender square
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"white is the color of receiving"
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210912
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raze
|
the short story and execution of writer x (because now my half_asleep brain thinks in terms of titles for nonexistent books, apparently)
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210913
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e_o_i
|
"From yotz to plotz" is a Yiddish expression meaning "from front to back" or, metaphorically, all the way through. Few will admit that "yotz" means penis and "plotz" means buttocks (it's something else, but anyway).
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210914
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tender square
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"bees are different than wasps"
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210915
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tender square
|
(and i shit you not, a bee just landed on my computer screen and chilled there for a minute, which has never happened before.)
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210915
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raze
|
candelabra is not beheaded. (or was it "bee-headed"? i'm not sure.)
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210916
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nr
|
a close-up of my sessions. Corona for everyone!
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210916
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raze
|
cool dill is dizzy and chill. (followed by:) i have very not cared.
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210921
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nr
|
that was the string of the nostalgias, though.
|
210921
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raze
|
many happy days we clasped together.
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210924
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nr
|
that’s just a coronated system.
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210924
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raze
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"curtain theft" has always meant we're okay, but now it's about being left and eaten.
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210925
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raze
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milk from the root.
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210926
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raze
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a brief exchange: "how did people get back?" "easily. if they've got a role to play, they're chipping away at it."
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210927
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raze
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how maroon the liminal moon.
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210928
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nr
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they conceived a bar called Lady Burp
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210928
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nr
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sometimes my half-asleep thoughts contain gibberish or just words i don't recognize. how is it that my half-subconscious knows more languages than i do while fully conscious?
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210928
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raze
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honest, felix ... he'll applaud thee someday.
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210929
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nr
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my brain produced a slew of them today. a sample: you're a tight blue jean drama the beautiful, amoeba-producing soul of a man or woman "i was wrestling from the other side of the orange" and then a bit later "i came out, and new thumbs," both said by a man with a sort of british-australian accent i can be more catatonic with her is it going to be pure backwinds at 5? like, what the transition of ordinary meaning is... for you
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210930
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tender square
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well, more like post-meditative thoughts in my silent sitting. a random voice yelled, “this is your theme! your *theme*! *your* theme!” what theme they were referring to, and so emphatically at that, i haven’t the slightest.
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211001
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e_o_i
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In the metro today, more of a tired thought than a half-asleep one, but this sentence popped in my head, "Write what you want and die happy." It's probably riffing off of some other popular phrase - what, I don't know. And is it that I won't mind dying if I've written what I want? Or are the two separate.
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211002
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raze
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when that searing jet turned to nothing damn new carbon sponge and later: what songs are still edible? after all, to eat in the bun is to hold tight. (and e_o_i: i think your brain was riffing on the henry miller quote "paint as you like and die happy", which i only know of because deep-voiced steven once borrowed it for the title of a song)
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211003
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raze
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we talk about our next lives, unconcerned with the memories of standing.
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211005
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tender square
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(wow, that one is lovely)
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211005
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raze
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my half-asleep brain thanks you. the most recent bit of half-asleep weirdness: well, when i started out, there was no musician quiet range. we moved through the straw.
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211006
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nr
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composers or composters
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211006
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raze
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every dream didn't fail, because every dream was another subject, another interrogation, another you.
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211007
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raze
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old river is old. (obvious statement is obvious.)
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211009
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raze
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fxk cbs (*someone* isn't a fan of a certain american television network.)
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211010
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raze
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shit. that was supposed to go on the "captcha" blathe. to make up for it, here's my half-asleep thought of the day: naked at the pinery. i can't stand still.
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211010
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raze
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two this time: all angels. i didn't know building invented a wasp. i'll agree to disagree. i'll shut out my ear.
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211011
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nr
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jealous of neighbours' obvious work riot to the construction (hmm, i can kind of guess the idea behind this, maybe)
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211011
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nr
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there has to be an element of fluff. come on, now! (the "come on, now" was said in a kind of motivational tone by tiffany haddish or someone who kind of sounded like her.)
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211011
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raze
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in this, his fifth tributary, no standing still. (again with the inability or unwillingness to remain in a stationary position. what's that all about, brain?)
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211012
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raze
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(and you have the best half-asleep thoughts, nr. there must always be an element of fluff. always!)
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211012
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raze
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"after the match, we thought john was fine. but we found out he sprained a polio, and the sink stood there startled, not knowing what to think." (this was said by a tennis coach. that poor sink. i_mean, can you imagine the confusion?)
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211013
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raze
|
it is important that the bird develop its own post-traumatic shame routines. (this nature documentary took a weird turn, didn't it?)
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211014
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nr
|
thanks raze. and i gotta say, yours could give mine a run for their money (hmm, absurd half-conscious thoughts contest? what would be the prize?). i like to read this page when i need a pick-me-up, and pretty sure i want to start saying "i have very not cared."
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211014
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nr
|
guy with french accent: "did you do ze hotdogs? ... you didn't do ze hotdogs?!" me: "i didn't remember much about the hotdogs."
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211014
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nr
|
like the pixel is pixie is royalty all day here
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211014
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raze
|
the tie-weighted path (if we wait). (one idea for a prize: a handsome hardcover book packed with all the best half-asleep thoughts, complete with probing commentary from the most random former celebrities possible, recorded as they're about to drift into sleep for maximum effectiveness. josh saviano could discuss the logistics of opening a bar called "lady burp", while the forgotten pussycat doll could untangle all the differences between bees and wasps.)
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211015
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raze
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butterflies turn their backs to the wind, weathered by the storm. it's the first terrible place the planet has been today.
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211016
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nr
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i just woke up at a different time with it, with different amounts of places.
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211016
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raze
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well, the women's rights called "location", they want their money back. (i think this one needed a little more time in the oven, but that's how it came out)
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211017
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nr
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pilot pipe dreams. and if you won't be a pilot... leave me alone. (a lot of the voices in my half-asleep brain lately seem kind of annoyed...)
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211017
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raze
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so you can make the candy store attempt to run. (running here is meant in the literal sense, and not the "operating a business" sense. hey, candy stores have legs too, man.)
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211018
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e_o_i
|
My two favourite things: syntax and phonology Look! It's chocolate-covered chocolate!
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211018
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raze
|
you know, i've eaten a lot of prison true.
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211019
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raze
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the triple's raw.
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211020
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nr
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under a heading called Fireworks: “leo became leo to fight fireworks.” leo the person? leo the zodiac sign? we’ll never know.
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211020
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nr
|
rooted in bohemian achievements
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211020
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raze
|
i think you better sit concord those words
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211021
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raze
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i've got a thempf for your question: we need exaggerated space. (i guess a "thempf" is a kind of riposte?)
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211022
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|
raze
|
so far away from the wind, my birth talked to the town. (there was more to this one. i could feel it. i wish it had stretched out just a little longer, but my brain shook itself out of near-sleep too soon to complete the thought.)
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211023
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raze
|
if this ever comes out on dr. phil's show, old leo and his lice man are gonna have a field day.
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211024
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nr
|
fold bassy homes (bass said like the fish)
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211024
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raze
|
valerie is viewed as a weird sex interpreter. (i wonder how much the position of "weird sex interpreter" pays, and what the job duties are)
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211025
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tender_square
|
supernova hudson (i thought, "that sounds like a name a celebrity would give their baby." i googled it and there's literally a song called "supernova" by mr. hudson featuring kanye west from 2009 that i've never heard in my life—it's meh.)
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211026
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raze
|
2020. so charles was ten. and you don't know what you're going to call the baby when it comes.
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211027
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raze
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birds are more than just fair-feathered friends.
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211028
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raze
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i have stolen three people underwear ideas. (i need to expand my half-asleep ideas of what constitutes appropriate theft.)
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211029
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nr
|
a forest with two in mind to keep
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211029
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raze
|
this is a story i told once, but the bad toys kept coming. they were like straw for a child to bump into.
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211030
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raze
|
small manifest duck.
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211031
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nr
|
continue if you've never had a defect. "your nails!" (said in an urgent whisper that briefly woke me up fully) it's, like, perfect lime. i'm mentally peacock.
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211031
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raze
|
sunset growl.
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211101
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raze
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true friends: tiger salad.
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211102
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raze
|
a lot of medicine scores don't matter.
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211103
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e_o_i
|
There's an Australian dog called "do not slap" and I can't tell whether that's sad or endearing. The nerdiest name is Obadiah Bridgebottom.
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211103
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raze
|
sun yet orange but never looks my way.
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211104
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raze
|
we offer advice to mark the human spreadsheet forever and ever.
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211105
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raze
|
pleeg rake. (apparently "pleeg" is dutch for "foster"? not that i know any dutch. i seem to know more words in foreign languages when i'm not awake.)
|
211106
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nr
|
before no, just so i’ll touch crescent
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211106
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nr
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that's where i cleaned tutu sharp in one ear. (not sure why my half-asleep brain keeps referencing tutus)
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211106
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nr
|
(though i suppose tutu in this case is actually a sentient being with an unfortunately dirty ear)
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211106
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raze
|
fetal on time.
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211107
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raze
|
a whole pile of them from last night and this morning: balloon fart. i'm bleeding. that's painful. latest case of "home alone" with weltons. why eat chinese food from home a little after three? because time sucks. okay, i think i'm dead. i'm stunned too. let's eat. they weren't there. you let a peacock door drift in the air and then decompose. no, i still walk through the dust. appear me. i should have made that hydraulic twister. she began to browcut over the project. his new song: "the partisan club".
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211108
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raze
|
you have a delighted call from a burglar. i have stolen a moment of your time. saturday. saturday is my new horoscope day. the muscles are lost to the sandcastle. "for my eyes." my eyes were requiring the sea to return. babies make mucus and will be collected.
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211109
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tender_square
|
data continuum (i finally remembered one!)
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211109
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raze
|
yeah, sieve is a dark hallway.
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211110
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raze
|
i'll pull down the stars.
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211111
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nr
|
former dig ditto cancel culture is for sure a fruit box. i can pull down my OWN pants, especially in the summer. (uh… whose pants am i pulling down in the other seasons, and who’s pulling down mine?)
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211111
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nr
|
i Iike that one, raze. pure half-conscious poetry.
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211111
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raze
|
why thank you. :) i always like it when something rolls out of one of our half-asleep brains that sounds like it's fallen out of a poem we haven't read (or written) yet.
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211111
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raze
|
you definitely have to politicize the air when ben stoatson talks. i could never use the pain others bring. i couldn't do with anyone else.
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211112
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nr
|
this year, they have years called loosie-doosies. world-famous drunk sausage
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211112
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raze
|
makes me hammer. now it's a crime?
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211113
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raze
|
charlie executes the two. fidel readies his fist. daulbather. (don't ask me what "daulbather" means. i couldn't tell you. but the spelling was very clear. maybe it's a mangled play on "dual blather"?)
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211114
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nr
|
expertly tacos of that behaviour
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211114
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nr
|
you, with a funky finger, walked me home all by yourself
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211114
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raze
|
i need who you are.
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211115
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nr
|
the win. is the costume. for wednesday. the win. is the costume. for wednesday. (said like this, twice in a row, like it was something i was supposed to memorize)
|
211115
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nr
|
(i am playing a rec team sport every wednesday now, and a win would be nice, and i guess our "costume" is us all wearing the same colour shirt... um... that's all i've got.)
|
211115
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raze
|
a snappy little federation that stinks out my time.
|
211116
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|
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raze
|
i'm just gonna quietly slip that into my neck so i can save it.
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211117
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raze
|
you taste like sandals and soft skin.
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211118
|
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raze
|
six months. white places lost on you. raisin magic, twice. and his nucleus i might as well be again.
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211119
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raze
|
i have forgiven the flowers.
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211120
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raze
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what little energy that remains is there to protect you from yourself.
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211121
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|
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|
nr
|
ooh, that one is profound.
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211121
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nr
|
let one return and direct the purse over you. sorry, they're trying to run the culture.
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211121
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raze
|
i wanted to have this happen. i wanted to have this fight.
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211122
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raze
|
breastplate backplate.
|
211123
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nr
|
there's nuclear... hot coverage control. we dribbled warm wishes. i think, uh... danny is NOT nerdy. also... try being bearded. thank you, kind sir. i think i've lost the will to live. i wish we could, like, hide who she is.
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211123
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raze
|
it's not your foot.
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211124
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nr
|
is justin hunt on the phone? that's gross. (i don't know anyone named justin hunt.) HAPPY BIRTHDAY HADITONWINGSAGAIN (this was written out in my brain all in caps. i also don't know anyone named haditonwingsagain.)
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211124
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e_o_i
|
Maybe Socrates wasn’t real, but it’s clear Plato had a high voice and Socrates a low one. A very low one. Any actor playing Socrates has to take this into account. Vending machines can tell us the difference between science and social science. I just don’t remember how.
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211124
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raze
|
admit it: we didn't get the chicken sample.
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211125
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nr
|
non-regular regular
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211125
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nr
|
“why would you do that to me?” “it’s a third-wheel treat!”
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211125
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raze
|
end it with a side sneak.
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211126
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nr
|
i looked into the clouds and saw myself. i was curious, before you started finishing... (i'm curious what i was curious about, but this thought trailed off) Be Nothing Day
|
211126
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raze
|
a train whistle is daily slinged with filth. (shoulda been "slung", but i'll give my half-asleep brain a pass for its wonky grammar this time)
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211127
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nr
|
my half-conscious brain was a chatterbox today. a few samples: it's a mix of swirl, bit, index, text. talk to the towns. i've flown before, and i get all this sense overlap. i have a confusion to make. (i like this one.) he's not an ingredient/gradient. (the first word kind of changed into the second) that was a whirlwind of pasta, though.
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211127
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raze
|
a fey tip. clarity kicks ambition. and this bit of dialogue: "forgive most americans for me." (said by a middle-aged woman with a european accent. she sounded pretty cynical.) "forgive most americans?" (said by a baffled, unaccented male voice.)
|
211128
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nr
|
you and i are going out to celebrate a bagel.
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211128
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raze
|
we wake up as the dreams we are.
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211129
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raze
|
i've got the same dark colour in my eyes as you have on marriage.
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211130
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nr
|
yeah... i'll go to the P to buy some more shoes for the restaurant. (it wasn't determined what the P was, other than somewhere that sells restaurant shoes.)
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211130
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|
raze
|
nuclear fusion fear.
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211201
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raze
|
i hold my hands in my shame. bell lives in a radio cartilage little man. words that sound like other sounds or seem like other seems. hanging out half my head instead of complex wavy wavy wave. we should be sitting here talking. it's the brand new morning, and we are layered in triplicate.
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211202
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tender_square
|
the thoughts from these seven gives blindness. covered in a sea of pearls. (both of these images relate to book of essays on alchemy i was reading before bed.)
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211202
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raze
|
a different breed of powerless pigeon.
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211203
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nr
|
"i love you crystals bought it," said by a woman with a british accent. (lady, you have a nice accent, but i have no idea what you mean)
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211203
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raze
|
and my dog would wake up. frigid tree sucks its own bias.
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211204
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raze
|
it's not spit takes like i thought it was.
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211205
|
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nr
|
pushing their donkey around and that's twoooo hundred cows of america. does it fight ice cream, or vancouver? (pronounced kind of like van-cover... van-clover?) you're colliding with mom, celine (or another similar name), and me on facebook.
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211205
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raze
|
out, damned spot treatment.
|
211206
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nr
|
i was going to ask you because it's also time to get to the myth behind the trapdoor. yeah, so in running shoes, publishing, and hercules... (this was an explanation that i really wish had finished) "banksinclown" instead of bandsintown
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211206
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raze
|
i always liked to think that i imagined roses in the sky. now_i_know_why.
|
211207
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nr
|
more pay, better writers, and enhanced idiots?
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211207
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raze
|
power tiger.
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211208
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nr
|
one-two... one-two. more power to the book of one. (there were about infinity half-asleep thoughts in my head today that i didn't write down and just let flow into each other, but this one is to a tune. i still have it in my head, and wish i could write it out here somehow.)
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211208
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raze
|
toronto, the t shadow.
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211209
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raze
|
q: can you help what happens with the timeout squirrel pants? a: absolutely.
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211210
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nr
|
the electricity takes you gross.
|
211210
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raze
|
my favourite way to get to know somebody is to lie down and let them floor me.
|
211211
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e_o_i
|
(a few from my notebook - I sound like a religious mystic crossed with a computer) The bridge to God is about having better documents to get there I'm just curious about whether your friends exist - but don't say that, that sounds mean Book title: If Jesus Is Real, Why Don't My Socks Fit? I'm "action kitten" in this tagline system
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211211
|
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nr
|
so cute, and then the above came in.
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211211
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nr
|
also, e_o_i, those are great. the third one made me lol; i would read that book.
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211211
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raze
|
twenty-two yesterday, kid.
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211212
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nr
|
she was the case without a trumpet. you were plugged from the underdog's suspenders. let city dogs lie, let sleeping mollusks fly. i'd call it racism. i'd also call it very soon. excuse me for the nods and frazzles in getting back to you.
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211212
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raze
|
these are increments. these are highlights. without them, i'm just as winter as you are.
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211213
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raze
|
stick in a colour's lounge. a real chewing stability.
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211214
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e_o_i
|
(Heh, nr, thanks! As for "excuse me for the nods and frazzles in getting back to you"? I get that. I have too many nods and frazzles in getting back to people.)
|
211214
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raze
|
absolute stress can be dead in the mouth by a deer. in the name of love, licking up everything in the universe.
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211215
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raze
|
he reached to fill his hand with hers. there are times when i want kisses to caress him, but other times when i... historic brain raw. upset because there's an upset stoppage. garden sauce. a family reunion? fuck a family reunion.
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211216
|
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raze
|
pr boxn ("purr boxing"? is this something cats do when they're feeling happy and violent?)
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211217
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raze
|
goddamnit. it happened again. that was supposed to go on "captcha". i forgot to change the "word" field back after refreshing when the captcha timed out on me. here's an *actual* half-asleep thought: that didn't really have a firm life.
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211217
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nr
|
everyone was reading, no one was revolutionary.
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211217
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raze
|
she left me there in god's cocoon in miniature in magic moon
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211218
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nr
|
i just want a sandwich. prison con marcha (apparently “con marcha” means “with gear” in spanish)
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211218
|
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|
raze
|
the smell of my lingering nonexistent daughter.
|
211219
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nr
|
manifest the experiences okay, i'll calm down around 6.
|
211219
|
|
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|
kerry
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why do we forget our dreams?
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211219
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raze
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combo light switch waterfall.
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211220
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raze
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prickly inexplicably.
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211221
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nr
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maybe? you don't face amoeba and then ten-facing charges otherwise. i'm doing something on the computer with a different someone else for the next ten minutes. eventually, after my german radius firm is tackled.
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211221
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kerry
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isn’t it okay to be a vampire?
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211221
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raze
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nail is not on the head of every door. nail is what turns the mystified drain.
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211222
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raze
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you have baseball continuity.
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211223
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raze
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i wandered into a machine. trouble has heavenly made her already. i haven't needed that in a wire. i get paid to carry an extra heart inside me.
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211224
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kerry
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so much plaid. too much plaid.
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211224
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raze
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just to do that completely soullessly, and to be completely soulless when it came back.
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211225
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raze
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blend james in an indigo smile. let's swing in an intricate direction. i'll bring over some of his periodics. every day, that number wanted to talk. it was always telling me something different from what i felt.
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211226
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raze
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from a memory-knit baseball field. (again with the baseball theme. i wonder what that's about.) it doesn't even fit properly, though she doesn't take the rain that rhymes. bird more important than realized. beak a wild wind blur.
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211227
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raze
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healthy and her-severe when we don't fall. (that's meant to be some sort of strange, mangled riff on "persevere", i think)
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211228
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raze
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away from the safe blue glow of falling timber. don't have the strength to make the dead bear talk, but we have the emotional career of rubies. the danger gesture.
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211229
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raze
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scoot. throw in the nowee.
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211230
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e_o_i
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The word "ass" changed meaning from donkey to butt because it was "raised by the toxic great-grandchildren of speakers." "The Christmas birth rate hasn't changed for 128 years." Donald Trump wearing a Santa hat is saying this on TV. He looks grumpy.
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211230
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raze
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the good shall go unnoticed. well, now that all my playing is gone with the crowd, now what? we've got breaks in there for billy_joel and mushroom salad.
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211231
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nr
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oh my god, i just returned their mirror cube! that's so cute. (i think it was the mirror cube, whatever that is, that was cute.)
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211231
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raze
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thin, i'll have the side of the sheets buried. hamster budget.
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220101
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raze
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you can't give back a gnostic, no matter how holistic.
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220102
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raze
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your proof of purchase almost made me perspiration. horse spit documentary. i'll be a flag on the moon today. little girl acting like a boss i didn't run away from. giving myself teeth marks you haven't watched yet.
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220103
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raze
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is it sin or desire?
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220104
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nr
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do we really need a "bit" for our nephews? wild independent museum
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220104
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raze
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you have these fire-worldly eyes.
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220105
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e_o_i
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Awoke from a dream early in the morning, thought "I should put that on blatherskite_dreams" and then "what else did I write lately?" "I assured them Lia's family escaped being sent to Mordor..." "It's not as if they know her...Wait, 'Mordor'?" "Something about 'sad' except being bisexual makes romance funnier." "No, it wasn't the bisexual part, it was...books?" (falls asleep)
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220105
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raze
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i had a bunch of these leak out of my tired brain this morning when i was trying (and failing) to grab a little more sleep: zie perglish splur. (now, apparently this *means* something. sort of. "zie" is german for "see". according to the internet, "perglish" is "a social dialect joining the words english and persian, to describe the new way many persian-canadians are speaking their native language". and to "splur" is "to gush out in a sudden and forceful stream". so what sounds like gibberish translates to, "see perglish spurt." sounds like a children's book we won't be seeing anytime soon. we now return you to your regularly scheduled half-asleep thought haul.) who wants to sort out someone who backed up into them and made them hype? everybody gets to talk, which is nice, but that's what the show is for. banana peel salad. look for a cheap thrill for the lory terrier. superficially superb. the comfort of sally. your front part's attached. your second part isn't attached. then the actors didn't know any better, so i just turned away.
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220106
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nr
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someone, somewhere, has put a bustle on it. i'm not vegetables. and i didn't turn on you to stop the aging process.
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220106
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nr
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"stanley, you've been asked to be 'best old soul' in the Stanley trowess." (it doesn't seem trowess is a word, but congrats to old-soul stanley)
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220106
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e_o_i
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I'm a traveling bard with a candy-corn theme. Not in my lyrics, just my style.
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220106
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raze
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the least bisexual christmas card. they're all dressed up nice and clear. she's crying because it's the opposite of vaping; it's idiot crustification.
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220107
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raze
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put nine pounds on the line. i will now soap you all for a log. here's hoping she's okay and it was nothing — just a few feathers that lined this pad turned to mulch. gentlemen, you call an indian in the head an indian in the hand.
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220108
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raze
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joke: the spice of the world. she got what she wanted in a different way, and i didn't care. you don't have the keys, and you'll never rehearse on the road.
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220109
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nr
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i've got a shirt on; his name is death.
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220109
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raze
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it seems to me to be swelling outward. it's something that comes from a different place, that i'm used to. little drill bits of love. stretched down to five. attention: poolside romeo needed. fkwz. stutter on peace for a pop. 1, 2, 3, 4. the 3 gave me pause.
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220110
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raze
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rice on eggs. bin laden describes a way to get rid of excess books. who lives with a constant parody.
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220111
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nr
|
conscious of… catastrophe. i will erase your food. (this was said by a woman with an accent that was eastern european? maybe?)
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220111
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raze
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blown back onto the stark slope of what's holding you. he would swim through warm salami for me.
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220112
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raze
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i'm because of buns. it didn't quite reach peace either. the most celebrated of several fake internet names.
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220113
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raze
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red eyes the way we are the way i remember
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220114
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raze
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diarrhea of the soul.
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220115
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nr
|
i like communicating. i'm not in your eye, i guess.
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220115
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raze
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probably a binder of stuff. i'm drawn to the places that taste most like you. if it pleases the court, i'd like to find the darkness that lives in others, while ignoring the darkness that's alive in me.
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220116
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raze
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here is the irradical his as its own co. so you didn't throw away our ice cream ... or did you?
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220117
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raze
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she liked me exactly as i am. i wonder when she did. safety and safety and safety hammer.
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220118
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raze
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i am the sound of someone else's foot meeting something hard and unforgiving.
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220119
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nr
|
there are so many of them lately that it's overwhelming to write them down. this morning's were something about a tomato, something else about not knowing what i look like, and many others that may come back to me or be gone forever. the other morning, my half-asleep brain conceived of my old improv teacher (from back in 2009 or so) excitedly showing me the text on her new bicycle helmet. i don't remember what it said.
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220119
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raze
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wild giant flying ninja thing. a couple of thirty-threes.
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220120
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nr
|
they're just as delicious as they are. your parents are lying down, aren't they?
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220120
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raze
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you only have so much time.
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220121
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raze
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no wonder i spoke too soon. good luck with that. enjoy not speaking, not singing. what makes you think i could cut it out?
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220122
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raze
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that's very nice. i'll take back what i said.
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220123
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nr
|
delta-delta-six. i'm going to call you when the button is over.
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220123
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nr
|
also, while actually asleep, i dreamt that i had just had a half-asleep thought (whoaaaa, meta), simply the word "hadume." in the dream, i looked up the word on my phone to see if it was real. or i tried... every time i tried to type it, the word would change once i got to the last letter. sometimes it would just change to "hadumé," which apparently still wasn't close enough for it to be googlable. i told my brother about it, and he tried to type it on his phone too, but couldn't. we were both getting some kind of security message; apparently it was the name of a company was so secure it wouldn't even let you type the name into google. yet it was active on instagram. in the dream, i asked "how can you see their instagram if you can't even type out their name?"
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220123
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fully conscious thought
|
ugh, typos.
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220123
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raze
|
is it half a wife? i'm not even sure.
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220124
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nr
|
i'll just check it on your shoulder.
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220124
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raze
|
i am kissing the underside of your heart.
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220125
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e_o_i
|
"I'm living in the chorus"
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220125
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raze
|
in the jerk end, you have to say goodbye to me before i can lock the door.
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220126
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e_o_i
|
"For people who want it all, who are on a roll, there's Vedic English"
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220126
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raze
|
i want you to wake up on all thoughts of magical sunburn hats. a thicket of floofs.
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220127
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raze
|
makeshift? i agree. we're the only people alive who would notice a thing like that. for the figurines.
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220128
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raze
|
degrassi high-five! way to go! cheers. we boat most of the things people have said.
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220129
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kerry
|
what would it be like to be raised someone who works as a sports announcer
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220129
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raze
|
most of the things people have said: wheat boat. first of all, it cannot be overstated how tall ben shewala is. saw my picture today, and i think i'm pretty happy with it. avec poncho jacuzzi. walk over a casual sentence, and why would it be so irresistible?
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220130
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nr
|
you'd probably learn not to be strange if you heavily leaned on a wallet.
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220130
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raze
|
which collaborations, then? i'm on the one where i lick all the kleenex off of your face. still arguing about bitter beans with no conversation, in your dark. done here and about to get back in bed with you.
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220131
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raze
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i have nothing but the coats for this idiot. i don't see a thinking side. a lifelong musical drone. how are we so tall? each step takes us wilder from weirdness.
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220201
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e_o_i
|
Why powder blue but not powder grey? "This colour is under construction."
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220201
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nr
|
you were krystal's brother.
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220201
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raze
|
two sides of nothing.
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220202
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nr
|
ow... mouSTACHE. (rhythmically, with emphasis on the "stache") chamber box unite. (there were more of these, and would have been more coming up, that all sounded like some kind of spoken word poem, but then my superintendent banged on my door and rudely brought me to full consciousness.)
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220202
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raze
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pistachio-induced blindness. the hands that hide the head of god. another hour, another brat stumbles. a violent hand with a violet archer.
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220203
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raze
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mittens and maid stones. tow away sober. there's a weird balance between plastic and profundity. viscous sea breezes. (there was also something in here about crab cakes, but i forget it now.)
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220204
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raze
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cranberry cat. a vegetarian gardener. they bent the age back down into life. don't run into slugs and you'll be fine. be happy. that all could have died so easily. what will deceive you through the night. end of unafraid.
|
220205
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nr
|
voice 1: "sales inside." voice 2: "he just means it's sales of himself, inside."
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220205
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raze
|
one of us is angry. how many prayers do we have?
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220206
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raze
|
slow angle slanted. i will get you smiling. peaky.
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220207
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nr
|
there was a “twirl” message on the side of it, and so, i would start twirling!
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220207
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raze
|
i got my first white while kissed. i kissed it while high. so childishly that the action released its energy. pushy spirit and some points to be ignored. what i've said about what you've said. bright parade pickup. literature playing literature playing lit-ron. we see different kinds of static that can explain this. the plan to hold and be beholden to no one.
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220208
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raze
|
entry is earned, not granted freely.
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220209
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raze
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he has the plague, and the ceiling is too high to reach. i want one to wear your face. given that most so-called apple fritters don't actually contain any discernible traces of apple, it begs the question: who's frittin' who?
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220210
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nr
|
50? like you meet on the subway on them, so it's small cement? gifted with superhero
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220210
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raze
|
ooja orj. a hot dog is not a street corner. between the carpet and the stale wood floor. the eyeliner versus who cost me, though. with a center for a can stand.
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220211
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raze
|
sincerity is the magic mushroom.
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220212
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nr
|
never seen josh mcadams. (also have no idea who that is.) WHAT is that TOOTH? gotta put these perspectives back in the fridge! i'm not! i'm making myself some "agardo cama niña"! (said by my cousin. i don't speak spanish, and neither does she, as far as i know. but i looked up those words, and "agardo" isn't a word, but "agrado" is, and means "liking." and "cama niña" means "bed girl." so apparently my cousin said "i'm not! i'm making myself some liking bed girl!" he's just trying to put his baby in that big bag of fuck-you-ti-tube.
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220212
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raze
|
there are some weird things here. waving the flower flag. she's known that since she's participated in buying them.
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220213
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e_o_i
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(when waking up) "What kind of name is Marigold?"
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220213
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raze
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all i really know is that i am what i discover. skinny bar, grey fight. level are my game about you.
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220214
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raze
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could soar and unwrap itself with laughter's life choices. john seemed very tame as it gaped his holes and dried his gears. he thought he was spider-man. it happens to the best of us. for a thousand years, the kisses we share are not_enough. analaymand's song poem. it's with_you, but woooorse! twenty-one, six at all, ten.
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220215
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raze
|
have an alabama goodbye.
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220216
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tender_square
|
slip your poem to an insecure woman.
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220216
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raze
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small cannon opens the inside, lost of some small tunnel. rhonda, what a bolt dragon pussy. hortimer's faith in furs. we've got a dead soul here. and with a dead soul here, you're gonna be making public remarks. you're an asshole. our power remains in our words, in multiple bagel slingshots.
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220217
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raze
|
lip, or grind, or whatever she's doing. that was her magic, ladies and gentlemen. carrot sticks aplenty. adrift and betwixt two rifts.
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220218
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nr
|
she folded her dreams and had spliced the newspapers.
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220218
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raze
|
home runner hoe stirs it up. it's your *job*. you find him elemental, maybe you're not doing your job properly. he's dead. because when he plays, people don't get hurt. framing the musicians is a near-impossible task.
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220219
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raze
|
oh, plus when i'm with you. a sound of plagues and no ring defence. stand in front of the subway in summer grounds. a real simple holiday handjob. really heavy, heavy wedding.
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220220
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raze
|
what you got on at thirty-five? i'm up in my thinking. those hungry hills. in ten, we go into the hospital and you cry. those are the end strokes during that film in society. grabbed me and punched through the sky. blather is words. bunches and bunches of words. plus sex scenes, and living with laughter. keep trying. keep digging a hole. all the faith in the world won't flow.
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220221
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nr
|
she was asking something about being beautiful and was that a friend's friend.
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220221
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raze
|
winnowpede. one protein trades for its new smiles a holiday of wealth. boyfriend point design pure. since he's left the tennis life, they can kick back and lay down like bros. i'll be back with my full report of my blowful mouth.
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220222
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past
|
there's been an affinity bouncing in my mind for years, but this morning it clicked: baby poo smells like vanilla pudding.
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220223
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raze
|
basic combination: urge fins. when we've flecked, we touch every kissing. how is it a bilingual voice in the basement? she'll be back. 'cause everything that happens is too 'portant.
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220223
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e_o_i
|
While nodding off reading my phonetic textbook on the train: boy in a box if I die to death, remind me what a preposition was
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220223
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raze
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mother matches. you're taught well, and when your voice goes up, that's all that matters. fog rearin'. wooden spoon fandango. i've seen this afternoon before: a room flecked with white. you smell like leather aprons. the sun is gonna help my face today. but none of this is not new to me. he travelled a lot, breaking kick records. oh ... common myth is that it's math misconceptions.
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220224
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nr
|
i like that taylor swift's coming to cut you off.
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220224
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raze
|
go get your license. men love the feed of me.
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220225
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raze
|
cook the loopholes in my career. i am your pregnancy test scooore. you're not the only russian wisdom player in the world. even the down pound wasn't coming. i've gathered all the men not named ramon.
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220226
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nr
|
i won't be out of me and i won't threw a cash. packing a little different today. if i was talking to bob dylan, i probably wouldn't be like "fuck you, fuck you!" (this was said by an older, gravelly voiced man.) to the half-grow guy with, like, tuesdays around his head...
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220226
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raze
|
that's somebody who's taught not to know. you're trying to build animals with a force that can't be swayed.
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220227
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raze
|
olive mint strudel tongue. tuggle. a decambobulation. throughout art and romance, the crumbs of what was left on a thin paper plate. you can tell just by feeling them how fluffy and fresh they are. the problem is she has no recognition of the time. you are tremendous for allowing me to weave with you.
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220228
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raze
|
with a life tie. gone from the woman's kielbasa. the various naming principles of you. root-drunk root berries. in life, without a scar there's no ghost. rotation, rotation, rotation. fish slugs. james' resentful lightning.
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220301
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|
nr
|
do you have the real school and i have the fake school?
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220301
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raze
|
as the shrill joe rogan would say, "the cost should be its own parade of longing." hey, thanks. my mask isn't enough, but i cut aaron, and she licks my lips. i know what gods are, and that they must replace concrete. ...steadfast in its absence of hug-related news.
|
220302
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e_o_i
|
"gerund likes a gerund" in a sing-song taunt
|
220302
|
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raze
|
the trusty old allows for a generation. various minutes. whatever it is, her = meow. it isn't critical to be one of the world's best players at a time like this. on the other hand...
|
220303
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raze
|
red warm makes lights of red. i've got the last salmon of my street, but i'm trying to pick what the salmon is for you.
|
220304
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raze
|
i know flash eye just figures before the river bed. people hit that with their may weather, and i have a chunk with my frittata. the sun steers in the sky at the still-cross pair of glorious joys. i don't look like i'm *in* line, because there *isn't* a line. i was a cellist, and i want my eyes taken out. i have little inevitability when there's so little time to lean on. leave this to me, you miserable ignorants! the reason this kind of spell moves me is because of blather's proudest work. this great wedding paper she made ... pictures of him. sound waves carry continuous power badly. we'll stay strangers to each other. i know you know what i mean. (i think i just set a new record for how many of these random things toppled out of my brain in one night. holy crap.)
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220305
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|
raze
|
the altered state of being brand new brings you to me and me to you.
|
220306
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|
tender_square
|
an aggressive voice hollering, “put your face in it!”
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220307
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|
raze
|
anthony was the first to dress me. the air below him smelled like pillows.
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220307
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raze
|
you know what? i can only shout at the toast. he's got one of those continental faces. then she does her feet on her own. and she writes the feet out. because of course she has to. i can chew a rachael leigh cook and a half. there's a rather nuclear war in the prize.
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220308
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|
raze
|
you're a long-limbed cheerleader who's lived to see the brushes along the lore. the wind's going to cruise to forget us. it isn't even mine. it won't ever be seen by any eyes that aren't yours. i think i'll kill myself and eat it.
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220309
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raze
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that old man conned his own country. growing up thinking our parents are monsters, except we're deluded; they're delusional. sorry i wasn't more immaculate. but what i imagined, i could give. we can drink one photographic fratuity. yah mo be there with my second wife. i had the friendliest friends and sails and redneck roads you could ever think of. if the lady gimmick was arrogant over there...
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uncle enclave. stupid and demented and sad and holy in a non-communal. alex will never die. whispers clutched a kind of sound that soft disparity makes. and we love his personality, chewing up a panther to spit out. no, you're eighteen words away.
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shuttle forks. 4000 shuttle forks.
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this didn't happen, but i just wanted to let you know. the himalayan people bodies. somebody told me to toll me.
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the first was an unusal conversation: “let’s go out for tisco.” “isn’t that motor oil?” the second was a weird boast: “i haven’t been locked out for 10 years!”
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a floo flick. a floo flick. a floo flick. a floo flick. have you gone blathe-blading? i've never tried. two sides of the same circle. it's the size of the tank that matters, not how much is in it. erin's gold plate actually owned myself. well, this is only three step away. and rum, i wish i could have interrupted your accent.
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i told her what i don't want. i'm sorry i hear you anyway, hogging the outcome of our swamp. all of those talks and weirdness. the definition of it is a term that gives everything else its movement.
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220314
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what little lifts me up. he dunked his head in the demon. dust filling sebastian. such a service. malden's physical collapse. you can't stand feeling underdressed once you shatter your shoulder. i'm sorry, but i saw an episode of "dusty's", and i think there should be a new wave to engage in.
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the dog is hilarious. he pulls his pants down every time, even though he might not be my full father.
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220316
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many hands in the dishwasher i'm not sure why i'd want my bruise to say that.
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220316
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i snuggle to feel. crocks and grumbles. it takes a long time to make this dim light shine. a special message to the geese who, if they keep knockin' on the train scarin' all the other birds, are gonna get a talking-to. dark food for fury. a light night for banner action. your kitty's not normal; he brings you different things that have died. they're without his red legacy.
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ruby dart. scrutiny on the television. minnie driver's bellybutton. seventeen years for boren to get back into the wild. we've seen his gene. the fire that burns in me, i carry it around like a planet. if ideas and the internet don't come soon, he might want to do something else. i might ask for a little more because we drank it under the door. after all that, i decided maybe we're better off having a discussion.
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mrs. godfrey, do i put in salads? i wept that bit as i got insanely curious. if i can use this in another part of the house, it's dry.
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220319
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the hostility of not being born. the world is a gift, and he doesn't get it. potholes and dinosaur eggs. he mastered the troll. he has us believe.
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filament filings.
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what about the extra money? i won't allow it. possum. kitten don't think grey should be like that. the main colour age call them carson mcovens, and i call them dickery-do. i'm a biscuit of coercion. you'll make a good run. i'll give you five minutes.
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side of the sticky. go to the nuthouse! my uncle's earthquake on the thanasis. in waiting for you to understand what you're saying... probably had a second thematic crew for them. everybody's perfect for ten seconds a day. not using any name, and montreal — i think that's the solution. i take it to home.
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220323
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weakly hitting them until you're welcome. it's comic genius having a dog with us.
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a scratching ruther. kabob bombs. i'm the guy who let me down. diabetic pigeons held in place. the great canadian winter doesn't have a name, although it thinks it should. wait a little more and things will get a little longer. as you know, i fill up with that bridge in that noise. it kind of looks like billy from "crash", even though it's not. cutlery and chaos. trying to be your hair. now i slipped on some radio teeth. they're some of the worst people i've known. link, when we were going through a phase. one surprising ass to touch the bottom. for however long you're not beside me. that's the biggest squirrel i've ever been! maybe someone sat beneath the stars it held. let me use the rest of me and prepare to see the interlocked dreams. my website is kind of flooded right now (bagels do it better). you're gonna be near this in months. are you sure you wanna do it now? when you get to the train where ghosts don't matter. my insecurities didn't help at all. i just start staring at the roof and doing backflips.
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220324
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(all of those were from last night and this morning, before, after, and between pockets of sleep. i don't even know where they all came from.)
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it gave me expansiveness. it gave me rubying.
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A smaller version of the dog is darker brown, because more condensed.
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(that was supposed to be)
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220324
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my brother's cooking some nuts! you know, "rust-coloured underwear with pants" love. sometimes, when i'm in the drink, i'll look so i can come up with a revolution. if we got some sleep, at one point, would the walls turn orange and start dancing?
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220325
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pride in the potential. he was as soon as i walked into work today. i'm not planning on jumpers again. apollo shouting, "no, no, no!" three plants should rise on the holt of my intuit. the turning clouded legs. why put it a second way in the blunt towards coal? there's supposed to be no skin on her face. no buzzes or anything. there's no point in helping.
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the memory of modern science. goodbye bad high. even once in wind, though. the mustard of hand theft. sometimes i hid myself in gold watches to protect the history of them while hiding. hey, i don't pay the rent, so i don't know. i buried myself in the most adjacent part of me. the guy's walking. he's hunting. your heart is in your name, minus one letter. how many queen freaks had to degenerate? i'll continue to line the fibre inside your body. the queening lip. okay, so she'll miss you, but she won't be devastated. the faded fricative: almost.
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220327
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from this morning's sleepy plane ride: would burning the roof help? know the beast; am better! adam pally is definitely not mean. ask your brown church. i think he's mental. he's mental. what you are: what you're not is what you are. you should go to school for that practice. i've taken up writing again this year. i've written... things that don't have a period. what ACTUAL bus are you taking?
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220327
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tender_square
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a man’s voice shouted “you will not take my eyes!”
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220328
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our love is a tensile match in the sun. the wind-drops of the trees were farther than my eyes. less skin to butter, more time to burn. when he calls, you're a mole crust. jackknife can spend what it doesn't win from the rim. he spends the next fifty-two minutes, at least, talking about how people aren't grounded. if god hadn't broken the rain, we'd still be here.
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220328
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kat drysta. recorded on the food, or the fool. kuna fordiana. the gun visit salsa. just like now, his neck is on fire. you still bring soot, and soot brings eyes to the back of when you came. now he's here. now he's not here. they won't call the police.
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220329
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tell me you're so good to me. getting upset is a time indeed. something women's outright stairs retroactive. next thing you know, he had the pillow-maker's son. held together with glue and good repair. lightning strikes again at the heart of my hardened hearth, or the tip of my hardened heart. i will miss the sexual piece of literature that made me mine. begins to join you then, and the town has no heaven. it keeps my love alive and holds me here because i can't drive. i'm sorry the nba didn't do a better job of clotheslining brown all the dirty players.
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220330
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i overheard a conversation between two middle-aged women: "you think you are only worthy of absolute love when god is in the picture. i think you get a kick out of living this way." "i hate living this way."
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she holds me with the typical reverence, and it feels like a gift. i was gonna get you some of the cookies and these, in addition to the caramels. they all want it loud and their drums turned up all the way. two, three, binding point. i don't know what to do. an expert linguine. maybe matty carried his lips to the pulse of a pulpit he never understood. santa barbara magician. love all my baby boys, the first of which is valour. sing like a church mice. only you could craft an epic poem out of loveflowers and wasted amulets. unfit paste from above. calculated, tunnelated ... are you sure? twenty-five percent of whatever the full number is comes out to seventeen exactly. if you don't hear anything in the morning, it's only because of the splash. somehow, the broken bones of an ancient elastic band. and we all stained patty too-good.
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220331
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that's when that stuff was located. i asked him, i said, "don't ever cancel." somewhere near a tangent. brought the whole house down, and then blow up right. one man's decision to take a trip down to mardi gras with ra: scenes of death. i don't think he wants to, and he already did.
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220401
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a very few sniffs and wobbles. 4-0: emma's pre-sleep coercion. it_is_what_it_is, and it comes with tin prick. (it's not square.) maybe the maelstrom sat up. i'm with me here. the desire you give when we created the move. a scolding project.
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220402
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scandinavia's great itch to bring us home. there was this voice visitation from another room. evil lost divorce letter from derry. she is dying. value_village speaks to me. opaque as object. object as stone. your dark arms did hurt the service. termites you can taste.
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220403
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tears are fresh because i'll look at it. with femur movements. a great house with a smile that apparently doesn't have to be there. after all you've gone through, is there anything that's here that's gone right? it was daddy marks that made this hollow game late. the heart in someday skull. boom. sun don't die. and james hull in ratio. every time i look at them, i think, "oh boy. how we gonna game-plan?" retrieving that german from your pocket was an athoughtical position. the letters stand for "celebratory universal highway cake". we like to crow just because it reiterates the old stuff. i carry that joy in my pocket just because. i think this hope in the bottom of my mind and use it. it could be moved to be just as close to the top. what the fuck? all question. you think he's a question in his own mind while he climbs the ruins. my main character's desperation to fit in and be the real me. the needle twitches and my vu meter almost overloads. no mind. i thank you, good burr. black track alabama. she looked at the hunter, appreciating the food, and then she walked away.
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220404
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"elle button" by elle brutton is a good source of information. i'm a reluctant tennis ball. jimmy said, "no." goce said, "i'll agree." q: how do you dance like that? a: i couldn't. now it would have to be freestyle. i aimed when i swore.
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220405
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adam brundle today. it felt like it was a reflection. said with a heavy italian accent: "the process has made the life more difficult whenever i shut my eyes." it never really happened, but now it's really hot. she insists she's there to breathe again. thank you for your years of service, showing up even when there's nothing on the line. why do i hear big name in my head? here his progress has been his student for thirty years.
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220406
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you can't get born on your own. and yet you think you live alone. i need you to judge me, or your eyes are worthless. get a damn phone and connect with your dad back home. and still, you do not want to do this to the children of senators. we just as carefully ate one complex being. and then i changed my linear orbit. what you're doing here has roots — talking to people like they're important to you. it started feeling good again. patients hate him, and he didn't have a body to dream in. raise it up. raise your body up from the dead. intimates in atlanta. but people ... people choose you — people clever enough to *be* you. images of someone i longed for but never loved. hover them with hodgepodge and toxic booths. it doesn't matter that she has seventeen and the other team has sixteen.
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220407
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it's bicycle to do it. can you keep covering that, actually? i really want him, and the red beam, and your stupid sales. i never met a monk who's tattooed like a man before. oh my god, i'm trying to save some. twenty? magnets are, for the most part, friendly. and i'm happy it was ten after. the dog said... yolk secs are credit companies. oh. i'm talking to the dream, or myself, or no one in particular. how to say "poo" in ten different languages. it's snug, but not uncomfortable. some sit promised, filled with sand and born to grieve. i filled my daughter with the mouth of my river water.
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220408
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and i think the bloated symbiosis of a tree. there's a bird sitting at the center of my lie. the sun is a rare crystal that lets you see the lovely earth every day. they had a hit with "no you before you will", a legendary slice of... you've had the time to write about anything at all, and this is what you've chosen. he doesn't want to pay anything. he wants to send you two more medical gift certificates and a box of socks. first i kneel in some thoughts to think of you.
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220409
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not tainted by consumer heritage. just take his own advice: don't go anywhere i wouldn't go. diving and diving it like they can't name their heart. we both have time to get out of the car facing the stairs. eric robertson is doing his best for maybe under five hundred and twenty-nine million. he doesn't show their worth by leaving. they brain leaves are something. you've got a full house and a whole budget, and you won't use it. karma will be upset about time. let time get them leg monsters. he had the knife in through your nose to your throat. i dig i'm white. sorry again, pookie. you let them drown, and they were never even really here.
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220410
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diss bag a bowl full of you. it's a hedge ballet. faith in the colander. the book is god's way of documenting biblical anomalies. it sucks to be with me. the pepper comes out easier than anticipated. everybody bangs. you want it crackle? even the position of your gait permanently alters your smile. any blathe that closes with "ballerina" is something special. brighter by the deepest hour. i asked him to move something for me. he said sure, but only if the rain moved it for him.
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220411
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i am tiny. tiny brick over. you probably are what you pretend to be on the internet. for air that was cooler, i jammed my fingers between his ears and blew. ...says someone who sometimes doesn't get dressed and shoots nut-like from a cannon into the pit of today. and rebecca, my true friend, acts like i mean more to her than any boy she knows. if she keeps it up, she deserves a soul-munching wench, or whatever dangerous bird comes her way. don't cover the window; shower our windows with love.
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220412
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i guess i'm coming across our magical sunset, wanting to curl around the curves. you'll be taught and voiced that you decided to lime them. but you didn't. arriving too weight. and don't drink anything of it. i seem me, and you seem bored. on monday, at 4:30 ... 7:30 ... i'm not sure yet. the microbe becomes a path. i'm really happy for you. i just feel awkward. he works it up to his desolation yummy. please make it fit somehow. that's it. two-thirds in virginia. the low slap with the post-step. chrysalopolis. if he dies right now. sugar georgeson. love and heaven remain on fame's family return. all that hour goes down the toilet. there's a character who's got about minus blue. a white blown blur.
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220413
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no extra applesauce. i kneeled to kiss the carriage. i'm thrilled that you're reminiscent. become millennia, and we're dancing. five hundred pounds? still not good enough. longshots. bad shots. he has to stop being an asshole if he ever wants to win. it doesn't matter what you do. the clothes won't make it true. hence, there came a marksman. both savage and distressing milestones.
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220414
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so, we met. the gaping gas light my mother gathered me. fair dialled to a late soil. sing snudgely while it corners me. it'll take a quarter to build three squirrels who live in a space where light is scarce. nick coop meniscus. you can't tell me with a linear elbow. what kind of thing is that to say? i think it's worth it to spend the five or ten or fifteen bucks to do it, because next time... someone like the idiot twin. you just made me fuckin' happy. they had a lot more time to rehearse, and of course they stole our routine. it's not the sort of shell i'm going to allow myself to allay. i was a fascist wonder to make you warm again. you think they need tube for the next basketball? you're the one user cpsu recognizes. the three stages or stances of a bear.
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220415
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i've had quite a few recently but haven't been awake enough to record them. the other day, though, someone in my half-asleep brain said "never. a real. reason. is needed." that was pretty fitting.
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220415
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a lot of my half_asleep_thoughts are actually auditory_hallucinations
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220415
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raze
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two rules to blog you. that's me in a curtain mood. trying to be silent partner to your own prevailing secret. we gathered our nuts... hippo campus. i was thinking about bringing morning breathing, but i would be breathing the gift of a spoon. choose two empty cases. lose a partner and a wedding. that's pretty proud of you, to be jealous of a peanut. a game where you're looking at me for extra points. this move makes it up. i had to talk to you last night. i know you are, but e_o_i?
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220416
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i seem to remember them just talking in the freezer.
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220416
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why take the time to say, "the hole is missing," when the whole point of it is that it's an insult? i don't know if i'll make it to the next bus. probably not, if we make it to the third one. i used to be reliable. now i'm not, i guess. it was a way to improve, because that's what i wanted. oh branchions, oh branchions, what sugarcoated shit we're on (sung to the melody of "o tannenbaum"). it's getting worse and worse and worse. then he grabbed an arm off my glow today. there's a lot more behind him than most people see (i think), though she spends some time wondering if it's all the same. most of the rest of the night was the angle when that thread was there. i gotta do breath down later, too. she's the focus on small. lightbulb, light, and rock.
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220417
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could you, or can't you? roast beef without you. he's got a mixed appointment. is that the lawyer? we'll never be boring — like tootsie rolls. now he's starting to think like a twenty-minute surgery. a reset with a tongue and a walk i never wanted. in equanimity.
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(from notepad beside my bed, over a few weeks) The theme audience is food. Trying to suffer at the expense of others. For her, a rebel yell, that's the album. A dark "L". Gollum has finished the chat across the playroom and will end it empty. Live my name. If it's 3:30 to something. Penny never said she was bi...? Not "Latin X" like Tocharian B. Ah, paradise (in a dismissive tone). "I want to see another interpretation of that" he writes under the name of talmudist_[cop]. Meanwhile, in communist Croatia... In my cousin's voice: "There really isn't a peanut-butter haggis."
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i'm the billy beast, or a baby television promoter. and if he keeps contacting me, i'll say, "excuse me, son. would you like to wait?" and then i'll wait outside. how i could not loom across the board and light up alabama. either way, it's difficult to say. but don't say each and every one. eddie rang today. said we can't be together. everybody has a cock. we found the decision zone. it's like a funnier version of the bible. taxing to avoid slide spine.
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220419
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"you don't take up my baby after all your ears," sung '80s-power-ballad style by a woman who kind of sounded like marie fredriksson from roxette, but a bit whinier the coffeeest shop (the shop that was the most coffee)
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220419
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she must be the busiest squirrel on blather. two chirps, and that's all you get. it wouldn't be fair, given all that you do. and then call me. i don't like to come to england. it feels the geese. this horrible face is on me. you expected them to fall apart, but they didn't do that. it dissolves in clay. north carolina solstice. perhaps it was matt l.c. in december. which one is cloaked, sir? and is eight dollars enough so you can...? the pepper trail. covered with mouldy day appliances. what's that guy's name? it's only a tail that's tied in with looking at this. a lot of head problems. i can't stand that moral. that sweet justin. if i can't hoard a hoard, i'll make my own. his loon was too calm to be president.
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come_on. let's get rid of that body. we're drivin' around. we complicate folks when we make love. there was never anyone around. it shows you what windsor's becoming: a place where people sometimes show up. don't dare to let yourself dream, love. we close a weak closet of the clothes we're in. only confusing blew my way. unfortunately, it's not really possible with that light, because it's broken. we just gotta live with it being crooked. moving and moving, and then when you need to feel, you need to feel. as long as the brown-hearted question is willing to prevail. ten thousand pages and more than five hundred motions. there's a very large part of me that can't remember what it's like to over-salt something. gussied up ant entrails. she never carried anything heavier than forty years. even the dirty get rich. die trying, or i will take over. i was pouring an arbitrary mess. i can't believe i used to miss you. all sisters. vamos. i'm only afraid of heights when i think about how tall i stand in the world. yeah, the unhealthy areas keep my eye. marksmen moving minds with the power of their own.
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would you like to make a report on this? that completely creates tennis. sharp on the other side. i don't know about that. i appreciate you, street monkey, whatever on earth you are. wind fracking. the horn plot. her muffin is incredibly thick. here is a little bit like it. you think quiet things are free? i beg your pardon, but you've listened to quiet things all your life, and you don't know the way they work. icelandic abandon. fullstop, fullstop, full eight-time stop, as hidden. womb enough. went in and you got coded. i became his tenth eye once for free. have you tried metal forums? hugged metal in the secret? dear master, let's plan you for this. i had six and made seven. garbage plot. i get that you're deadful and you've done a whole lot. she tried to make him think of lyrics and not get so wrapped up in this stuff. a pretty rich radiant. the dark door leads to the light.
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220422
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i don't need your mind. it felt good 'til i saw the season's outtakes. in highest unicorn to your newest self. i think demus regus is really a disease. allow me to drag them through the press here and there. it was gonna be a little coat hanger that was like an old friend. where you were going, and daring to be picked up ... it was out of line, but i expected it, joshua. i knew it was a new definition of pain that might cause you to never write again. and a bunch of shattering new meaning to see flaxen. i would have to say the reluctant start time is 9:00. gosh. straps smile to me. again, right to bitch on me, and call me batgirl in the process. so you'll never be able to relax. you'll always be deprived of its summary. it would be a shame for her to lose the flesh she did in that short story. she folds my future into it like she's holding us. don't diagnose your problems as real. they probably diagnose themselves as you. after oprah says to him, "well, you got a job, and you got a kid," he says, "yeah. i got a chainsaw, too."
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it would take me back into a... meat. i would say sniff. didn't the ones just kind of suck over the ones that aren't good?
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220423
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it's one thing to win none of it, but a bunch of organics. apparently somehow it happened. it shouldn't be on you then, to fix everyone else's bottoms. wipe down its fingers. multipurpose yaaaaaaas. no, you change your mind constantly. most of the others don't think i've melted anything. you ready? give me ten minutes. he'd know. i didn't know that.
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hammered into a life. you and i have been broken again. i only tasted it once. game influences e-fence. up to a verse or a universal e. amazingly threw him into the witness protection program. antiquated notions are my jam. i hope that waitress caught on. i was too young to see if she was attention or not.
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slight butterfly push. she'll never not be angry at her stuff again. don't find a message. it's my heap, all_right. i want to run and learn and play. just because i got glasses don't mean i have anything to say. making our skull tracings a little more vivid. george wriggles out of a microphone. i just feel horrible knowing that you haven't done research for yourself.
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chickenshit oven mitt. also, she likes ben sheema. hard to insist on that. exactly her demise. tell_me more. tell_me more. and fuck standing up when the moment is over. once the fates are here, all the shadows will fall.
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q: you want a briefcase? a: i don't know. maybe. get hold of the wind. treat it like a flare. the stuff about soul sista number eight. runs into the arms of her mother and puzzles at the henderfields. (or: bowling.) i was up at nicole. her tail did not wag. she did not own important things. then i wish my leaves would be a slower inflorescence. lived in this house for two days and thirty hours. doesn't that make me entitled to something? he'll cry into his hairy coffee. when i'm washing my hair, there's nothing childish about it. it seems exaggerated in its age. what difference does it make? he'll fly away anyway.
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220428
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raze
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can i eat that piece of gum? could have been a decent diamond if you would have been a farm or farmer. the day i ignored you, i was starting something frightened and distant with her. i am a guy with night dreams all time long. she looked at her baby and sighed. her face fell off. what gimmicks work infected on her neenee? it's a bolted retirement community. "thanks a lot, garden," i said. it just shrugged.
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220429
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raze
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i could self-destruct it and lose to the firearm. oh, apples are happy. canning bean is beneficial to the dog if you leave it in their tank. beer, not so much. how many times i realized i was singing in bad vibes. a simulated language. by cereal effects. anyway, before the agenda, where did pipe dream go? you've probably never said a word about this. another girl says you're not her type. move cautiously forward. not tend to be. maybe a satisfying brand is falling apart. allthedudesoverherewannahavechristmas. matial hapi chili. we'll have a great dumping ground for toxicity. give him the benefit of the doubt, and pretend to be nice. dope. dope. dope. stupid dope. hello. you killed my little cuddle bunny. sister sorry. driving time is a furious triangle. the damage to his home? that's a list of ninety thousand dollars in umbrances and precumbrances. sharp don't catch it, you_know.
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220430
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nr
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i miss the indoor zane to it.
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220430
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raze
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you would think about it. she would stink about it. he's probably known for his girlfriend materials, and they tell him to shut the fuck up. giganum! giganum! correspondum! organic groupon.
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220501
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raze
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my gun fugs. the house swelling into oblivion. i want what i teach until i don't teach anymore. she notices the latency of honey says his name. become my own birdsong. listen. era therese by red runs on the radio. even sigh when i get awry. he would have lost a lot of money. she would have asked him to leave, and he would have said, "sure." and he would have been a wreck without her. missed his chance to be a "momentary fanfare". it eights the nine. 8:09. but he has things he wants to say too, and he wants to say them now. those are ten lines of a hidden shoe appearance. a single paragraph always holds substance with you, my dear. as remote as he makes the repetitions. turn it up louder, wearing loud sunglasses. his teeth reach down there.
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220502
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raze
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i have the same parlay about the_back_of_my_hand. tomorrow will be like this, but different. mountain thread. it's easy to say that to someone when you've had all your injuries miraculously scrubbed.
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220503
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e_o_i
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apagacchati (which means something like he/she/it goes away)
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220503
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raze
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pleasantville: the app. a softening of the state. save yourself by seasons tonight. very very corollary. she needs some precise member of her family to tell her exactly what to do in tense situations. people that create world war three cousin. i love that they pushed and stayed strong. i don't even have words for this fuckin' team. as long as i like you, you'll always be loved. that's what you need in a family: to know you can shrink in the background and everyone is going to honour and protect you. i'm simultaneous disgusted and safe at the same time. i'm not sure if that's belching flames or quelling them. either way, we're home. i love this man with all my being.
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220504
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raze
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the love in the air was ten after six. serve this. just ... not. with the return, you're breathing into my mother. dirty dreams show no emotion. stick around. newsom wouldn't know a koala if she bit one in the face. a safety that's pure at the end of everything. could run around beige and strip friendship from behind them. the people outside? not the good kind. the level of sticker in sticky is off the hook. sorry, seventh heaven. not now, but later. they hit norman again at a streetlight, but it didn't matter. he knew what to make of this. our ears, stung by the province. fierce losing half the bone i have in my body. we have to let fear finish it off. it's as big as the stage. while you sell amanda's third moments and leave. i've been thinking about beating monfils.
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220505
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raze
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she probably had a hand, and that's why she was out. i've kinda been told i'm a blanket. it's the hunger, the hunger, the hunger that was. he's a very rejected individual outside of obedience. well, i can assure you, when you're walkin' bullshit... stephen a. said, "you're not even my own." norah said, "oh." they're around, and they try to say inferior-to-other-people things. she wants to know how i'm doing. it's an easy question to answer. there are two ants, and they're both driving me nuts. i kill people, but i'm not sure when i started doing that. it was bad then. it's bad again today. well, at least they're not listening to the radio on a cell phone.
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220506
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nr
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wrote a note is anal play. (uhhhhh...) there was a prophetic push in my teabag.
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220506
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raze
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you believe me. this place believes me. 88th 100 years of nothing but respiration. he could say, "antithesis pie." daydreamed of guilt. it was bed enough. wreaking havoc with the florida seven to prevent a lava.
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220507
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nr
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for example, you could have rose that marshmallow filter. i have a small decor in my mouth. you call them tiles, and you can sort of stick your finger off of them effervescently.
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220507
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raze
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friendly places on joe co bell. shivering in the painting of a new day. i have gathered about a dozen nuts now. his brittle bones quake with the ballad of life.
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220508
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e_o_i
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A musical allegory, which is high-key low-key a bad idea. Story title: "The Happily Independent Mermaid Chicken." We have already branched off before noon (which breaks a grammar prohibition on combining the present perfect with "pinpointed" times in the past - tsk, tsk, tired brain) Holy shit, I had a conversation!
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220508
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raze
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and it's out of respect for my account. i think his son died on scene one. you give him everything you want, and he'll cope it for a song fail. okay, whether or not you hypothesize that. i can tell you you're hanging the tree, or the album, or whatever it is, but i can't remember the time. this bed is a fallen blue tree. while the hue is wild. i have the apocalypse in. and i've stolen moments from the sudden call of my backwards cousin. in the morning, i'll take you to see captain. captain is my oldest friend and most trusted mentor. we're an obvious chicken within this city. what she did a million years ago when she put her name on someone else's song. you even made me lose more than once, you "get lost or break up" shithead. "i'm the king, i are," he says. so you can move 'em up. after you've moved out all their stuff, then you don't have to worry. they're all dark things, i sense, but they're not necessary. like jamp in the cabey. first entry. i may go up to people and still raise that up sometimes.
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220509
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raze
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that's how you'd want to play me, right? where pickle stood with heracles. must be garlic. what can i do for you? an ass cup of tea. i'm just a plodder riding the gift of what's given. will you follow them with a separate standalone steel grill? someone made the analogy of it being noise, but he's the inventor of that noise, and it's during the playoffs. it starts to look plausible because he has a habit of letting_go. the only take-back is four blocks. in case he had some idea of a rivalry none of us have seen before.
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220510
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raze
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the unprecedented wear of clay instead. after three, i can understand some retirements. false service nippling. the only link to the past was the new court drama. those guys are having fun. the washcloth on the other side is wet. some solid conduction. isn't a first strong fucking review? eases fool. why don't you try it out and see if you like cadabra first?
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220511
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raze
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it's all just dancing on the tablecloth anyway. i took a picture, sam, of the grassy knoll. the punch that laughs is never the case. you played. hate bills and brothers. there was little of me before then, and somehow they almost won it. i heaped into that until its af. i won't wear toasters for ears from now on. thoughtful résumé seclusion. they finally break up and suddenly hoke. hoke to life. to me, that's a lost opportunity to maybe win game one. how's democracy rising?
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220512
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raze
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try. eat the whole thing. if there's no words attached to them, i don't know if anyone will come down. if you don't win closed entry tonight... good_luck deciding on something to eat. you said, "no one else is the_national." i'm sure when my time comes it'll be weird that i'm only seeing one squirrel between all the others. select lanes and philosophical pools. i want to be a window. suffocated by a starlight. jesus titty-christ organization. what usually happens is i'm in too fast. thinking about things that chase him away. my question is, how do you account for that? (and this exchange:) "that sounds like a potentially tough clash." "i think it just stays inside, that clash."
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220513
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raze
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hacorcors amissmiss. hard to remember when times like this so sturdy. watch your step. ha_ha_ha ha! it's an old_man made of carbon. i think it's ruined the time it comes along. when we had teams, though, we could be there. s-u-p p-o-r t-i-s t-i-c.
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220514
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e_o_i
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If you fart in a peasant setting, you'd probably quite enjoy it. Plus, you'd get to play with the sleeves. (Image of a teenage girl wearing a medieval costume, laughing and hiding her hands in the long flared sleeves.) "It's bad luck carrying four things at once." "Okay, then carry five things." Tears streamed down his face like stars. There was an anti-tank officer. She wanted to give those breasts a good home.
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220514
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raze
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top working class warthogs. he got caught for sixteen days. rhythm but black, punted against the dance. one toe on the line. so much to win. so much to lose. our painting is like a thorax jam, and thorax am. do you think the weather's fine? i got the jones, and i wandered, i guess. and you got to stand and deliver. we got 'em from studio tire. he said, "gimme your gun."
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220515
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raze
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go get your hands broke.
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220516
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raze
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turn it on. that's how he gets confidence. it's not about closing your life online. the steam and sweat crunched it away. just beyond heartbreak. vilello milella ran for office. had a twenty-five-hit sandwich. he's gonna come to the house, not the door. i kind of get my flow back when i sit on my bed, which doesn't happen much anymore. you got two choices: me, or open the bag. and you're no mozart, motherfucker. if you inflate your good deeds with narcissism, the real definition is "like". usually "like". the ticker tape. you and i remembered now nothing no longer in common when it exists. i did it for a couple other people — not at the same time, but at different times. send a dog comic of a boob.
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220517
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nr
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something like "beware of driving into the carrot."
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220517
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raze
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by the time, several times a week. my go-to: one cotton. melodies to make me stupid (or drugs like that). dresses and stresses to be there. and the stupid narrative of him is also glorious. that's why i'm sounding something every four minutos. respect? they will donate their authority of that. disabilities and disablements.
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220518
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nr
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"these oysters are really bad and explosive, and it's not..." (she trailed off and i never got to hear the end of this!) 1... 2... 3... MATH!
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220518
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raze
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if i lose the thought of you... i can feel things. that's my perspective. it's funny. your conventional feelings are more important than mine. the lush permutations of closer to language. q: on what hill does this degrade into nuts and berries? a: this is a mountain.
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220519
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raze
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it's a combination of what the guitar did and how long it takes. slam and mice roast chance. donnie heft hair. reduxed oval oap ache. "good luck what you see or say," she says in the second or third highest voice i've heard her use. i'll save you all your notorious net falls and let you fall victim to the letdown. i don't imagine anyone here is familiar with the "seven is love" protocol. she was sitting in the guilty frame, the same colour on her face i imagine today. just wait until i go around pretending i'm elon musk (emotionally speaking). there goes the baby to turn on the map for you.
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220520
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raze
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i don't know if you've ever failed. probably the smartest thing to do would be to start from the top. her sunset swirl hair revealed a world of swollen promises. she made my costume. i wasn't so sure about that. hopefully, as you said, your itch goes through when you hope retiring.
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220521
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nr
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there is a live makeup, but of course it doesn't sell.
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220521
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raze
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falling franchise square. emerald toothpick hair. he almost falls over. she basically carves it hot word for hot word. the trepidation opens. when i worked out who i am, i wanted to unlock it twice to be happy. the people who let me believe in this place all over again, and all the scutties there. i don't realize i'm saying it until it's already been said.
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220522
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raze
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don't know pain about your past no more. i don't get the sense there's any dishonesty involved. even the made-up parts are true. smear the smell of your contemporaries. i did that. it was hurting my stomach. i don't know how you get blown out by a team that's only thirteen points better than you. maybe the air will kick it out. i don't think it moves that fast. his renderer left for seven minutes. wallow.
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220523
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raze
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months clearer. trying to convince us both the way forward is through. time separates mind and spirit — makes a nucleus of body and soul. i was trying to forget some of you today when i was trying to remember some of the things you say.
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220524
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epitome of incomprehensibility
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We met in arrogant phonology. plummy brown lunatics in Canada for the MP family of books and the MP family of genders ANTI/DIRECTION (displayed on a calculator screen) I shattered my forest with a dimpish symphanel (translation: I broke my heart over an attractive person, who may be partly a tree)
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220524
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raze
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we lost by thirteen points. that's not true. what kind of choices you've made. come on. i even play you what i take. the raves are outraged and plumed. we're finishing it five days later than expected. for some, it might have gone stale in that time. something inside kept staring at me. the presence felt like sharing my life. personally, i don't think it's great tennis. that's a skill anyone will tell you is objective. it's okay to drive off a cliff. just be yourself. dreams let me hold things that are close enough to touch but too far away to taste. i'll theory there. now take it easy. it's window champion. whatever they're returning, they're not taking it. they're just pulling it open with pliers.
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220525
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raze
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my hopes are high, best torpedoed man. the thing to focus on is how to quietly clean your own metaphoric counter, and learn how to imbue everything with sonic relief. how different today looks. how are you gonna be, confirming an advocate? it's the same thing i tell everyone: you don't *have* to do this. you don't really *like* to do this. we were just looking. you're my kid brother.
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220526
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raze
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they administered handmade handmaids to restore circulation to his fingers. the day was relatively scarce, except for a few sports cars. it's a feminine monday. at the same time, i see why you were wanted. here after the trial record. how long are others here? call_me back when i woke up, okay? i closed my eyes and all my yesterdays were gone. getting there quite quickly. well, it keeps getting bigger, until you refuse to take the world on anymore.
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220527
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nr
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time is a cloud. i will say that makes me mostly happy.
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220527
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raze
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how much of a mental game it is, and how much of a smell it is. on the athleticism of the match-up. i just think it would go really good with a piece of pried chicken. groovy gravy decoy.
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220528
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raze
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i'm gonna shoot the moonwalk in johnny cochran's crotch. the message is tactful in its admission that something went wrong.
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220529
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nr
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you should date me on instagram. now there's news on hannibal lecter. he may be a TOTAL irish dude... (there was an alternate option, but this sadly trailed off) i can't say i'm evil.
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220529
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raze
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phonetically speaking, i am pulling your chain. my take is you just do what you can to get right, and you learn what you can from it, and you grow from there. why would you want to think about what might have happened to her when she's right here, doing well? ill pitter there, 'cause it always worked a latte. either she'll use it as a fire, or she'll fight it to the floor. even if i can't save him right now...
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220530
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raze
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acorn pissy pants. before he even remembers me, he has the recipe for tunnel vision and crab cakes. a firm statement: a scallywag we boldly confirm. the small bones that are inexperienced to you are meh to me. she walks around all morning and stands up next to louis. if there's a huge mess, immediately it's aggravating because... you can have all of life's fingerprints and still go out for the chalk marks. i know there's nothing here to hold.
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220531
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kerry
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do bugs sleep? specifically cockroaches. they can't just go and go and go right, or else they would overheat, like robots. right?
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220531
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raze
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was too good to be haggard agreeing with you or arguing after these guys' win. they danced, dozens of visitors on your dermis uninvited.
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220601
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raze
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don't ever push me down. he's got the love of peter on the lines. also, their soundtrack is almost just as justifiably close to being good as it is in the states. ifnsybc.
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220602
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raze
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a different part of me sees it a different way. it's so north the sun hangs to the west. kneeling now it would be pretty close onstage, i think. i'm fouling genesis.
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220603
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raze
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believe me, it's a water finch.
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220604
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raze
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blindsided by blind sides.
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220605
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tender_square
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"like palpasetic steel?" "steel holders, yes."
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220605
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raze
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so don't tell him i'm telling you. my own violation. it's like a songbird being trained. she's hearing everything okay. two sunflower turkeys. you speak of this as if it's a bad thing. what's he gonna say? does he have even a plan b? you never thought you'd say this when you were young, but you were looking for the bad vibes in the visual forest. youtube is a constant test for me. as much as i like to eat in bed, this is better. i get to walk through a city i have no way home from and see what happens. just for a second, she twists into a turn.
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220606
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raze
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the truth was invented to come up with better lies than what i want to say. 'cause what will happen is the library will close. still game to ove. it's like your topiary being eaten off. shies is a good chant water, it is.
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220607
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nr
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they were distinguished running shoes, so it was mostly... a death.
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220607
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e_o_i
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Wear a loose bun so you look like a vegan. A bunny vegan. Nuns are not your desired point of reference. They've killed like six people so far. We invented several new fetishes. Boucles d'oreilles! (French for "earrings." Enthusiastic.) Ooh, Jedi of chill (sarcastic) Can't I think I'm drinking too much herbal tea without being accused of genocide? (exasperated) Behold, a leafless scam. Man is but a fragment of unskilled burritos, we chant. (My half-asleep mind thought Samuel Beckett wrote this.)
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220607
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raze
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i hope you're in detroit. one day this will all be gone, like everything you are. the greatest affair in the history of robert downey juniors. i don't know how he managed to do his business. what if i took someone and put a hole through the middle of their shoe? we've changed before change. i think it's because of change.
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220608
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raze
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another part of this timeline is reverse cane engineering. well-oiled weather case. it's going to be interesting going into battle not being able to see as well as i should. i expect something of stimulus to emerge.
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220609
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raze
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everything is just a little bit askew. he's from out in the county. right_here.
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220610
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nr
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internal jumping around with people
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220610
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raze
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omelettes aren't made in a vacuum. i'm quicker here than i am elsewhere. i'd been pinpricked to sink every lie was a word. ...not to mention jerry's beaten prefixes.
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220611
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nr
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i like just putting customers where i am, and it doesn't have to break my toothbrushes.
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220611
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raze
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it's too much weed. she said, "are you gonna keep your thumbs away?" i said, "no, i don't." she said, "have a good life." she looked at me instead of shanking and thanking.
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220612
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e_o_i
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The essential germ of germy-ness is there. The mint, if you will.
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220613
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raze
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hate under lifesaver, hail under cock. (is that some sort of directive for how to live our best lives in this brave_new_world?)
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220613
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raze
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they all say the same thing, except for him, who had such a stupid amnesia for writing. i don't have a face. knowing a bunch of high_school kids really makes a difference in our lives. by the time i got there she was gone, and some mysterious small plant had sprouted in her place.
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220614
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raze
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piggy south bay fair. he'll be fired from us, one by one. he has to wait around while you're arguing on stylistic style. the futility of shadows. she didn't deserve to stay number_one with the way it was out there.
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220615
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raze
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shake it out like thunder that was supposed to be blanketed by the sky. let 'em floof each other and fall down forever. the tip of an iceberg crushed my head. i know they're running away because they don't need her anymore, but aren't they going to feel a little dissed?
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220616
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raze
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there's no way you're going to be alone. she didn't do anything wrong. can she faint? how long i should cook, and hear me extra.
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220617
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raze
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i don't begrudge anyone the privilege of their pride. there's nothing before that to indicate any amount of physical growth. and there's a blue thing almost longer in my pocket, in my red one.
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220618
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raze
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i'm your undercover onion.
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220619
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nr
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that's what we do in toronto, right? we get dumped. like a punk, or a bell. a company called sin...ge? this especially focuses on rehab coils and why i like them. it's still showing me a painted volume button on the right. does everybody have these airborne shoes on? chloe. isolated reason.
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220619
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raze
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i saw gena rowlands dining out. there's a picture that's framed. hot lines and even leanels are carved. between the bites. 'cause when i hit the touch, i'm only the remembered. blue pinions in the sky. this is someone that limits their time and got a free cow. the "heat to low pens" game. i'll give my neighbour a letter from me and claim it's from a politician. i saw the sun sitting in her blue window. we're your friends at a river's end.
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220620
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raze
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lookin' for the big ones. she sent me monday, the glass adaptation of tuesday. bulk disco gravity. the scene of spending time with me lives on through the water. a thrum-eating rabbit noticed her. (who else?)
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220621
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raze
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you wouldn't be hearing so much beef out of me. indication has become agitation. the weight of your life is forever. it's where i always will be. more shooters come back.
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220622
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raze
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they closed the enormous house again. shady underbelly. the air was rigged with five different types of hellos. there's a trail of deciduous trees and apple that leads to me. you'll make someone a great rental someday.
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220623
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e_o_i
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I don't have unlimited things - like, it's good to acknowledge that. The Merry Anticipators (a Shakespeare play) a banta tree The credit card? It was having a panic attack.
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220623
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raze
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they also said something vague about fucking up the project they'd been working on, so... use it as a discourse. one_day it'll be good. it'll be hopefully good_as_new.
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220624
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raze
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it contravened all over me in the ambulance. dijabon. there's my shit ... which i *am* gonna fix. don't worry about that. century gove'n on ostrich oven. a sportswriter came to croatia while working in norway. the best course of action is a girl to whom the world is made. okay, so you in first class have "connections". the rest of you report to the other terminal. i wasn't aware of what she did or didn't try to do. i relied on the messages she never tried to write. please keep him in this fire. i have a seating. rabbits, trees, nuts, birds, and berries. old cuts look a drive away because of their materials. "he's awesome." that's what certain people at certain grocery stores used to say. like always, my wish had come true.
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220625
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who are you talking to when? they're not telling me what you are. it's out the door. that's what you thought. from my perspective, when i'm on, i just subject myself to the most torturous elements or aspects. inchoate strikethrough. dante's "inferno" was written by a tricycle. i was the same way for a long time. very little energy for anything but myself.
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220626
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nr
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you're nearly gone/pretending to do some corporate task (sung, with those "lyrics")
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220626
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raze
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i touched it. what are my toys? if they're gonna allow them to show up to get away from the job... save left. a hundred times. one of the best times. you sit down, you watch tv, and do you have a lot else in your life? hell no. when all my memories of her turned into quieter passages. and when my sister blinded me, she was picking a scab. authentic rain, and in the car. i'll give it to work on thursday the fourth. either i'm not the same love without you, or i'm not the same love i could have been without you.
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220627
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raze
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i don't think he'll be fine. while i was cutting slices of onion on twitter, he was propositioning his boss. there's a poem to add to my collection here, while the windy-end breeze burnished once. no pink sides on a rose stone. i'd rather cringe at the water on its side and hold it like a born barbell. when you say, "i have shavings," do you mean to dance? it's a delight to read this in a few months. might i come back for more? look at all the weight it's created.
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220628
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raze
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summers are extremely hot this winter. it comes down to this: pictures of the buns we make together. for a minute, she held all the messy wonder of floof in her hands. i love the fierce combative energy.
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220629
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i arose on full fire. and i don't care about any fallen laves. i care about today. x and v tendencies always shout at different sky settings. first, when you put it up, it was just buried within us. if you have anything left to do, say, or need... what you really wanna do is flowers. you won't hear from me for about two hours.
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220630
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raze
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you're not hilary. and it's not gonna jack the price. this is not gonna have a nice life. win hell. i have more time now to kick out what a really good idea is and find i hate myself. the rings are a baby wrestler.
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220701
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e_o_i
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Rainbows, bring all your dirty. ...to judge you ONLY by your weight... The albatross was just puckering its eyes, playing dead.
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220701
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raze
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you get a general letter. either things are going your way, or they're not. a lot of the cosmotti should know how to talk on the prison. i almost lost my baseball team. (sung:) "what do we get when we think of the blues? perhaps hemorrhoid music, or pure hemorrhoid blues." today is the best day of her life, because she's planning for airplanes. so, it wiggles me out of it. insolence: anything we grow, you can have. i love two-chord films. but when there's a thick reduction in the amount of salad...
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220702
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raze
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baby, you're just a feeling i get when i look to the east.
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220703
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nr
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1 is a fiction. 4 is the best station.
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220703
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raze
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this ain't a mess. it's a weather-blown memory. buying loaves to make her lot.
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220704
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relax. that's not what i said. she drew the curtain of the day and brought the rain with her. i forgot they could be so well done. snow growing in your garden? yes. yes. of then, later. and then a picture grows there. you guys can just sing different things at the same time and have everyone think you're super cool. hippocampus on my knees, like the deadest deepest trees. and because the women found it or alternated it, she's too close. if this guy has to get categorized as something as small as... i'll fake it. i'll make it. my main menu, and everything else. there are things you're driving through that are different colours, unlike anything you're used to seeing on red. well, now you're keeping up with lebron, but you had sixty-four on opening day and sixty-three at the curve. it's not a dog being born. if it's a tune i know, i'll hum it for you.
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220705
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nr
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i feel kind of lighted and precious the most.
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220706
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raze
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bad lips. wrongful sentence has it drunk. let me get this straight together. we once let the winter hold him. then it's gold. i'm short, with nothing but us destroying love everywhere. 'cause she was tellin' the vice chair right to fuck off. cut me. kick me. bake me like a cake.
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220706
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raze
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it's gonna feel good. tonight you're solving the wood. those were just droplets, but it felt right. main wage and the geneva way. i came up with a delicate season, but i didn't really play it, because i think it needs the past as a framework.
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220707
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look at this gauge. look. look at the score. here's how this happened yesterday: you didn't tell your father. tactile weep things up. you may dream the only line of your dream. how many times you won't listen. it's a heavy page tomato.
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220708
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e_o_i
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I love them because they don't hate what I hate about myself. They hate different things. [Who's they? a more awake mind questions. Parents, possibly.]
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220708
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i had sex at 5:00. i'm forty-four, at least. that's the best metaphor. there was a small candy bar salad on a hill. you do some positive soul stirs. everyone tells me it's over, but then they say i have a month. you'd do fairly well if they loosened you.
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220709
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nr
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fuck you, mr. asshole and your returns. you know who i am.
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220709
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raze
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i don't want you to get mad about nancy. it's cold in the squirreldom today. someday i will not let the time be as lightly eaten by swearing.
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220710
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a stylish fellow blew up in their face. what the hell were you thinking? hey, the only articles i'm interested in are the thirty free ones that come with you. divinhal charles spaniel. the three of us stood there in the refrain for more than five minutes. a red branded bird who might land on the new wild nowhere. come to the seven-degree unreleased outhouse. the lavender leaves lick the forest floor. and all i can ignite along the way is proof that we probably don't pray every day for the same reasons. and that leaf couldn't get back to sleep after it swam into my skull. thank you for the latest sniff to pine in on the mosquito cousin. (said with a french accent:) in tradition, a last meal. can i give you a white man, or something to drink on?
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220711
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raze
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using the door as a crutch. i'm not really robot enough yet for a conversation, but here are two machines. i'm in my inner torn of webbing, and when they carry it, i'm not sure. just so you know, those kleenex ... those kleenex are remarkable. i didn't knock on the door. humans have souls spit out. the mennonite service, please. pirouette silhouette.
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220712
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raze
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l'chaba (it sounded like a close cousin to "l'chaim"). when do we strap down and pretend we have patience? take me in your arms and pull me closer.
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220713
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raze
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i can't say it, other than a hook. i didn't recognize you did a good job. it was a webcomic frustratingly titled "peach goma", and no one's more important than you. i was sure you would. (he would.) drunken armadillo. i'd do anything to get her home. i was using this place as my torture. now it's more. it was all just unreleased pieces of maybe. even the highway seemed to resent me. it's nice having nice things if you forget. a peameal grade in the mouth of a moving target. even the noses on both of them are cute to the point of disrepair. ...who apparently you sold to me a million years ago in an onslaught of onions. sometimes you have to make that decision for her. you have to make her that difficult. he's able to talk to / about a toilet like it's another friend. i have become. i have become. i have become a difficult person.
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220714
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raze
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peach parade party hat. like ornaments carved from the glass of our dreams. it doesn't sound like it means much, does it? took *me* so long. tranquilized. a few things i hope will help you, though they do have the slight benefits of boxing... close as you are to speed, honey, what makes you think you could wish for any more? we tried to move it around, but this feels too good between the two of us. he was gonna speeeeeend a hundred dollars to ask twenty, for sure. the only feeling i can win with.
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220715
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e_o_i
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Stelly Twelly - is that her name? (answer: no, it's Stella Azar.) (answer: I wasn't asking you about the names of characters you made up. It was just a dream thought. Go back to sleep.) (after some sleep) It's a bad-good month. With bad-good bad-good dogs.
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220715
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act like it was pouring rain. grangel. grangel. the wind of receiver chains tend to you. oh painful dog. she's very present. sugar would never abandon us.
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220716
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nr
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i've got the rest of your time. you spat yourself up in tonguing it! (uhhh) even just a little gibberish (half-sung) they will all discover, um, chicken wings. i got a whooole lots of emotions.
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220716
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nr
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(it was lots, not lot. a whooole lots.)
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220716
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raze
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if you run into apple jackson ... ah, i haven't seen him. even if you weren't able to do it right away, i think that's meant something to her. a series of extended silk. another pack of boys you admire so much, and half their momma. si j'étais riche... forever about to say something wise. i'm sorry they had nothing at rz. i would have tried eventually the... what are you doing with that flag book, dude? dude! so that means that he *should* send us close to a thousand bucks. get to know me with facts about you. i got ninety-nine problems but an itch ain't one.
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220717
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raze
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forgoing a criminal election, or elocution. its bearded end a chin. how was your day again? i feel like yesterday was totally immoral. people found gift, and they wanna be more. but i hope you know i've been trying in another world. it's so building, i should be able to rip the pain right off. god rest you and save you from a fate worse than almonds.
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220718
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past
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small_animals
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220718
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nr
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here, a lesbian marshall. yeah, well, it's a nice place.
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220718
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raze
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one more time, and we'll send you out there. wordless worm. the ride can be transformative. sent by tender_square and shotgun others. how bizarre: actual drum pasta. just a reminder from a relationship that wasn't worth pursuing. that helps to keep things punctured and functioning. he asks solictly. we are basically a lamp now.
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220719
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nr
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island of van morrison
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220719
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nr
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island of van morrison
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220719
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nr
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(i only clicked "blather" once! someone or something really wants there to be an island of van morrison.)
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220719
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raze
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he's pre-named me (or not). she's probably attracted to the kinks. she's got hearts swimming in her eyes. all i really want to do is convince him there's three-and-a-half times more beauty in him than me. thirty-three years shall owe no nuts. 'cause i remembered another woman lives there: him. i shouldn't own a glass piece i can't stand in. four rings. who resists the arrangement? tom jackson did an impression of john barber. memorial beauty. sometimes you can remember things just as they happened. try explaining what he doesn't have anymore. counting down to the next time that he gave me.
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220720
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nr
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there’s no such thing as self-care at an airport. “I’ve never used these. do you use these?” -my friend, pointing at something written down “no. there is none.” -me
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220720
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raze
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newborn blather post. i was all about lunch. have another curry on top of them, or beside them. if you're not gonna buy them outright, in batch them on farm. you don't like the idea of somebody else being in the house. brown toilet tank. i'm always a little surprised when i see one that isn't like this. suck down the stink. i know how to make a thing ready to leave. thought-provoking ideas and humiliation. italicize regret. if i don't hug you, it's not that i don't want to. it's just that i have diabetes. southern times. this southern state. can you become more concerned with the nerve endings? apple covering large dome.
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220721
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epitome of incomprehensibility
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I haven't lost my faith; I've just exchanged it. We talked about the Picardy third and deforestation. I was ten when I was fifteen. Kids' emotional resilience is stronger than that of phones.
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220721
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raze
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ignore them outside of their walk, so curved fork tend to music. anytime. you can sense something from here and out to fly. this doesn't sound like anything. the owner's face should force to fear. our corrupt lips move between passing ships. listen. i don't want to be the one to warn you. but either he can warn you or i can. stay away. no. this is history. the rest of the house is soft. yeah. that ain't happy. that ain't sad. if you really look at a salad, you can convince everyone and their dog it's four times better than you were at that age. you remember your brother reacting to that story five years ago when you gave it to him, slouching but laughing. i'm airing out the basement. so can you. she would have seen what a smile we were. she said, "i don't know."
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220722
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raze
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i like your poetry. mine's a lot cheaper. so you can still feel me better. you can't sell white nonsense through. i wish i could. in the third hour, i don't like it. and you don't even notice it anymore. too short makes the baby jesus cry. too long and i start to look like a fly.
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220723
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raze
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far_away, in the eyes of one not yet born. what she wants him to do is something there isn't a whole lot of time left for in this city. keep pouring hot mutt out of the brush. he's like those beans we made when we were hiding in the shade. squeezing up a six-year'd bike. it's fun to get so many guys back. john darnielle's hidden world of words. pirate pants don't take that long.
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220724
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nr
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this is what we had for a short, mega calzone.
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220724
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raze
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oh, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. everyone wants to meet me so they can try to sell me on their plans for a future i'm not living in. the colour of my collective nemesis.
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220725
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nr
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he preferred "the butcher's bark and the sundance wife." (... was this an alternate title/story to "butch cassidy and the sundance kid"?)
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220725
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raze
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they've frozen a tourney up. hip court slider. dramatic book ending. this voice is theirs. it's intimidating, because we all keep ourselves in mind. we don't have to have the wrong approach as long as it's a matter of friend. the intended audience has been threatened.
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220726
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raze
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it's a reversible place. let me kiss the stiffness from your shoulders. who can only have that one surgery, have that biased injury now.
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220727
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raze
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i kicked you in the core stealing this. catch a toe by the toe. bob clerk. anne jarvis. jivving myself with jab. all things have always been scented in the direction of me, with tips at the top. gertrude stein: scaring people into thinking they can't fail because she knows everything about cooking. some text went missing there — or this is when we said, "house traffic." he wears official capital lens.
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220728
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screaming locally. prone to warping porcelain adventures with the stiffness of his hands. do we feel the chronic need to touch him? there's less going out, so there's less coming in. a dream untucked. flashlights and dim spirits. i don't just jacklick; i think about what came out of that space.
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220729
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raze
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the tiny orchids and druids we need to say goodbye. you do something real. you set the tone. this song contains the most words by far, yet she refuses to acknowledge them and refuses to post them. that's either her grandson's new driving ... it's okay. it is. like, when i turned into a carrot, life was very hard.
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220730
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raze
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you_never_know. who knows? what the hell? the reason i can't move is because of youthful exuberance. everything is theatrical. just an imagined slight. what if every man forged the return? what would you like the clock to say? "pre-existing 6:47"? my impulse is rare. rose-spin, your dig is here.
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220731
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that's the game we're threaded into. sometimes you break my heart. yeah, that's what a cat's gonna do. el holy cats that scare vos. i wanted to court advocates. mainframe definition: no one else is in the video. you're just... how about a rectifying situation? there's enough crunchmen in the spider to enjoy several more days. all the neighbours. all the ventures. cheese crouton: cheeseton. i prefer to find out after. it doesn't take much to put me in a bad mood. great songs. great floor-tech. great forever-tech. in the sauce of my room somehow.
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220801
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nr
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theresa, where were those boston shoes going?
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220801
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raze
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if you engage this way, then it's good to go. no, i'm not saying that out loud. sometimes i think about that and how weird it would be. i'd be a policer in every one of those mouths. um, yeah. hi. i'm a mouse. she bit into something that broke apart until it oozed goodness. in the morning she was gonna leave, and ryan tedder was gonna tell me he didn't love me anymore. the little hammer my heart used to hold.
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220802
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e_o_i
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Zwiebelboden (onion floor?) He had a 3-year haircut.
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220802
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raze
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good thing he talks to skid marks. there's no erasing the fact of it. did you hear the one about the cosmic professor? gravity keeps these two from having their hearts flung open. source for delay and condition? heat. listen to the forage fire. i pinched them because they wouldn't stop biting me.
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220803
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raze
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i went to hell 'cause i needed something real. to "happy_birthday": i'm sorry. i started living a lot when i was 4:15. just to get to see with someone else's eyes. when you gonna feed me? scream-chested satellite saved. we can sit with the other thing too, don't we? that he was a mother, not a sylvia. what i couldn't figure out was her. or her. maybe the right stuff, which is code for — wait for it — "the right stuff".
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220804
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raze
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before it got too mathematical. a first is what happens. then you catch sight of yourself as a child actor. one man could be taking over the thirty-five-year-old prime. there's a one in twenty-five chance than an oxy can come in and keep fighting for you. welcome to a sudden and severe amulet attack. it's the same guy, i would have thought, to be your father's ever eyes. let's get vaccinated. let's go to walmart.
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220805
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provisional flowerpots. you have your tactfully metaphoric work. a door's open without any minute song. whaaaaaat? hey. it's jesus time. wet beans are spoiled like us until the art of forgiveness overtakes them. cake? cake! you didn't let me down. you were on your way to see me.
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220806
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nr
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white colours. is there a knowledge that you said that? and reference people, because i feel TOO recommended? i want this moment to be the best moment for your allergic reaction.
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220806
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beleaguered now, i had a hemorrhoid problem. i bet you she says, "hallelujah." their words lead them back to each other. spices had an element of yesterday. she would first associate bad taste with bad information. remember when the subway car flung us around? had to hold onto our seats? call that an inferno. taking all i've gathered from the wet womb of your mind. the responsibility of answering the door with as many minds as you have. if we do it for ourselves, it'll only take, you_know, half a week. i cut all of it. and then i realize i might have too much, and i'll fall in bed. as a herd, i heard that one of us could be a potato.
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220807
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raze
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certainly, in a wrong way, you were one certain win away from life. i had to change out of something for an eleven-year-old. the eyes to take care of men. ten bucks more than the chili was ... grilled eggs. it's pretty incredible that we can have all these experiences with animals and have them mean so much to us in different ways. if i trimmed my toenails, it'd be even scarier. he's a headliner of sorts.
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220808
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nr
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now i want to create a shoe company called "starworned." ...i don't really! (this was all part of the thought. and i'm vaguely curious as to why so many of my half-asleep thoughts reference shoes.) it is tomorrow. americans don't reassure ourselves. how about your keep your face in the red size for me.
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220808
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a mouthful of memories.
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220809
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we gotta straighten up. i can't believe we round each other out the way we do. great hitmen. the disease that shrunk. the book probably went out of print sixty years ago and still costs more than a roll in the hay with a banana. there's always that third trimester, irrigated by tone and the choke of skin. are there moments in your life when you've felt bliss and unbreakable? but then the carrots curdled. maybe it's the tone of interlocked kindness that killed me. i saw a highway on a hill that shouldn't have been there. i tried blowing the balloon with this huge rhubarb and heat.
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220810
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nr
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when i open it, we have 6am and 16 quarters of 90. i'm at a campfire.
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220810
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it's medicine, like the desired treasure blathe is. a challenging interlope. when i said, "fifteen," she said, "no, no, no, no. five." the cold remains of bank, back. don't you want to produce a bath oak? your dark cord is nice colours. i got paid to watch as a shapeshifting son of a bitch. at one point, you aim at a refugee who i don't think is there anymore, but she's only halfway here.
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220811
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every piece of satin jewelry. billie jean king always said it's my stiff and un-reaching arms when they're open, but i realize that's a lie. everyone has dogs that don't listen. it's like trying to create a job in the farm and farming sectors. he said, "i told you this." and i said, "don't. it has no soul." he really doesn't help himself first. seen it all with words. we feed the red beans to the mange where the grange will be. it's something to watch for when you get home, because in that kind of scenario she might think, "this makes a better lunch." and though the movie gives you lots of memories and people to haunt for, it never feels overstuffed. i was gonna bamp all the way back home, but then her sister found it. most of the bullshit rhythms were coming from the music itself. not some other problem. not everything can be a home run, chan-wook park.
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220812
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you say, "don't say this." well, what can i say? the bovittimo brothers. so, today's different, because i said so. maybe i'll come find it for a year, though. i think he's so burned at this point he can't be bought. we become more complicated after being shut out. people own houses. one, two, three clubs or more. and they like to hear themselves talk. not in a passionate way, but he decides he's in brook. make sure it's not you they diminish. it wouldn't have felt right. it still doesn't feel right.
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220813
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i don't get in there live. most sane, enjoyable ways for you to chat. it ends with blood and blight. i later contributed my lack of intelligence. eat your love's fingernails. we need to take off for a faster cafe. there's nothing really left of this house. that looks too brown to be freedom to me. the signal froth in the event of flying. he said — and lola laughed — "i sincerely tried with that bitch." blathenogous.
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220814
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nr
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we got into position in... iowa. i'd start walking. get on with it all. woo, i'm a trustworthy foreign celebrity!
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220814
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meddling piss king. she's got great ... great ... stuff. advice she didn't want to shout to anyone after the death of all her labour. the leak of loneliness i saw them trim in its place. ackuc 682. charm is like a lukewarm weapon. couldn't untangle them in a drastic fireless way. she has the most awful rate of suicide. any time you get a team commitment, a count barrier is broken. a nightmare: the steps of the point eclair. ants. obstacles, but *ants*. of all the things he threw away, this one fucked me the most. i mean, why write that in lemonade, in powerpoint? doesn't seem cold enough from cooling. oh *true*, man!
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220815
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leave it, else this is who could say. the devastating chance. (sung in the style of crosby, stills & nash:) things are different now. what you eat now is not what you ate before. i was tired of you being a ghost all the time, so i just called you "little ghost" and moved on. veryunscudula. ambiguity: he'd rather be an american than a man. i don't want to trust god, but the more i see, the less i believe in anyone else.
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220816
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raze
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they call him the interceptionist. see what you did? held, or driven, or anything the way we like. it's not as bad as you like, distances. sometimes it looks like i'm about to lift people 'round! and if all your even new body lengths see me through... how do they actually make him look younger? so it's just the most important thing on earth i'm looking for. the cucumber words. if you lost her racket... q: what do you want from me? a: relief. if we kidnapped someone, here's how it happened.
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220817
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nr
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take a horseradish; just stand up and smell the chocolate. shadows, talk to me... (sung sort of longingly)
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220817
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raze
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the guatemalan pork rind restaurant. if you're not that stupid, stand in line. what was the name? the twenty-third? at least he was entrusting and honest, with very little left between the cracks of his own jokes. maybe he has baby now. i don't know. i feel like that's so much of what i do over the years. if we don't have to move, i'd much rather stay here. warning: attributes its contents to nonsense. kickteen wick or so. you don't know this, but i loved that album when i was a teenager. it must be triggering to see bunnies after that. what are they gonna do, censor the song titles? not free. not good. name your sources, big children.
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220818
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raze
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his failure to look at any signs at all. it's bad. and i keep wearing lumpy kind of luck. so i asked the u.s. what to do. i'm taken with this beautiful drive — this brilliant golf club. could you get your envelope going? (he could.) john bernice peaks in the summer. any wave is just trying to get me back. d'you know i don't really want to be alone? and that's okay. we don't stand on ceremony unless the grill patrol gives us finer feet to fight with. tiafoe seems capable of collapsing at any time. gatey to park my garden device.
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220819
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raze
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i have another beautiful thing to put behind us so we can all hang out. i got more bad news. i got bad, bad news: there is no news. fifty thing is yours. any end up a tree i give him credit for, which is a piece of a choir, he climbs. it's just that this airway is obstructing mine. getting the d fixed, which is probably giving you an outlet for some stuff you want to say about *my* d. even though they duke it out in the semifinals or something, there's a reason they get there. what a beginning here, you who made me. it was long. and he couldn't have done much wrong. and i think it's gone. there's a peach colour i don't actually have. it's a beautiful colour. living with him like he's a cousin. bedraggled and bedridden. or the other way around.
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220820
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raze
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two broke art sex begin having brogue with a rogue woman. he had never stared at the same three people. the best hearts. you let your license down. i'm felt named finn. with soul affection, how does our client work? kareem mussad. coke music on a folk field. that took him. and he was lacking a sort of ceramic bowl. we have a conversation while she stares at me. you know what land has taught me? it's harder than you think. one weekend. one wink. yes, i too broke from what happened to you. rome, and some undetermined parts. not in human slang lang.
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220821
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raze
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our crying garage. said in a sort of disgruntled-sounding female voice: "he's not gonna get everything." doctors insist he install a phone, even though he's physical. polish this off for me. how much do you have for polish in about three minutes? the police stun gun. they've seized it, ben. they've found it. ees sue bista. i don't want to be included in everything, but i'm fifteen. i think i'm basting. wife doesn't like it when you talk to her. who can it be? to the active hello: "hello." last week. so, three days ago.
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220822
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raze
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let's hockey. here's the lesson: did you go home tonight? i had a bunny and linguistics prove it to me today, and i sat hollowed out and empty in a hospital bed.
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220823
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e_o_i
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Pick up a brochure - ensure his voice will be dangerous forever.
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220823
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nr
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i lock my bedroom door, and that makes me more interesting than the people i'm writing with. have you ever asked without question why humans obey things ritually? i'm going to decode her purse into the phone. (i wonder how you can ask something without question...)
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220823
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raze
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look at the way they are two. based on what she said, just not be here for a while. amen, man. its startling point. you have to be one with the sun, or the hearing-you-all will be done. the black bone is a face in the book. draw the blinds for me. i'm pooped. infrequent, but not broken. i've got an ear for being joined and cheated on too. man and his highway. me too. what a difference. y'all are conceived in serena. i never touched you. ewan was a shaving cream today. i'd like to get my way in my future, limited by my first job. all it means is he was sitting here for about five seconds looking depressed. and at the end, i will show you how wonder you are.
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220824
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raze
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sparrow, look both ways before you spare a smile for me. she was never in my bed whenever i tried to move outside of the fog of sleep. people don't get it. they don't. i combed my hair for cigarettes. fifteen who are always in my bed, or close by. as someone told me — and it took me until recently to realize it — my life lacks in other areas, or real places. what flat washingtons. tuesday, wanna know the name of the embrace woman? i look at the other side of it when you're not there, and the gizm hasn't been respectful. that won't do. i will also eat my dirty darkness with me. i'm gonna have us. you wanna come out as something? now i don't make on the dirt floor. no kidding. he wants money to pay thursday. that insane picture. remove the picture. my ticklish mouth.
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220825
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raze
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burned antisocial ugliness. did somebody grow me? boze naj baze naj. i got something from mcnally in the mail. the email reads: "why have you not helped me?" i'm sorry i couldn't be there to make it all okay. i hope everything *is* okay. i grew up in a house full of limits. everything else happens for a reason. limits happen for a minute. the cape you want to wear to "super burrito". i think she's angry at the flies, shrinking them so they don't exist anymore. his love? it was never peeled. it takes too much. i put up in twenty minutes that i'm the only one who lost his death. you hit nothing, and it was exactly me.
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220826
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raze
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ulnar nerve telepathy. colours that are depleted as misintended. you saved the kids once. i got your menu. it was made for us. i looked at three or four pages. i like that it's the good thing. how many years ago i saw him through the wall. may, the 1967. old-timers get some more. every single lawn you're on. you told me something like, "now that i'm pickled..." ship ravener, she ignores everything i say. heavens to betsy. hollers from home. no point in stopping them. i'm gonna one-two to the store from now on. no more pain in the ass. canadians didn't start this. are you doing things?
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220827
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e_o_i
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When you're an old man, and have to shimmy and shive... ("shive" seemed to be a dance) Try to pee blue and orange, which is like the flag of Ukraine. (Dandelion yellow, but who's quibbling?) You can close your doors and paint your windows black, but you can't escape medication. Meditation?
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220827
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raze
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for the rest of her life, all she's gonna see are these long, silky strides. every ballerina needs a nuclear war. everyone is trying to take some evidence away from me. i figure as long as they've got us, that's two good reasons to stay around. it was a relief when he wanted to stop. i don't miss. i told her i'd be back. nothing is ever resolved. and that's always me.
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220828
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nr
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i was trying to write my dad book sometimes during my adjectives.
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220828
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should you come back, klaster over klaster. two lovers. two phat sex slaves. she also named her babies "baby" and "gene", which reminded me of you-know-who and you-know-what. pin pain shower. you have to be good enough to attract flies. how many more languages at language point? under pressure it feeds me.
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220829
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raze
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he never even came. i thought we hated him. well, i guess there's been several of those rumours. and for that, i do. i'm going out in the world to dream my dreams. bright of deep south fingers. succumb to the satyr and pill it all away.
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220830
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raze
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in musical chairs we don't suck on hair, and everybody stares, and blah blah blah. she'll probably come up with two more places that make her think of me and send them to me. i think there's something a little bit charismatic going on. the swing is stuck. the swing is smacked. is that who you're really attracted to? is it really us? i learned i make a difference helping skeletons. i'm the internet on the internet marinette. but i need a fan that's quiet. and this one isn't quiet. i stopped swimming years ago. it's like a peerless water direction. phone, edward? looking at the pace he lacks. and it never comes. they never stop. they can never be punished. we're gonna make some big changes. i'm not sure what. you jest mould air. that man who wants to be destructive ... that *is* telling, because he's not anything you could be.
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220831
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and the horse maneuver. no. no. stop answering. for as smart as you are, you're not alive. it's a mistake if we ain't. i'm an excellent crab. insubstantial through it all, i muck the rake. hospital reasons are worse. why are you like this? you'll come to find the real reason. yeah. 'cause we got jagged in the interval. i'm canadian. i can see. start making any other items tonight that simple. i miss minutes, and i'll be making those minutes count. my summer sent through stones. stop. apologize in order to be okay.
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220901
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raze
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anchovy anthology forever. in what select secrets have you evolved in the last ten years? i gnaw on it, a regular prifecta squad with someone. if you disliked "the_girl_with_the_dragon_tattoo", you won't like this either. a non-month realizing he should have stayed a month. later, on tv, you get a knife fight. i don't even know where i'm going to get away from them old apples.
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220902
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i'm not allergic to anybody. can i, alanis, touch it? oh, fuck. give me that baby finger. when you're looking for help, there shouldn't be other blocks stacked on top of it. no school is too small. in response to one of her sons making her biscuits: "i don't need the country doctor's bag of dotage."
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220903
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nr
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guess you don't wanna... brush my teeth or anything? (said semi-seductively)
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220903
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raze
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"i don't like it. i don't like the birds." is there anything he *does* like? blue jean bounce-back. dogs are okay.
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220904
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nr
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i hope you love some chaos too... well, be safe, everyone.
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220904
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sameolme
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still hanging out no idea what this dream may be
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220904
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sameolme
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these ideas, this flirt between wakefulness and dreaming conscious unconscious I live here
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220904
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raze
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always gonna be wrapped around him. there are things i wouldn't have tolerated. i like to think the poly pipe for the turnpike takes care of that. well ... he can do this. i can't. me and the wallpaper. and you can closed it as a kid too. this isn't a sew. is it? i'd help you helped sin for no reason. she pins her wheel to possibility. shows us what we know. here they make me grow. see all the old favourites in one place. these three get along less, or well.
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220905
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raze
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what i'm trying to say today: john carson. she started to develop some of that springing wail that's always been hers. and it gets louder and louder and louder. can i do too much? in the grand scheme of the boy's things, the knife is missing because it spells revenge. and i don't want to finish the macaroni puzzle piece. i have to go back in time for the wandering bear.
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220906
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raze
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no thinking. lilted. i'm a lilt when you do go. when that happened, it was impossible. the people didn't let him build on it. i bet the person he would have celebrated first if he could have left was his own birthday. certain nuts in chocolate get my tastebuds' attention.
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220907
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without her currency much. this week brings a friendship worth more than what it said to me. stop and realize this isn't a daycare for us. it's a gussied-up fast_food restaurant. i'm not angry, but this is just some uneven writing on the wall until things are balanced between us. who knows who walks across the rooftops?
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220908
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raze
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the cool of nobody. hell, he's forty. it must subtract from the lordy biscuits. i'll drink it every day when i don't feel steady, or diet. and that's true of life. she has friends in germany, so wink at her. send a smash because he's always tight about her. i am two turns of phrase away from understanding everything.
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220909
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raze
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the strength ball score. spy these cold hands out of majesty's hands. keep checking on my drugs this time. in my sixtieth decade, i cannot come to you every time. i think the sun is a sex toy. when all the cool people have left, you're alone with the progeny of your innocence.
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220910
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raze
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the total desperation of wonder. i don't think it takes anything away from them to leave the crumbs behind. the smaller the day, the farther away the time gets.
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220911
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nr
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what did she just say there? she clearly didn't say "my muscle."
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220911
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nr
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toxic cycle (welp...)
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220911
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nr
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gah! this was supposed to be under today_yesterday. (how did that even happen?)
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220911
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raze
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captain rage-quit. he literally was as big a producer as there was in the 1990s. no one could invalidate his work. she flings the door open with both hands. pay attention. that's your match. tuesday. could him stop tuesday? how much you gonna put on it? or are you gonna end up in debt again? when you close, the baby 'tatoes are good. i already forgot what you were saying.
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220912
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raze
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you ruined the cup. first one in there. she wants to tell *me* being a father. unfolding. you can learn what was your love, larry. love a naked loose. handmaid hogs. the institute of finer dining.
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220913
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raze
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wasn't it a good dinner, though, when you really think about it? i've been pumping down shadows in the sleeping rain. and if you ever run into escoban, tell him he owes me one — with a glass of dirt. if i'm cranky grade in me, it's because i just ate toast. visibility under blindness.
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220914
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raze
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music says what it has to say, even when it's outlandish or ugly. i didn't know he was gonna pay out of ice cream anymore. when he recriminated women and suffering. it started out nice. and i thought, "i'll leave this in until i can get arrested." he thinks he's carrying a lot of luck. there was a plane crash that killed everyone on board except for him. nice shot. it's totally lonely.
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220915
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nr
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he acts all relentless in this pit. last time i think i said "my feet on the guitar" accidentally.
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220915
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e_o_i
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Knock, knock! What's your *actual* language? Judeo-Christian values is getting our names to have sex with each other. Now the aspeldies, who don't "believe in" non-binary (exasperated tone) the "I have hair that's the same" club make spinach squares with oxygen I don't know whether you're a family or a separate instruction. You could walk into there and say, "I'll have a snooch and a mooch."
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220915
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an abusive cough drop understands. the satanic underwear surprise. could you please call me and have a crisis? i like the show "pants and all". i'm doing that thing where he can shame me in a very public place. lungers. maybe he's the only one we have. they thought the same thing: you're gonna be back with some more. what can i do for $10.29? there are other things we could do if we stayed here all day. but why bother?
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220916
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raze
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by then, we'll own the house and everything will be money. my dreams are made of sand, and each tomorrow sings of sadness. it's the pension and bean bags every day.
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220917
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nr
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what's in the pants, though? it was built on you. it took a lot of time and anger.
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220917
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raze
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always no. could i come home? that spells "me being comfortable hated". i was technically telling nancy. all they're doing is talking and shattering all their shared shards at the same time. did you hear that, marine? finally, someone wants a piece of your ass. come line up. better the soul is in the far soil. they pissed on most of our threads, but they're still going.
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220918
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raze
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they're freckled and kid-covered. it's very adulthood in maintaining what's necessary. ah, gif can't even dream today! we ended up playing something like nineteen years apart. and i can eat with him around. i'll show him.
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220919
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raze
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i can't bend him out. after he laughs and is shaving outside... don't tell me god isn't there. i see him every day in shaving cream. with whom i means ikea.
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220920
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raze
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the tall grass in windsor. this is what we have: plans. confinement and disfigurement. offspring who doesn't know elegance.
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220921
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raze
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you are chewing something. i'd like to hear what you have to say with a yack. with a drunk. that looks like a better version of our game. vision thirty-six. funny how tiny offspring can get the edge. three times i've looked for help so the popular version of saints can pray for us. i am not driving to the car and telling you where i'm going. hopefully they know it's late flight and not summertime. kerry's mom said she knew i was gay. she could tell it. we know how well you treat him when you feel like it. coleslaw is a champion. the t-shirt won't tell above your teachers.
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220922
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raze
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few of these things will be developed, but if you can't express them... the angels and bald souls. how have i ever lost against you? what's that? punishment? i don't know. and what impresses me is you say they have feelings.
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220923
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nr
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john would’ve evolved the giant squid.
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220923
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dr. fraux von floof-a-lot. the muscles have to rescue it in your thigh. cut back. he loves that game with all his hearts and wants to protect it. art doesn't always win. but beauty does. omar's brother justice vows to return. omar's other brother twain fails to make use of his twin outside of society. one of these aliases is hard to believe some of the time, and *really* hard to believe all of the time. kenny, guys. because mikael broke each one of your rubbers and not enough anus. i hate getting stains on my shorts. they come out in the wash — they better — but it's been a lonely ride.
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220924
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raze
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commentating was absurd on pointless points, but it was on target here. this is something new for my tea. no ... that's still from yesterday's bag. him not running at all to most people is funny to me. can we ever spit out a light that sensitive again? i've always thought retirement is the first time in life when you feel afraid. i see something strange, but this is the angriest, pruniest comment i've ever received on a receipt. i can hold up pessimistic records like anywhere i've won 1-3. but it's only me. can i do anything in late december, or am i hurting myself when i do?
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220925
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so gently as a front-runner. life's too valuable for it to end over something silly. at least i'm getting her furs a bit of a workout. there's a sickness in the thermostat. is there something wrong with our ordinary lives? always. you're my tender chicken and my macho nachos. i was like, "this is a loaded answer. they're not short enough to be my friends." almost felt like waiting to get old this week.
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220926
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i'm down with it. i'm down with it. i'm down with it. i'm down with it. (this went on for some time.) it's the greatest diary in the world for dumping sounds. i guess when she offered him the chandelier that had always been in the house, he said no. it was all they had. what i really think is compromised here is the queen. i forgive the petioles. "that's an aphid for you," she said. "always stealing what's already been lost."
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220927
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i thought he *would* dance with me. i'm surprised he hasn't started. stop whining. whining builds skills. no maid for the first five years inside of you. chuck privilege plays the blues. it is in ... one hour. she's got the devil in her. she's what i call "the death squirrel". "if it ever made it to rodney," he said, "none of this is going home with me." nobody gonna stick modes today. dawn fruit slide is her name. she's here.
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220928
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go ahead and get some light. take a look at what's left of the church. do you like what you see? knucklehead. they severed my income and gave me a young man's pension, because there's more money there. i've got cranky. i've got one more story. bedheaded daniel. chris can terrorize the organic ruck. i have placed parades around your neck, and a horny bastard of late. morse public. both bewildered out of spite.
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220929
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just touched you when it mattered most, and you didn't even phone in your reaction. zero 2004 coupons. but when you think of it... one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, spindly. all guard, and no guards are true. it's the beginning of a new phase. i do accept a dead animal on the maldridal. i'll leave you a few dimples and some squirrels at least, for sure. it's like he's saying, "well, now i'm competitive." squirrels are not food. what do you do when it's heck o'clock at night?
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220930
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he’s old. and bald. but not THAT old or THAT bald.
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220930
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oh shit. solitary italy hell. he should have married cardinals, but no curd blast. sickle at the puppy jar. have you tried?
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221001
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tell him, "my tat," which worked with a twenty. that's the expression: "i wish i hadn't". come home for my bf of a backhand. perform kicks of your own over the stadium wall. that key was distanced from the suss out of compassion. she could have bit my finger right off if she wanted to. thankfully that isn't in her. brooklyn tour anxiety. straight red race rock.
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221002
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she gave her her technical — all her word lobs. amber don't matter. egocentric wine. if i give them back to him, i'll have nothing to wear on my balls. they'll say, "this is what you should have rocked," and it won't be what you want. he is not in any objection to be shapeful. a place that finally gets it, where your recipe is about your shit and your art is about your run. you could use a walter who cares about the future. song-haired sister sadie. i punished the bedroom. i punished the pee pees. what you might need to make it better is to baby it.
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221003
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i went insane at an auction. my effort died without signalling. marital difficulties, forgetfulness, and lint. he's saying it as if before he even reads them the pages are here. i have no recollection of the home i spent in not home.
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221004
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raze
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or else i needed comfort. why would they cheapen me? they're my niece. pete's here. shoots the mirror. you really speed me, don't you? pie: worst case scenario.
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221005
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this eleven ... you know what it needs? it needs a twelve. i'm gonna mop it up. i don't mean to be long, but this hasn't been going well. come up here and talk to my loof. i wanted to get some relief from myself and not cause someone else's words stress. charmed and bitten. you caught us one cold look. he never signs off. she never comes home. listen to me, lopez.
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221006
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raze
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right in the opportunity. i think the numbers are back. oh, to be seventy-two and still have an inch of hair between my toes. belligerent bunny. fourteen years of bushes. one tear of burning. causes blurps and good golfing. i gotta get more money in the sink.
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221007
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burly girl and the yo_yo.
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221008
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i have flunk out of relationship. a bite on the neck from catherine quebec. we'll give 'em better than they deserve. are we parting it with how long we played this, or keeping it to a premise? and if i showed up like this yesterday, he would say, "who's here?" hyper-adorable. not making sense with floyd. homely growth. halloween dark dream. i'm not supposed to mess things up here, am i?
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221009
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raze
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didn't tell me anything. you hang on every minute. he ran up to me and brought the house down. i've been watching the devil with a warm pickle.
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221010
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it's just a bit of antiperspirant. oh yes. oh no. questions are important, though. it hurts. but it's also magic. don't think about her yet. wait 'til you're awake.
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221011
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e_o_i
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What that talks about itself is silent? Orange guy gets to do voiceover in a fun-filled city (1st voice, sing-songy): Constantinople showed his con-stanti-NIPPLES! (2nd, grumbly): That's a silly history channel.
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221011
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you have a long line in what's fresh. none of these hours. only my own recollection of tired poetry. over the weekend, 'cause it was packed and raining. i think at some point i'll be skin and batter, and whatever. he's such a punk asshole. every physical spray its framework. cancer of the brainstem.
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raze
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apparently a parrot annoys everything. a millet's game. i'm sad about it, sure. why couldn't i be? i wouldn't trade you for all the ice cubes in the world. it's something i can start doing without causing damage to their body. fire-breathing blanks.
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221013
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no. no sparking on sundays. i can't spooge in there. he'll know. and so will i.
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221014
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nr
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i swear that she has a refreshing shadow.
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221014
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raze
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we're next saturday.
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221015
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raze
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stupid towel. i'll say it. ten minutes. i'll get there. two months? she wasn't even gone for three years. i bet if people walking through the park are honest, they don't like to see that shit either. how you make it compact and expansive at the same time is really impressive. i'm not disappointed. just worried about you.
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221016
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nr
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goose. so he needs a hangover.
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221016
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raze
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i thought the same thing. it hurts to heal me. it's incredible — the skill they took the charge with. he seems to think i'm putting him on. that's a saying that turned into a movie. he takes a hazelnut to the fence that looks an awful lot like you.
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221017
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raze
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my notes on this subject are scattered and comprehensive. i'm going to be out back, feeding my friends. over the years you can feel it.
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221018
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explain some things to me, vick. the wilderness facility. agreed if anything was ever wrong to drop everything. she's wearing a different kind of fence today. he'll hang with friends. we'll throw in your fucking under, because...
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221019
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raze
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it works. honesty is really great. i would have forced these findings on you. we'll sell him back down to the fairy. you gotta try, even when you got no rope. they give it to holders so i can have it on display during this time.
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221020
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raze
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as long as you're taking chores. should i go tango? sometimes, when all you can do is probe... to say i said "i don't know what to say yet" would be right. the lines just break.
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221021
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raze
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a new campaign for those idiots. and i'm quite unique. i ate my own massage. it's a great necklace, with great characters.
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221022
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raze
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you need to support other people and all this stuff. your privacy is only worth your birthday. they're both shitty human beings. so whoever loses, the economy wins. afraid to jump. afraid to run or hide. they don't belong to me, but they're mine.
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221023
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raze
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ahoy, cheese curds. i saw them circling, but they don't circle like they always do. are they like, "no, boo!" only triggered by goodness?
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221024
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raze
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it destroyed us. in a way, it ripped through our relationship. it was hard to fuck with their clothes off. he's got a kid on a back motorcycle. caring aversion behaviour. he was on the road, and the dog was leading him, because he wasn't paying any attention to anything.
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221025
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kerry
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why do teacups have their particular shape?
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221025
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he's got two hip phones and a microphone. garmoop. margoop. i'm your husband now. speaking of the waters, it fell into the falcon.
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221026
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raze
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we're pretending we're not sick. what was the need to know eventually. i have to give you a back rub in all the places you're feeling me. these days are tough.
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wait ... it's a *gown*? uh-oh. the actor's in trouble. i don't have to tell the people to put it all to hell, but... it sounds like you have a lot of brothers and sisters. i fucked up and turned around and realized i should have stayed. i haven't seen kevin eat that much candy since 1932. if you're gonna do french and english, that's a way to have some fun with it. blue and better bruises. and if we can't, it's not as if it's gonna be stolen. not to tell you that you need to change. it's not your problem. you need to give her a peanut. distorted vision.
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nr
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you have to ascertain that chickpea situation.
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i was just thinking in terms of rest. turn on your piano player. if you want to have an efficient kitchen, have different drawers for different things. i looked at brown while you were down.
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221029
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raze
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the air conditioner's gonna be one of those days. abrasions for life.
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nr
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something like "love isn't everything. but it's a lot of things. it's a lot."
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raze
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and i made that just being on. nipple taste test. one-hit wonders granulate to the theme of love. really? you can't even get the saddest gas to wheeze from your ass? that's strike three. that's trite. it's always drift o'clock. the favourite signs of sanctimonious sleep. heedra. heedra. has there ever been a line? and if you watch two more videos, you'll be astounded. inertia. i flirted with indifference in there. half the reason the world's afraid today: termites.
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221031
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raze
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the man who acts like water is insulated. having interest-free payments helps. after that little poem came out today, it's still rumbling a lot. do you know how it begins? is she just gonna say "including him"? i don't even have to try when someone says i'm doing something wrong. i don't know if those asses work that much, long-term. fill your head with more than nothing. at that point, how was "baywatch" painless?
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221101
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cold, cold, cold, cold heart. drowning at the water's edge.
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raze
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did you take home an extra mouth? i was in tears. that doesn't fit in. thank you, the worst leather. i haven't been able to make it. open up a headache for thus. thus, joy picks up. it's not "believe we know". obviously he was in pain in three different places. i thought you hated me. the lines are cool. friend has been dumbed down a little. but i see her as this. you can't change that it's so human and undisciplined. is gone, and will always be gone. foam rubber. i wonder if this stuff would be good to insulate their dens. i was under the car. there was a surprise reaction from a non-violent viewer. so success just forages with success like a badger. without flux, i think we would have just cracked a hundred this month. you're a fine brick of cheese.
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221103
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raze
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he must not take me into his catacombs. just sit the fuck down. we're putting off what we can in cards here. she's a squirrel on the garage roof. in this scenario, she's a stripper. and the pinkie. whoops. here we are. we hint at past lives.
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221104
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raze
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last year: sear seven pain. isimosen osoto. isimosen apota. rubbing halloween on the house. lemon scotch conviction. that's a pun for "a man, whom i am". i know he's a nut, 'cause when i look in the mirror... hey chihuahua. guess who loves him? on the one hand, it isn't a complete guitar. that's like snapping at me and saying, "you need to care about a tree."
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221105
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raze
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all my sober texts, okay? with me bringing dogs out for you, do you have a minute? i wasn't a person. yeah, you started it. do i mean my heart on the floor? no. HEART ON A ROLL. i don't think i even named my computer.
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221106
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raze
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he *is* a nice guy. the onset of loser. charlene demurs. it's too early to be out and about. even chompers marry checkers bombs.
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221107
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raze
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i never owed you money or diminished the sound of your voice. meanwhile, during hurricane emma... but if they have lucky chemistry, anything's possible. you can't upset a shopping cart. it has no feelings.
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221108
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raze
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waterboarding water buffalo. he was upset for about ten people for this, because he had a very good cry. i'll try to hold it right now, but if i hold it at love, it probably won't sound very good. i feel a lot of love for them. even the ones who have hijacked planes. dead bay cookies. the furious farting of a motorcycle man.
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221109
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e_o_i
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Q: Who died and made you emperor? A: Queen Elizabeth the First!
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raze
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she had no experience for about four years. and look at the way she sploots. one hand would basically be giving you free rein to coach from wrinkled saline. a steep chase. charlene comes really close to his face to see what he's eating. i just leave. poet coats are not my friend. in the hospital with something hard in my chest.
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221110
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raze
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i don't know who comes back next from a degrassi. helen belequa sat in the squad car, wide-eyed but gone. i had a guinness shot. i knew it was gonna happen. with all due respect, this show was supposed to run for five seasons. you don't undercut that by trying to spread dissent. it was decade. but i hate that.
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221111
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raze
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i'm gonna consider giving piers a call, because he attacks any environment. everybody sets up and functions what they have. yeah. i wonder if i cut you off in my dreams. laser pig. woven weaponry.
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221112
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raze
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we fart that from our hogs. years after she gave up on the idea of them doing anything good, they made a masterpiece called "galleria". and which one of them moves across the street? the strange satan asylum. from fanfare.
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221113
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raze
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on friday, 8:25. hair so deep, and feed those lips. does that mean you hump your septet to get a sextet? our endless aimless room. layers of chaos that mouthed off with his back. every time it happened, i sent him a picture of a pipe with a golf ball stuck above its gullet, trying to get it in. i can't believe how beautiful you are, and how long you've had me look at that period. bet foods. and eventually change to the predator pre-plan club. meanwhile, there are people who are tired and have had about enough. he's kissing the grocery store guy. i smell water and wake up.
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221114
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raze
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how can you toot to me?
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221115
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raze
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i dumb this. can you tell me so it's clear? daniel dejaw: the guy you hate. yay. you're not one who leads. you try and understand.
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221116
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raze
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"can do: dwo blues" by the B52s. he was nondestructive. he was a fiddler. there's no one out there in the cosmos who cares as much as we do. if there's any of you 'skites who can sort out rivalries with your despair... from his house, to encino, to cold again.
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221117
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nr
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i mean, i don't make a million dollars every time i wake up.
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221117
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raze
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morning's song fills my ears. tortava. the crowd is out of control. it shouldn't be too small. bibliarachi. the one who's rather game, who's something. you should have done that. you shouldn't have done that. he threatened to kill you. not very outside, but please epic. he loves his own voice, you know?
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221118
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raze
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he can't get this warden out the door. six tracks. no harm in telling yourself "wham" for the sake of a stiff today. there didn't seem to be a way loose unless you were my mother. a chest full of pastureland.
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221119
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raze
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make the green toilet happy. beautiful flavourful literature. say nothing. say he wasn't invited. i'm glad she's calling in every day. caterpillars have celluloid research. when miller does that, you can really run. haunted. undaunted. i don't believe anything is forbidden.
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221120
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raze
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memorable voice like a meatloaf mayhem. the cold compassion of loss. i don't know what's good to see you. damn, man. beyond what's going on. making yourself a beeline. throwing a selfish sock. he had three different says in his house. four if you count the way he looked at me.
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221121
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raze
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the humidity from the lunchroom is the kind of person he is. here without settling south. the fire of it was him telling his maker. i'll give you a graphic of what i said last night. i'm here with you, and you're here with me.
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221122
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raze
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a man has an accident. we'll go see that little black kid. i didn't feel radical. i felt all alone. you get bullied into song. i might chore of it. i don't care if i do. i don't care if i don't.
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221123
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raze
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nuts are the currency we speak. the closest you can get are these things i'm going to say to you, which are the worst things. air jam's in there too. if points actually allow me to find you... it's like fifteen hours. of course she's not gonna eat that. he's pretty pale for each season.
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221124
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nr
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i went over to my parents' going "manup garum, manup garum," and they were relaxed. (apparently "garum" is a fermented fish sauce. the only thing i found on google for "manup" was some men's group, but my brain pronounced it like "ma-NUP," not "man up.")
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221124
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raze
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send them after john the salesman. there's four in a shit room, 'cause it's shit in a vacuum. a blue bikini behind the clouds. thanks a lot for the nougat.
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221125
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raze
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i had her. i just didn't think. for ten days. for ten days. i hope you like the ten days. it just wasn't johnny good. it burned down for me to tell her. because they can't cut it themselves, but they know someone who can. eight o'clock. i think i said something right. something to the effect of... will that win with your type? the spirit of gloves continue. that's what you're trying to speak to me? that truth is power? new guinea dancing pig.
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221126
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raze
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i was a peanut girl, and i didn't want to wait financially. you'd be upping the envelope ante. there's no spirit to andujar's tale. i don't want to hear anything. i don't want to hear peaches curdling. i don't want to hear lemon grass. i have some diamonds that rip the garbage pail apart.
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221127
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raze
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special things that cause special kinds of weirdness. respect is all the full you have in get. you're not getting something that they don't think of anymore. he's gonna bury it. that's a good boy. who are you, jaws? i don't like pricks without leaves, though. nothing more that i can move to or help with. i may make mistakes, but i'm a quality person. later, in santa fe. baked goods in the news. dinner again. last instructions: soul whipper. the guy in mexico, he calls me mister. i wish not only that you couldn't be here from the beginning, but that everyone could jot down what you say. i'm gonna jump on it now. james jones will put up filtering for how great james jones is. pinch follows fellow's four finches. this is mixed me apart.
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221128
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raze
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and put the swiss fibre in his tent. hey. usually makes you fight and swing like this. it made what's happened happen. your shit had substance and weight. she survived surviving. a guess. a hunch. a tampon. that's his long name. his irritative name is different. he made a great not-popular album with these disgusting-tasting lives. i hope it's so bad you can't get out of it and it malfunctions every thought you ever had. raw. not range. had to be sure. a weekend of sick kids spent. his name is jameson. a stranger's two sides. it doesn't matter what i come up with. someone else will come up with something better. the formula for spitting in people's faces. i usually circus valley vast.
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221129
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raze
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you can't hold on. it's one thing to have it made. it's another thing to get married. someone with a sneer that's cruel in fist. you realize extensively it isn't happening. say, "good intentions evaporate in my eyes." half-asleep scorn. i tried to warn one, and i just ended up looking like shit. your bread is the word that got us ahead. she only bounced her tray twice in its life. tobogganing blues. that's the song that i gave you. quaalude guns.
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221130
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raze
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it's terrorized my onslaught. no one would let a trip to the tower end after thirty-nine seconds. i got an email a while back. something squirrel-related. which i guess is her way of saying hello without actually having the courage to say anything. an ominous grey squirrel is in the tower. a blue_jay does the splits on the right power line. prior to being pink. looks like a real ghost was here this morning. serious stuff.
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221201
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raze
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the carver pulled out because of being stuck for that shit. with casual casts, they don't know. i was climbing up your flash fiction. if it's loud over here, it's loud for him too. i'm not taking any chances.
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221202
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raze
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they have a nice game truck. i can drink my own cleavage. it's best not to tell a lie. rko blend, or this bread being an asshole. mmpvpq. four colours rain plus chimney. yeah, if you can do it once or twice... you guys can win. i'd rather capsize. the fist he wants is right beside his face.
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221203
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raze
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i'll represent you. bosnian bullshit. fuck bags of shit. critics too. dr. deadencouch. a rare tactic that controls the herd with a grace i've never seen. i thought that was you again, but the dodge was coming over. looking for a dead dog's spear. but i'm pretty sure one is four hours long, and he doesn't have that.
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221204
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raze
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i'm the same way in touching him now. thank you for asking. i'm sweet and fine. he used that pain. that kind of kept him from it all day. set you up in the pekong office. fly away this morning. i wish she could show up. and it takes, like, thirty thousand years. spicy moon berg. i'm in the army. i'm gonna put it in a hole marked "deceit". they hype kijiji. they play it on the streets. she was the whole point of this injury. you have pavement. i have peace.
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221205
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raze
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tell me what's makable, and we'll see. the hug and tug. all of fate loves a loser. i grabbed you again for a year. rutabega? i'm a dude, buddy. she's horrible to the candy (and to live with). i don't know if it's true, or if we should just believe it. so, it was pretty surprising when she showed up out of joy on a friday. not getting into filthy tables and bathroom stalls.
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221206
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something that harmonizes to help him. i like believing this. i'm not condemning anyone. i had a terrible dream. at nine years old, i didn't know how to feed a lemon. thank you for saying that. i needed to hear that from you. they tell you how inadequate your hockey plans are. thank you. it's up to you. i used at least six bags. it's because he didn't want this. beer and wine kept providing a broad base for the flag. the attitude seems to be, "when they get sick, it was their time to go." i'll pet *you* in the snow.
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221207
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raze
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imagine the socratic method. i probably spelled it wrong. chicken: c-l-o. ask me how. probably never happened. i wouldn't give the one you've got to get the one you need. looks like — sounds like — it's very, very clear. 11:11 dildo. we'll have a cigarette phone that's related to issues. i don't have any left. i don't think he has any left. no ... he has a couple. last her here last year.
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221208
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big screen face. sometimes things change. you eat a third apple and nods noted. you can shatter me all on your own. he has an opportunity to lean into chaos. deep down inside back then. theodore's component kids.
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221209
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raze
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this is a pity of a disaster. i guess when he was walking, waiting around became too much, and i pissed briefly. la mocha. he leaves for never, not knowing why. at the last second, they dove down into the clouds. over the orchard someone kisses you, and you call for help. stammer. because i love my logo.
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221210
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for most of the day, she was on par with the world and its counterpart. jonathan, these are fresh squirrels. the other one aged really well in proposition. i applied a streak to leave a hole in all of stratford. price what you don't know. it is bitchy how his scenes are recalled. because i'm presenting so much stuff, i do it myself. yay! new numbers! i ate teejai's food and turned my stomach around. that's really simple. she's really messed up, and she wanted an audi. they love it. there's something awful about the enclosure. this team has no dialogue at all in the opening minute. eat your novella. my retinue had a dollop of tourney back there. ... and arguably found to be ... i can't do this, or i'll get in trouble. but... these guys spend too much time at home. i sent him a note, but whatever. we'll see. call it a failed experiment. but all these experiments need to be a certain length. all he had now were dirty visions.
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221211
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raze
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these spices aren't advantages. they're fruit of the human. fragile in peru and shit sticks. that's why it tells me that if you get the steps... because absolutely. how you feel about a soccer player shuts you down.
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221212
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your pleasure. your hat. what did the lion take? what's it called? they don't have to talk to you. that doesn't mean a thing. and i'm getting that. wipe my ass with five babies, and all that stuff. you're vacant. you're stiff-eyed. we don't have any more accidents. simone got hot when stolen. when you went in to see if people didn't know we're real... i didn't know. i wish i knew. pugs: to put salad inside it. new farmer intro music. i see two sharps falling away from him. for a while there, it was exactly what i needed.
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221213
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i let it go. i couldn't really breathe, though. i thought the ranks would thin, but they've expanded. the comic value entertainment. this proud old oyster can hold his own against anyone. dirt. whoosh. things. you. it's great, but it's also timeless. no more repellent in the tempsey bay. you wanna keep stones? i guess that's a nine-year plan.
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221214
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a grey sky cancels our plans for the day. it just happened, which newsom is complexed about. i'm typing as fast as i can.
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221215
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you're kind of organized. don't find them. baby bunny way, with the access points all pointed in. nonsenses and fictions. a class of them full of each other. rust decides to sneak back up to the tower and pee. oh yeah. was that yesterday? yes please. to take stuff on, even when it upset her and made her cry. never find a tomato. she wasn't when we were doing that. lasting a bee like a fool only helps a fool.
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221216
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raze
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who are ya, goria treed? goddamn adam ants? he didn't do a thing. he's sucking on a tree and asking if i want one. tourists tracing tales. by the time you wrote it, my bag was gone. dark central. just stay out of his shit then, victoria. an act of evil wanting. he knows it's me. i go through many chairs, because they've taken it. "he's gone with the full spirit," i've seen someone say.
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221217
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raze
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in the okay rendezvous. it's in a birdlike box. i seem to be going again.
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221218
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raze
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dude, i can knock your ass out. 12:20 something. fuck him. you lied to me once, and i got ptsd. demand a trade. demand a request. retrospective. can't you read the seeds? i wait and hand mike. he seems a little nonplussed. i don't think i've ever seen wings in jean-claude's career. a swollen somebody mister. hit with the harm of vicious pleasure.
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221219
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our home, which is like a saki net. can you borrow shirts? old navy. that's the place to be. beach ball vomit gum. that's twenty_one years i'm gonna go. three years in canada. a lot more than anyone nailed. i think you might already have a neighbour, even though she's the fastest thing i've ever seen.
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221220
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you've already income taxed it. that goes against the fifteenth teller, and i can hear her now. sorry, man. are you being serious? stir that, simone. beepy weep. i will pursue the other side through various objectives. the day goes down.
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221221
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it was still kind of cool and stuff, and wait 'til you see. coo. i'm sure she gets anxiety if she doesn't get nuts. the stink of steve martin and henry thompson. it's been two weeks today, which is actually a month. its teeny tiny good temper.
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221222
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i don't want to do anything while we're sleeping, like ruminate and murder my pet fish because of this. there was too much thought and demarcation to forget the pieces. it's so dark, and cashmere is many. the last two in our left i'm really not concerned about. chasing your house all over facebook. he's not human, or even cynical. i watched that fight. stopped not getting it. it's nothing when he said half an hour to an hour. girl, no dying anytime soon. it's a pure creativity. can i have a sip of my cinnamon? no one's leaving the house for a while. they counted. they calculated while i started talking to you. i want to kill you with words and mine unlined babies from your throat.
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221223
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insects are perched. you gotta get to the house as a steady walking ham. it's not time to be transitive yet. they gave him two tires, an enclave, and an administrative assistant. looks like yours. you won't be able to smell it. that's something you don't say every day: "i'm having an argument with the punisher in panama." this has been water for the rock tree. what if we hit you in the face as you stood and/or had someone stand with you? we found a fan for every installation. that's either a chorus or it's really, really bad. can i get some more? their peel inside gives me a hand. it's about being an educator. he knows this man knows how to cook. all along the toilet terminal.
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221224
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we conjure an incredible amount of salt. our community. our immunity. i'm only showing this appreciation after realizing everything i look at gets gone. he was here, by his stomach. i think he shocked or hurt himself while he was trying to hurt me. let's combine. i spoofed this movie, and it really hurt.
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221225
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raze
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supernatural sunset squeezes. on the road alone, in search of another practice. idiots are dirt america.
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221226
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raze
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i think he'd be better if he was playing piano. he's like a little puppy. i talk to him.
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221227
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nr
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revolved motion is one swell haul! the largest little thing, i know.
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221227
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you feed a rhino, and then he couldn't dive rapid. a fight broke out in vitriol flames. sizzles and spat. when we move to ward four, there's a rule that wildlife must be respected.
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221228
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i don't care if that's ten to forty-eight hours. the fact that i heard it tomorrow tells me there's probably going to be a family meal tomorrow too. it's a weird kind of music that defies a simple explanation. people like that ... when they get humbled by some pain they're not expecting, it makes me happy. but he's such an old man. now he doesn't move so small. snails are charismatic.
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221229
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nr
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i don't think there's room for pine-curious.
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221229
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raze
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sorry if vintage isn't tarnage.
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221230
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he had a bad television tattoo. i'm a better believer in the r for "leave her". and what angry body's going to die? it probably makes sense if they deal with it. gord opens the door, blowing a huge load at the same time. i am not your lawyer. i'm a drastic penguin. "i hear one," she says. "i'm six feet tall." he's drunk and he's just... they lied. they gave me good company.
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221231
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e_o_i
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Wait, white people can swim? (disbelieving) That's my candy job. If God loves us, God also loves water. Presumably.
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221231
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raze
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i'm gonna tell him, "then go skiing." mild spike. a full female body inspection isn't necessary when changing clothes. as an aside, i'm told every woman lets her full feelings into her body in the fall. you watering hole wasn't yours. from what i'm told, it wasn't even wet. my own galloping crossing. script woes? i expected those. but the tension kept building. that's what terry would do. not tame enough to bury after swallowing to almost bury it. give up their guns. they rubbed it in their thirties. no one's found the joys of two thousand yet? take a look. crude christian thomas. for the walnut, i'm shovelling in the snow. i told you what not to do. it's generally joyful. all it needs is new typeability. when you scared me, things you said you never saw. this has been thirty-two years in. it's been. "london calling" cancelled my contest moccasins.
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230101
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raze
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he makes his whole life out here. better than the anti. they surround on spaghetti did. michael smith has never really worn a whale, you see. the bedraggled and bedazzled yuppie. life's a bomb. let it blow. we've been blending church lately with the beloved boston celtics. the two of them are about the biggest, most corrupt dick holes in the universe. people are nothing. an eye will.
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230102
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at the very end of that road, you lost it. when i first joined the chemistry team... fur company. the power to put that in the clubhouse. that's one in the packet. i'd swear he is. fertilize it with actors. i stuck my nose in it this time. and nearly enough time to buy me into canada. she's a gone little rich girl, stranded on the streets of detroit. hot like ham in the middle of the summer, on christmas day. friendship that requires more chewing would be nice. they all do the same thing, and i never met that brick. sometimes he'll call me "singular react" and stuff like that.
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230103
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raze
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hypothermia isn't just for people. food is also afflicted.
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230104
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raze
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a new blanket for an un-wrong poe guy. he was employed, and the progression was worse. well enough for me to leave my friends. turn the love light on. late at night we were together about three or four times. it's not a dark album. it's an "i am waiting" album. give that to your family. give that to your friend. a singular soul. at this point, i'll bake what i can pet. i'm crazy for your favour.
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230105
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raze
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you're not strung. personal sound sourire. that's annoying. there are things that don't get added to if we don't add it, too. finding a toxic restaurant. mud lane blacktop.
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230106
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raze
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laura. laura is frozen. he hides from the handlebars. fifteen-point defence. the sun makes the baby rhino a living wage. the toaster doesn't work, but someone knows how to toast the bread. there's a way to do it so you don't kill the person. that's what he did. not at first. not that i didn't see you. nurr: electric blurs.
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230107
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raze
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i, fat fucking cupboard. it thinks you're here. it thinks you're late. and it doesn't want to talk. today's guest is jan hooks singing "jock river". i've done that for him if it isn't simple. send me a sigh. we should have kept it to have a couple nights in it and left it there. what a friend we have in cheeses. well, you roared, returning. he's two steps away from deliverance. i'll get you to come back with me. i'll let you. you should tell her just for the loss of alarm. he knew the joker had a medical history.
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230108
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if not her, if not this abuse... your surprising lane watched you tonight. it fell to me to inhabit them. it's a sad snake tactical choke. boo-hoo to refried beans last_night. i can't eat that. how the night is over. she's glad she doesn't have to talk to anyone anymore. you can't ignore the station when you're the stingy one.
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230109
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nr
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if you're planted? but it's great to see young arms fade.
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230109
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raze
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and the love he got out of those wings? even more horrifying. miraculous. bury bonds. if he shows up late, i'll still be in heaven. a surprising amount of humanity. grooming your head, your toe, and even your post.
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230110
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raze
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i think i took his hand when i saw the way he looked at me. morning waffles behave differently. a matter of my motion. i do wish i could return it, but there's pleasure if i don't earn it. i read that design in the article, 'cause she resent it. when they can find it, they get another one. there's zaza and the banana peel. a single squirt of sound.
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230111
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raze
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up and out of the earth. i was worried about my shoulder. claudia kisser. craig boxy. tips over times. there are diamonds in backwards. she eats one off the drop and gathers herself for the gun. i got some really nice pumpernickel shortbread crab cake. it's too hot for her to have any fun outside.
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230112
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raze
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if i knew what they were saying, i wouldn't even care. are those given the better sep, or...?
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230113
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raze
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i can try to figure out i hate as long as i pee. look for the true door. it's more of a typo. you sneezed and linked to you. but missing the sunset made me change the time. do you want to have the computer? he just took one out of trust.
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230114
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raze
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like any number, how did you remember all this? foo foo foo fuck fuck fuck fuck. "its emptiness you know," she said. she don't need three more. no more forehand. she's already using eco angels. when he's trying to figure out what he wants and his son says, "let me do it." bloating it up in this case. it's perfect the way it is.
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230115
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raze
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they have a heart. they have a privilege. lauren climbs back into the tree. no one's hanging out with me. wind is fork tree nimrod. that seed was for lily, who takes a while to bloom. jesus. that little pumpkin gets into it. superficial feet have a lot of explaining to do. the pin hook is for sale. it's not ready to play. frozen bits of foliage wait for me to fall.
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230116
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raze
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yeah. i get my mothers done. i'm learning a predator's bite is just enough to get them through the cold. you know something? i don't blame that bitch for being a problem. three wingers wore my hands. that kind of bond was tight, but we can help this incident. that's the extent of firmware you should expect now. we can find it super dead if we want, i'm sure. you want me to? there is an ssd movie event. ruined pixel. they were the best parts of town. isotope. isotope. piece of string. no wonder i did it. i can't sing. deep inside this everything, he's okay. at least i think he should be.
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230117
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raze
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i know your language hurts. i don't believe it's him. read it and then squeeze it.
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230118
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e_o_i
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"gunton" (a kind of food, like grits maybe) I check out the hockey place and birth controls. Maybe those thoughts weave through, despite the fact that Amara Vadhi from Bibi banned most of the music.
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230118
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raze
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hang your head and hang out with us if you want. i must re-win our portion. a few very condescending. a few that are dead. she can put her foot down and send her body that way for fear of how big she is. she's done that to me a few times. i believe it.
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230119
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raze
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why would you ever try? if you ever tried... with adult intentions. that's just the extra special sauce on top. on the verge of something small. hippos camp with us. that's the malibu's, and every fair loser's. interplates. i gave her 52% off or something.
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230120
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raze
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two months have passed, and everyone is still here. we gotta beat those pizzas. it's nuts. with your positive thinking and your toilet bathroom charts. want me to say anything, or...?
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230121
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raze
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it's gonna be one of the first nuts he's seen that hasn't been taken away.
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230122
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raze
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how 'bout a bachelor salad dressing? the question is, what medical procedure can people have to prevent creationism? i'm never gonna quick with paul. save me a place too far from me.
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230123
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raze
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until the lines divide, there's nothing blue. gotta get me some new cry-away glasses. i guess it's our house, so we'll just tip it over.
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230124
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raze
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i went ground and then the sorts, instead of the other way around. it gets way worse. i dream classic rock songs sometimes. faint fish. i defeated that.
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230125
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raze
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if someone pushes music to the rhythm, it falls asleep. it just stands there weakly collecting possibilities. the kind things grow in a fixed affair. you can see if you liked the cinammon. that's a sad fate to befall the tartar sauce. well, have you note-checked it?
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230126
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raze
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no shape to the shadow of longing.
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230127
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raze
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i can do anything but debase you over that year. he was counting on a lot of taunts and micky wards. this is the album people wanted to be fine again. maybe you were separated and you never knew.
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230128
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raze
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it became the encore that i saw. i watched it come into the sask of the moon. the instead of the. if you see someone from a certain distance, they can try to trick you. a self-written range of something. two toonies. washing away the clouds in the hope of finally being spoken to. i had no one now, and i have nothing else. i can't understand his children wanting him to do it.
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230129
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tender_square
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the suicide note was left...
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230129
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raze
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i was going through all kinds of trippy things — for example, tapping on death before death falls over to blanket you. she talks about two fabrics. zero, one, two, three. drape your darkness over me.
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230130
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raze
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just gonna scrub my finger.
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230131
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raze
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you just sold your health. the funeral seems to be the pusher. how could you not follow the dream? i don't want to get an appointment. i don't want to pay. they call him the idiot american. that's what it looked like was happening when i was out there. i got up early because i'm a loveable mongoose. i gotta look forward to it, please. the car didn't come from what. it was probably come from me. it's such a wonderful thing to get back from that. to pass home on fire. it belts off original steel. i like steel. maybe this is form. maybe this is how it gets made.
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230201
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raze
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she brings them by to catapult their teeth out. some people look at a crematorium once just to see. balleting my son's current partner. in your safe stuff shell.
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230202
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nr
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turn labs are where it's at. everyone knows he's a filthy and terrific accent.
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230202
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raze
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interlinking before and after. how will i know it's always you? (this one reads like the strangest personal ad ever placed:) twelve-year-old needs unproduced riches of rest like the others. windsor likes to claim it was saying, "come, be stupid and shit on me." i'm surrounded by good trees. if i called your name or went inside ... if i got you drunk with a siren in the house ... even if i somehow got locked outside the house, i would spend an hour shitting with my computer. he lost the fool for betting blind. kill the fools in their own house. i don't understand. i get myself across the room of whoever makes it. spotted kangaroo. goals are infurial. they hit me behind the power line. wait on a sunday. it's not worth it. a cover lost mine after a tragic bird fight. he was too consumed with blood plans to heckle something. i finally took the liquor out of the mansion, and i'm free.
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230203
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raze
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look, i wanted to present this to you. you wrote me back to mark every occasion, whether it was friday or the birth canal. landing on a nearby train, you feel alarm in a city landscape. us kids stick together. kind of like depression.
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230204
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raze
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the umass in your head. you're an american spaniel. deal with it. packing up costumes and beers.
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230205
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raze
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what's next? ma's noise. i'm looking for the post-credits sequence. and this is where they go. they hide in my gropes and standing water. from dog floor to mandate. (sung:) insanity feels like money in my hands. we are a trash can whose eyes adapt to the stand, because if i don't hear of any circumstances in mind... zona. fat lobster loses fat.
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230206
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raze
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pumpkin gets off some pee on the main blocks. we prove our connection to capitalism by cutting ties. ten two. the blood flows all wrong.
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230207
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raze
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catch a bit of instrument pride. frozen library card. nirvana best sounds. circle diets. twenty-seven filtration systems.
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230208
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raze
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people informed me they'd have the best locomotion for abandoning me.
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230209
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raze
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against having the wind dry. if this is the runt of the litter, and this is how the woman treats me, i am blind. books and minerals, or minerals meant for adults. first you had to see me in yourself. then you were at that deception. i could not go to bed without this. literally. in the last eight years, this is my peace dream.
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230210
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nr
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hit the shit. not today, but tomorrow. before they came over.
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230210
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raze
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hover your category like a cowgirl in front of the prize. unconventional halic tops.
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230211
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raze
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orange fam, orange fam.
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230212
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e_o_i
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An uncompromising dog turd, frozen by gravity I was just twelve when I was fifteen. Why would you scratch me for intelligence? Ehh...it's not a grenade. There's no headache. Different structures of wave and water. I'm not interested.
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230212
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e_o_i
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(Last year or so ago, I got "I was ten when I was fifteen." I guess I'm getting older?)
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230212
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raze
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you always saw the nicer ties. you've got a bit of a snoopy thing going on.
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230213
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raze
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dcnt nap. early planning suggestion. learn to laugh and show me the embarrassment of communication. shover. a dove is a source of food and chronic diatribes. something to keep in mind from yesterday: bird kills cold.
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230214
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raze
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if he doesn't kill me, and if it doesn't kill me... it isn't property. it's a threat. that's the sound of me having to grab my air hose to towel off soon. she hid it so that she's knocked out the world. i don't know what brought on the flame, but it was pretty intense while it lasted there. he must have paid in taxes without me. having a place where i can follow my heart is huge. lightweight gadgets designed to make my mind sing. it would take an early figure. so anyway, i was saying: blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah. most men would not admit what they had done. bean bag limb.
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230215
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raze
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i only know two people in my life who i would care enough to help. that idiot! (said by an angry voice. not my own.) everybody knows what their hats think of them. i know what this landscape is supposed to be in the summer. just really cold. baby, i'm hooker. i'm the only superhero in therapy, and everyone's after me. baby, i'm two steps removed from bullshitting you.
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230216
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raze
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they left us lying limp in our popcorn. i just did it because it was obvious and it was convenient. if they're gonna stop on july horse, that's less than two weeks away. zucchini helps you. some plan, man. isn't that strange? usually it suits you.
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230217
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nr
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i don't have enough money to buy a fax machine and explore the options. i've been enjoying my knee for a couple of years.
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230217
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raze
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i believe in the power of your pork. 2007, she started unraveling some sera tangerines. i saw the robert plant video and how they all moved to different trees in different worst case scenarios. you must have hangout with someone. you have to pick in time. they're timbits. they must be pretty good to keep it going for so long. i'm glad in the end you were able to get some distance instead of the japanese hyperbole.
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230218
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raze
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they looked at me and saw their good, good trusted dad. brutal. but i guess saviour had its ups and downs. i hear several songs that probably have great lyrics, but i don't pay any attention to them. i wonder if the police would have been well-deserved. take away a joint. the inevitable alternate angle. think about everything. think about politics. think about little books. from the time we get home, it happens. stick. it's not gonna stick. there's no time to recover. this is just huge.
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230219
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raze
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we played these games in a manner that highlights the basketball of despair. by the time i got it to him, it mysteriously sank. this puppy has got everything a man could need except lewd.
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230220
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raze
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i come to understand through teaching from you. that's a thing of beauty. it packs, like, too much of a punch. proof i have a pencil that actually works. i went to the bridge yesterday. they've got two guards there. there's a computer poem about faith and a twisted child.
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230221
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raze
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where distance is down the door, i would have waited. you tell the actors who work there. take a little, leave a little. moan that saxophone. you are too floofinated. cuddle flower. i think he was always an asshole.
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230222
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raze
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in general, fly away. diabetes is a long-term side effect of reproducing in permanent language. some people aren't made for animals. it's all going to the same place chamber-wise. young stair intestines. i would feel good for them. and before, i did sometimes. but not now. a paid-for point level thing. what floor can you save? i'll hear it while i can tell. i'll fucking hear it. it's in this corner. so fight for it. but it should have had a locker. i don't care if it came from the sky. i gave him a year to fully prepare and he's still not scared of me. with loneliness and valour, this is the only heart you can offer. we don't have sugar-hungry ports anymore. prismatic prison.
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230223
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raze
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why is it worth what we can play? the test of a blue_jay on a cop. didjeridoo? didjeri dumpster. his own thrust. gary was a newcomer. he couldn't turn around. so you could do flowers.
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230224
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e_o_i
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Yo no combia (supposedly Spanish) entdreidlich (supposedly German) synoopto-reticular (supposedly neurophysiology)
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230224
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raze
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too crisp. too pat. two stones. you hold him. i'll hit him.
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230225
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raze
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there's blood on the ceiling. tom worthy. it's well-documented for both cases what the government did. hateful from him.
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230226
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raze
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i just found out that my sister's business is sulking at her ongoing tribe. (said in a voice trying not to laugh:) are you nervous? he struggled with his dune spot. i'm not much for cathy. play what can't be written. we ought to quit these complications. going forward, i mean. you trigger all of those pathogens in people. maybe it's something like dangerous. it didn't hurt. i just tame her brain.
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230227
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raze
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that's not gonna fly with other people. i turn the interrogative beast off. again, no one gets that close to me.
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230228
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raze
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you might even have an interest in having food in the near future. and this is how our lives combined. i need to start licking my voodoo dolls. i trust the pineapple to do the repair. darkest dirt. he said it right here: "i'll take down others, and i'll learn to do it knowing i can't win." that's a new bean. we are hungry for beans.
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230301
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raze
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they retired this one for you. that's what you call it? the end of your folly. i like how you took her out of earplugs and the airplane fell. pilot. good, you're here. you must wait on the back of a turtle. i know it's a gift. i was harsh above that.
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230302
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raze
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chocolate lips. no hips. you can't drink what you already drank. all the ingredients are there. it means "office". he's somewhere deeper than that. i need thirteen percent of it.
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230303
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raze
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for the shit-stained souls who aren't dead yet. nothing in your hairless head. nothing by divisible. to the left of us.
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230304
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raze
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disenfranchised furniture salesman. what kind of sidebar informs on a former priest? i cheesed so hard on my depress-o's.
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230305
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raze
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i'm punishing the reluctance about what you said. what happens psychologically in that ad divorce. i was sickening what would sound like tourists. jane doesn't die. he doesn't let her die too many times. we'll get a sales cover. i gotta go play that way.
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230306
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raze
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looks like your blindness is your face, but the university around us reminds us. is it strange that i've met him through his timeless door? i see this smoothie is now your favourite young cape. eaten in the summer. oh, great. here comes the shade.
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230307
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raze
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i wish not to leave home. pseudo mama. she leaves as nobody does. this fall it joins the expanse.
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230308
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raze
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not a first chance. the resin was stuck in darkness, trying to deny it. flying beavers raise the stakes. you gotta agree to a rampant letter. you might want to come up with it, 'cause i don't want to try. to the time-chained times. a man is in need of a friend. a plan is in need of a haircut. i want a standing fridge. some amount of lineage or ballyhoo. i plan to love you. it's this insane layered toy. and it's horrible.
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230309
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e_o_i
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There IS no fence-smashing. Only girls do that. Don't step on the tutoring. Please let the gentleman know that if it's bought in Montreal, you don't get a discount.
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230309
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raze
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rent is the supply here. she doesn't give enough. she doesn't care. his face came with the injustice to ask the question. i'm tired. no one gets to walk on a legit phone booth and say, "come on, alien." strange distraction, too.
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230310
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raze
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here, i'll write you a spotlight.
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230311
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raze
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other connections 'til luke. it's a matter of other things too. a finer knife. dixie cahoon. home of the terminally sane. hope of the terminally insane. (depending on the mood.) theronyte. no, because i thought you had too much damn to have. it seems that in my attempt to slow down all i did was lose my way. it's a stylish nightmare. there were etches. mocha. it's a letter. a special letter. there's a beauty. instead of once a month, it's more like twice a week for your back legs.
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230312
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raze
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when you call it an unjoined paralysis. i gotta make the blush sooner. like the wicked ears arrive. a different level of purity.
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230313
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did you open 29? it was my creation.
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230313
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the bottom of a perfect scratch pad. the bottom of the first to the top of the ninth. i haven't seen some of the other effective choices in a long time. this year i got hit with a wire for christmas. tomorrow, wednesday. and simply tuesday, thursday. i gotta eat all that carrot cake. it's a handout. the woman in the back pats the internet map with the shame of a thousand strangers in anune. part of her is a hairless airy beige. it paints a different leg by an impaler. i don't think so. i don't think it's as effective as it was when it was new. can your ego ever say no? 'cause giving them an ending is a scary commitment.
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230314
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it's not like your brother's shirt. that '70s picture ... oh, it sounds just like it works. mike and lovely linda, relatively playing with. you're just not meant to be a rheumatologist. don't make it up. social media: there's no such thing. i need second opportunities. some mark. he just poured out his soul in evening attire. vodka takes it back to the outside world. you're watching a pot stirred with milo, dirk. so enjoy the show. she is indeed at bin, writing one-word blathes. a century of filth. she'd rather pull a pancake on me so there's no rest. five years of britpop run over by a train. she needs my exact number. an easy idea: don't say a word. feeling kind of sloppy after that.
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230315
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and i'm gonna tell the other side. uh-oh. deep water's coming. touch me. a weird attitude. stay. okay. and i had dreams about filling the hole. putting money inside it. did you really steal it, or did he? i never thought anyone could survive a six-minute erection. not like this. you forgot to mention the flies will come back, 'cause apparently someone left some food there. i had the oldest versions of them, and if anything happens to them, they may be gone now. i know you're going through a lot, but this suit is dozens of generations removed from providence.
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230316
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nothing at all on the radio. i have the house's key, that's true. so i can flip it over my head. he was wearing cutlery. he wrote an eighty-two-page report. it was articulate and coherent. they ran out of chest hair. i could contribute some to the cause, but probably not enough for a salad. i'm harder to spot if i'm easier to find without this assortment in front of me. they kicked him in the stomach with a flat tito's bag. i missed the sirens because things are getting pretty bad.
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230317
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raze
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he was exhausted. that's why the institute wanted to take him for a while. they can be wonderful, abusive pets. something neutralistic. woodpeckers seek gaps where trees replace cats.
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230318
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all i want for christmas is my longest front teeth. what i'll be able to singe ... she never thought about that. they haven't beat you, and you haven't beat up animals. first i felt sorry for them. and no wonder.
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230319
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that's wrong entire. didn't you show me how to have fun? intro / great surprise / fall wall behind it all. you see, where i'm at, pete, it's gone. we're gone from entering. this tiny little toaster. no one should have to hear that. not people. not animals. my favourite song on arguably the best album by a group that doesn't budge. it's fucked_up to hear sound, so it can't teach him. i wonder what jay does. i don't sit around thinking about it. i see you here, and watch over me in bed, and... 8:12? who knows. somewhere in there. something like that. so there. you don't see anything.
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230320
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stress: the nerve of this friendship. dallas. it was nice of him to know. lots of black for my fucking pizza. arrogant alpine snacks. desire of yes. well, i'll consider climbing it. breakfast is diamonds starving. i don't care about people. they care about you and aidan scott. like every play, jose. it looks down at the office of the polish advisor. i don't think these clowns even know or care what a word is.
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230321
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what was done and what was eccranoed. i kind of let you go ahead and do things. richard antionette: a figure so familiar, he wasn't born to have a role. fifty beers and she's floating. i think it's still an ache that the thing in human anatomy never aspires to be us, actually. such ends are no small signal for him. there's no problem here.
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230322
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raze
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she was not a good choice of doctor, because she's too smart. listen to your birthdate. birthdays will roam. i gave you the reason and told you my self-imposed exile had nothing to do with you. but it couldn't be lost on a stretch of the heart. on the one hand, i'm always glad to have that kind of relief inspired by tennis feet.
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230323
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raze
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cheese has been my father. i had one r curd.
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230324
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raze
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i know how to get hurt. how to get hurt. the instant teller? his name is paul. and i don't want to give her my business. i made a box, and no one came to rip it off or bounce ugly balls. his life was meaningless. he wouldn't even feel it if he ran into the sun. those thoughts are directed at me. i know what they are, but you wouldn't mind. quiet does me no good. i need sunlight to see it. healing my mind. biding my belt. these masquerades up high. should you stay, it won't be any work.
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230325
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raze
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(good god, i never thought this blathe would get so long. i guess my half-asleep brain has had a lot to say over the last little while.)
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230325
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raze
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the sharp's an open wound.
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230326
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her disappointed companion. see you on tuesday. oh man. i lose ten years of passing lanes. just be thankful we're living in a civilized world that fixes printers. you were able to push in when the son had his experience.
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230327
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i don't like to bury assholes. i see we have slowed down and come to. i see you have slowed down too. omens. that was my fault. i heard that. good to see them. go fuck your head, lady. go kill the watchtower. check the law. check the law. you ask for emotion. of me, like a noodle.
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230328
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i'd take that mask off. had some big conversations. i wish there wasn't this layer of stupid dialogue. not being able to know what to say. live in it. fix his daughter. feed the daughter. kovia. it's an impulse. something i watch once in a while if i'm having a hard time. first thing i need to do is get out of these pants. it's turn-it-over sunday.
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230329
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all these people who want to meet and try to accept your pain. initially, he had some of his debts fly in. the dynamic of a tearaway future. one hundred launches in a row. we're kind of on salvage duty now. i was gonna chop that trick to an atrocious hook. yes, it's cold, and seeing it so.
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230330
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raze
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it's called dinnertime. typhoon castro. i could shoot the film you wrote while i was directing.
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230331
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raze
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my stomach is the screwdriver that keeps them happy. i don't know if this makes sense, but maybe your story with rory is a good one — a new stink that reminds you of him. not gonna lie. hedgerow. he comes back and does his thing.
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230401
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a great substitution. aged well in increments. six to eight seconds of security. demanding what isn't in your interest. even if she had a reunion with him, she wouldn't remember who he was. he might worry when you're done with me that tree is not holding him. our dreams show us who we are. alpine cunningham. we didn't get to this, so just let me hold onto it. there's a nation for both of us. it's not gonna get back one of those interviews. we made it.
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230402
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i think i'll leave at, like, 1:54.
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230402
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i'll wait until one day no one remembers me. after that mariner team explanation. pampered order during breakfast readiness. listed here so that the creation may continue to name itself. temp of isle. no kristen. no scott. tore out, 'cause everybody's snoring. character sees the only light all night at any of them. unstimulating and uncertain. presumptuous as a plum.
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230403
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i'm gonna ask you to tell me if there's not room. that kinda messes up your head. it messes up your mind. duck king. it's a ferris wheel nobody rides, and it's all driven by personality. what we live with isn't sand. it's the root of all evil. maybe you would have respected me if i'd been born a painter.
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230404
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that can probably be solved. she got hit with a lie that doesn't exist. spirit, i'm your haul. angel, i'm your friend. i'm not the goal of strongly smacking into a parent. the ceiling of a stone fish. you might find the savagery of the thing a year ago. wow. you've got quite a title: "c.a. of it all". i'm tempted to do something that will damage or destroy the animal. french house. like you said, kintley's good.
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230405
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when you're waiting to get to the next round, guess what happens? you knew he would convictively dismiss me. ah, the skin is quite friendly. i can tell. i know i was nothing of the sort. i know this seems a little diplomatic. but trust, beastie, just as i care, that i can't forget you. they had a dollar, and they're all out. so there's none of those around. they relied on the kindness of strangers, i think. i make a hundred and eighty bucks an hour. i just do everything in the world that i can't do until i get it out and get it done. i don't know where it's coming from, but it's gotta be significantly louder than advertised. i liked lecturing you last night, 'cause i didn't think about it.
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230406
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we can sink into the political performers. i wonder what he's gonna do with the signal called "lennon kicks the distance". hear each other's heartbeat. and it's all swimming pool, probably. the cat's the bird. whisper. the dutch care combo. she's pretty far from real. we coulda thanked you, randy newman. but she'll be able to be back to soon, soon. CAJKIL (a licence plate floating by on the outskirts of my peripheral vision). i'm an outlaw at best. i'm in a pickle. i'm miserable.
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230407
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raze
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strafed by city sounds. she says important things are bound to my blood. i thought i had an automatic provision.
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230408
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do you like it deforested and English muffin-istic?
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230408
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don't chop my fingers off. maybe the framework is property. "you've seen luxury through the veil?" i ask her. she asked the teacher shyly, clay-ly, about what happens. this suit is making my dick hard.
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230409
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sitting each other in spotlight. a prehistoric use of what i think of as the bell code. i drill on my haze miller sometimes. i don't want to die in the middle of a really embraced field. like heaven, that's the way it stops going. they built a two-digit lead over staff in the house of pancakes. i have heard the honest questions arise in the dishonesty of integrity. they weren't interested in studying their gorilla. anxiety? that's normal for everyone. to wallow in it? confront it? no.
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230410
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all hail the individual soul-making, burp him first.
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230410
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raze, your last subconscious thought is wise.
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230410
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i mean
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half-conscious
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230410
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(that's sweet of you to say. yours just gave me a great laugh. deep down, that's what we all want, isn't it? to be burped first.)
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230410
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slick shoulder first. that's something, to see her lawn. she doesn't count. i hoped to get to this street as tide-free as i could. some blood, some mud, or some spit. and it wasn't cut very carefully, either. when he tried to make it a fine day with his mixed waffles, i thought that was messed up. it's not like meat on their asses. chihuahua. to take away something and disintegrate. i sort of remember the taste. at times, i was very shocked young adam casual kicked in. good for her dad. good for your dad. true dat. so the tune you spend on this hotel is a blanket wrapped in rockets. i don't know how to answer that. you sound like my mother. low people encounter me and use me as a measuring stick. midnight rutabaga ale skin. you're a fill-yer. if there's skin, you have to. to place others beneath it, and then we have a reprise. this must be a test. she decided to spontaneously live with a guy in the states and make shitty movies. i guess our easter holiday from that bullshit officially is away from us. we're both condoms. there are so many stripes now. it happens tomorrow. anyway, we'll wake up younger and louder. don't lick me.
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230411
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raze
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pizza doesn't have any car. ooh, look. we're cute. i want to be between_the_bars. my groove has been instrumental. pete is very uptight. there will never be a shortage of kirstens. it was the hardest thing i've ever had to do. we only spent it. it's not the same thing as knowing you're dying. i would cut my brain ... out. so, because the people have mass-produced... screen grab so i can get sensitivity training. wanting to be tortured over peanuts. i just can't wait. thanks. in case of windy karma cards. it's exactly what he needs, only he doesn't know it. you can't eat your cookies, though.
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230412
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raze
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the ministry that i made. when i crayoned, i cried it off quickly. we want the wrinkle side of it. give an absolute pork thrust. frozen farmers built things for the shit you don't know. she's like a chipmunk. what she's doing is wrong. don't you know? shitting dumpers from the breakfast poo-poo. where the last umpire wanted respect, these two want poo, and lots of it. it was a good thing i don't lie to you. i don't like to brag about it, but it's true. i'm sure jana will have something for us. she's a nutbar. i had asked for you. you know what you made me do, with your own bits and bobs and everything? i don't think i could smell anything on either side. i don't know what you did with it.
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230413
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raze
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i'm gonna come in and protect you from that stupid... have courage. you got to the point. but deep in the stomach, this is how you deal with it. i know. what a nice, classy person. dominic flowers. very close to emotional moods. that's someone who says, "you know what? i've been through so much. i've earned the right to just own what i feel." a mime-based form of clothing. fear is the emptiest house.
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230414
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raze
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muscle sale: polio. grapes. the pneumatic whine. he took me to the temple that bill clinton was at. i'm so glad my juice is a segment that hasn't sucked me into the sun. she used that thing. performance anxiety. it's the same thing that happens to some dogs. lou has been a brilliant player from the regular season to the playoffs, with one lull in_between.
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230415
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raze
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my troubled pal. my good stage. you're spending diamonds you find in the sky on tail rots. there are times when you're going to feel like a little ribbon. now, as i've said, her menu items are pretty straightforward here. she had no game plan the night we saw her cry. if you're the future, or you're going to have one, let me know. i think she's just talking about evil in general. i hope that's the case, and she's not drawing from direct experience. i've got some sons i haven't seen in a while. one time to tell you i'm not doing that anymore, and then "boom". that's it. well, he's choo-choo on fifty thousand dollars.
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230416
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praise the liquid upon you. it may be a little polished. hello, mum! love, love, love the expedition that came out. (this was said by a woman with an irish accent who sounded like the narrator of my audiobook) okay, for another word, "oy" may have cuts. i've never heard of a talent show.
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230416
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raze
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instruct the past, because i don't know if i remember right. 'twas only a pile of rocks on your docks. carried out sporadically. awarded to walter zegan. you would knock her out in one punch. she'd be done.
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230417
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someone: "enjoy your neck." me: "i mean, it's a euphoric muscle. let's build the 46th, right?" words of prey. thank god she didn't let duotrace win. (i'm not sure what duotrace would be... a brand for a device that lets you trace two things at once?) but then again, whitney houston levels of mistake.
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230417
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raze
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you're welcome to the show. thirty-three-page wash-up. there are certain holes you should have slept in. waterfall, new brunswick. they say if someone, their ears carry on, they're feeling your mercy. i shouldn't carry on, should i? i'm not meant to be seen. it's not the present i'm interested in. it's liquid chrysalis forming and taking metaphorical hold. there can't be equal decisions on that tape. crab guy gun. you don't have to catch someone in a lie. it's still an impressive leap.
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230418
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raze
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in my skin machine leading to everything. you also know she used them and heavily discarded them, dumping them out like silver dough. i need to be there for a soft friend with an awning. i had taken on a couple of depressing shockwaves. bleeding through pirates. they're meat and worn and numbered. they're for something else. now it's like the vault is this terrible thing.
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230419
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raze
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he's taking a break to understand his own mind better. so we have a beautiful support system. it's probably better than this ... until i died. little_things read but not given their proper account may lead to the floof code. i might try being a teacher again to advance stupid people. ...most of which is scuffed and unbroken after it hits the ground. if you're looking for a bully, i know a skank that can help.
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230420
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nr
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all awareness, going forward, was not a worm anymore.
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230420
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raze
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most people have heart attacks. cam sells fourteen-million-dollar home to buy swimming pool. dutch is common ducter waste. i need to pound it to put it behind me. no stars for us in this cinnamon sky.
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230421
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raze
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midnight and goodbye. i use my mouth intentionally. 'cause the nation looked incredible. it looks a lot like their hundred cake: too small.
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230422
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raze
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what can you do? make signs that say, "pray to stay out of mankind's shadow." it was a lie. but like all countless lies, it was firm. i don't go to bed anymore every day. they *are* real order. healing back. jesus sneezes.
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230423
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raze
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the aesthetic device. with my hands on her, i would have to be a minister. he's off the street until he cleans up his act. if it looks okay and no one has died, you're fine.
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230424
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taking his sweet time reading the book. doesn't even tell you he got it from me. don't be worried about those slow motion adobes. a part of me wonders: what would you go through now? let me tell you, he didn't sidebar journalism.
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230425
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"you wouldn't bump into it." that's what he said. the rest complicates their clothes. no, to my most bullshit filmmaker. i'm gonna say no. in the meantime...
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230426
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raze
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so all that red's missing underneath that... questioning your fact or your faith. landed on that candidate. said, "here's some honest perusal." all people want is something and live in front of their art. someone's gorging you. how you touch yourself with a fist is important. it wasn't really my shaft. it was a killer blast. so i defended it.
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230427
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you shouldn't have to fuck it up with guilt. know something i don't know? call me. you're not set that you're gonna get the best form of happiness for being alive. i'm not the one who's never around. i'm not the one who's a noun. song of hand. resist the stench. it got by fruity mike. no album on the fence has as grotesque a bark as yours. largest play cattle. enough to live here. billy's heat. losing the country's city.
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230428
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raze
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find the epiphany of her daughter. i'm bound by desire by default because i'm black. i'm the toprisement. i'm the flaming lip. monthly dip into its job. faded flummox. let's have all those red pills taken right now. will the world change right away? next, i had to stop anyone from taking my dumb name seriously. if you asked her who's been there for her the most, she would say she hasn't let me. or she'd say it's a joy. which is also true.
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230429
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soft and sentimental, like parenthood.
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230430
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i wasn't even trying to be wrong. i was just trying to get noisy. he thought, "what thoughts?" they're all like horses. import of the respite built upon a feeling. my christening book, or whatever you want to call it. seven between the ground and the fence. eight between rust.
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230501
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what do you tell a person like that? most bills are assholes. i found the words "vegas insult" to be pretty appropriate. a much more boring taste than usual. i'll bring you warm tea for water. the closeness of the community was part of what made it special. and now he's even 15-1. nice.
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230502
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raze
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better to be held back than held in place. the first thing he said was something about some woman. i used to do that as well. we might be able to move on with our lives, but we'll never move in with each other. it's pathetic. and they potentially run an office as nothing but millionaires. weather-loaded with the tears.
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230503
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sheynus povendras. (google couldn't find anything, except for a couple of social media accounts under "shaynus" and the last name "povendra.")
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230503
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and it doesn't do anything, for example, with or about them. pain is my discomfort. so is my joy at being left alone.
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230504
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raze
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i know it's our time each day, but i hope the planned renditions are better than nothing at all.
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230505
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raze
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they let him take the show in a dignified way.
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230506
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not smart for him; *good* for him. i think it's obvious, next to dr. cock knack-a-snack.
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230507
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caring so much about laughter, and dipsy-dive! one BLIND! (this was referring to a blind that covers your window, and expressed angrily.) i was ready to roll, five fingers through this discount. you are a master of discrimination. that may be part of being a little girl.
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230507
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in the way you visited, you would have unheld all soul. you're gonna show up and then some. lived what you led to your fingertips. in the city of the history.
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230508
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do you need this?
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230509
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whoever that was out back, they just disappeared. maybe i imagined them. we haven't finished upkeep up here for about four years. breaking the rendition. what did i do? it's not your fault you can't show up. he radiates life. the rest of us have fallen alive.
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230510
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live, laugh, sploot.
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230511
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raze
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they're going with the brown defence. they can defend that in one, two, three, four ways. that's the second bad faith they believe in. i suggest you look somewhere else for racing and leave the nut disposal business to us. bring jay into the office. he's a salty billionaire. when one curves off a face she doesn't like...
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230512
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extra protection. i know. i hope she dies. i hope the prices when she does are decent, too. am this the question: are you west? he feels best anyway. are you lock it? you better watch it. sometimes i've wondered why we have it okay.
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230513
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"isn't a lunch more dreamboat-y?" "no, too soon." not through the kentucky hole. a fucking greeting class of rain boots. lots of rain, but tons of a particular apartment.
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230513
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you're gonna teach him on the telephone how to play qualifiers. empty. you got more? back up. i saw both of them. they made signs. stepping on a free lunch is big time. curiosis. elusim. it didn't feel like it sounded. how can you let go of this son of a bitch? it hasn't even been five hours yet.
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230514
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raze
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if you wanna look, or not look, we'll see how garlic thinks. runin' while the music cleans the house.
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230515
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raze
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who is john-karel? a generational shift. terry fox again. two empty beds often have more crucifixes than the others. winter chill. it's called a snow day. one of the last people i trust least. i survived tryouts, otherwise i wouldn't have a home, but... you are responsible. she will always be one of my thicker times. beyond each lyrical stretch. they were kind of hit and miss. you get the paper?
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230516
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raze
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today i filmed a curtain episode. you, or your adult, or a grown toy. i'm learning with my sports.
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230517
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raze
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municipal garden doors. this is an absolutely historic number. it's that little difference when people bring that sponge out of the game. what kind of nymphomancy do they find in spain? the man is suffering. he needs to die. that's the matter i go to — the reason i got both calculance and deity. i talked to her. she didn't like that. she thought it was hapless and spoiled. phillin smear. when i can't grab her, eco-shadows are real. the other thing i think: 1,655 pizzas. that's how you burn your cock off, fucking your exhaust. i'm just saying, if you have time this morning... i pull him out and he's completely preserved. that's a type of fish.
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230518
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nr
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to rescue logic... "naturalistic" or "not too realistic," i couldn't really tell which. (this entire statement was the half-asleep thought) EVERYthing is next to me. everything is next to me.
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230518
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raze
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a soulless care of man. fanny's like, "grow up." it becomes anxiety with hard hatred. these guys have been no dio. the darth-wing ducks. everybody — everything — crapped. bussed tempo. he's got the cool mind of a calculator. preventing a ring eraser. i'm gonna take the ones with the area. my wife. they said, "if that's how you want to play, that's how we'll beat you." don't knock the wood out. to settle an old score, he had a tune end. ten seconds? okay, twenty-five minutes.
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230519
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raze
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you're a boy. didn't catch us. when you were out watching birds, i woke up extraordinary. and you could see that was deteriorating live. this argument has nothing to it. taken to the temple like a raspberry. considering his head's gone... slowly singing in television opened me up. the implication that it's sometimes a hook. his struggles are ethiopian. she'll miss out on all this. months to live.
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230520
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raze
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clunky bombs. nano two.
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230521
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e_o_i
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a Jerome-calling face There's just one word so they can judge you. Just one word. Just one word. (No indication was given of which word.) ...but then he's got an Irish-American *hinge* on his box. Beethoven was my favourite mother. Deutschland is a bit weird. But common. My parents are old-fashioned and rich. (One out of two, anyway.)
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230521
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raze
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at least you can gamble on a fish. to offer another layer, i add zero protection to an already thin blanket of trust. not for a second did i feel that this is a place where sexy things will happen and sinister feelings will fade. it's tough to be seventy years old and to read that. they completely forgot. and then, next thing you know, it's game time. traditional bigs in the past might have recognized how silly it was. except for one person in the world (london).
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230522
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raze
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we know how to reflect on a big day too. (said in a southern accent:) and i thought i was a coward. grow a file. the bow certain sometimes means what it is.
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230523
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raze
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sheet bed shamrock. couldn't find him another place because renaldo was killed. they baked the good culture.
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230524
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raze
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plus, it's not gonna be fun. at all. i'm sure she agreed with him, to which he doesn't know. she's a really nice woman, but god, she never picks up the phone. not for her mother. not for me. not for anyone. ...although it doesn't seem like this information should be available across a safe distance, so be sorry. and he said yes to ben's thrombosis. so if i get it early, the smallest ones on the docket are chaos. many of you attack long periods of stretch when they're wearing a leotard. they'll find ruminants of people's heels.
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230525
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raze
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some people were too good to take flight over the handle of a door. a jaunty boomerang of human kindness.
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230526
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nova
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half asleep is best asleep
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230526
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e_o_i
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Sexier als Gaston. Or Bastogne. I am not an ant with a C2 feature.
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230526
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raze
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three months ago. get drunk. people say some mean things, man. but so do their sisters. sentient isn't a recreational section. some divides occur. certain the crotch people came without that. grinding past. is my two dollar defendant a white lab? usually in the winter the other one is hawaii. i was thinking we could fight him in order to keep him.
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230527
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raze
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i thought he was back after we just got him, but it turned out he was nothing. he was just in pain. they ever give you five speeches in five hours? kind of proves what you're about. just need to stop hurting the family. either timothy got into it, or we have a man who's full of sand. you're not gonna get your dog to walk, talk, or even bob for apples on a hot day. time to swing down and hap around. life is hard. please give me a handjob.
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230528
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raze
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they might chisel. they might make new things out of tools. but they never forget. shit in his shoe. come on, man. it looks like some magic and mixed greens to me. maybe not contagious anymore.
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230529
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raze
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that coupon should go to scott. you're always drinking a little bit too fast. maybe he's the next one to clean up such a hot mess. i've been living in the paint, but i love it. listen, i'm as miserable as they think.
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230530
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raze
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crime cullen. the fact that i have victories in six of our losses motivates me. i'm a hack. they hack right through me. think again. they found the tattoos he keeps hidden. he deliberately collected the last three. ...but she doesn't seem bothered by his compositions, because the next thing i know... we're not buried yet. would be good thinking, and only sink too. i wish he never guesses. he'll be slathered all over the place. it's up to you. do you *want* to have ginger ale for dinner? i've yet to figure it out. no one will tell me who or what that is. trace botkins. jelena dragjar. wipe a hypothetical in front of them — the same thing that happened in boston. you really get to know something. i see more cushion in upgrades than uploads.
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230531
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raze
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so few that seldom dare. i think i've done all i can do to help this franchise at this point. all examples. much fucking farther away. so this woman has the plastic surgery. i ate her for half a year. i *have* turned it into a business. you don't have to have anything on anyone, but if you're a compelling enough liar, there you go. i need to know something. and no single clam figure could ever make something good happen. there you go. way over the head of your game, a bastard. i promise you, i'll kick you right in the face. yeah. she wasn't there. here i am asking for a camper van for when the date took hold.
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230601
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raze
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a before-bed trapping system. everyone's life has ponies at the bank. your hands are your inhale of happiness. i always tell the internet, "it's about time to grab the victim shower." it was time. in not directing it at helen, he made the difference. what was interesting about your enemy was that you let him go. mike, tell me a good story.
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230602
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raze
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molly has just given up. more pain is coming at the same time as pain. death would know him, and the rest would be... i need to read the rest of the way and eat big, chuck, and mullet in such a way. saw the movie "longevity" today. it had the makings of chops. fuck UP. jesus, lady. your map put the apartments in a row. dinkens before tommy jones. i go back to godwater town. how love *do* you grow in five stages? they cold front me, whoever they are. i was gonna say, "i'm too busy dealing with my name." snow shield and snow without comfort. it's called the vortex.
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230603
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raze
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by the time we made it, it's you and i. mypsi barrier. i think you're playing a dangerous game, mr. mocha. i bit into one and it tasted like breaking, so i left.
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230604
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raze
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it comes with its own missteps, and it is for him. a refuge for birthday squirrels. we can go from here. i don't think i'm done with dying at this point.
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230605
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raze
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it's like puppies, or a cup. ...or is that work too much of a hindrance on the defensive end? i don't need them; i hate them. cast a secretariat. feels flat. don't try. then he saw some night that had tunnels, and he saw around them. it contains two drainpipes.
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230606
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raze
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he thought it looked good, but you know what you needed. the weird girl's not paul newman. the weird girl's paul buchanan. i guess we'd be insane to stay in there once it starts storming, wouldn't we? it's already strawberry-deficient. we're already two-way unique. how about richard? from a truck dealer parmesan.
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230607
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raze
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they wake by the children. what a textbookist. i keep wanting to say, "my negative soul of mine," because it sounds poetic. past road. yeah. i think anyone that was lying on the constants of a lie that size... hey reserves. hey shit. even though rabbits are going to be in danger in the area for tens of thousands of years, they'll probably be okay. every page has a chapter heading. one is "spot". the other one is "they forgive everything". when we merge someone into submission — hemlock or rock — they run away. it's not even where it was. it's still going. he has ideas. i haven't seen ... like, anthony was frozen. i'm trying to feed her here. she uses the fire escape to go out the window. likely i will be able to sense the physical setback. could people tell me why he did what he did? another loose ball away from the foul.
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230608
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raze
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pickle at your veg site. no you won't. then i had an accident, and the walls came tumbling down. i think i know the answer, and it involves coordinates and the sun. it's non-offensive. it's junk. i can vouch for it now. he's bargaining his gun experience. i know people, unless i know you said it. and i lied. apples transcend everything. some of you have a choice. some of you don't. ...plus, two nights in a row of that. that's the evil.
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230609
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raze
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so luck made it intentionally. poodle head, but it's real. tony the panther? the coat is mine. so, it looks like a very strange accident that pinpointed some of what i love.
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230610
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raze
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a study of mark's semi-unconscious. the rest of the time, i'm hardly there. a name? the corporate puppet. their features are a bit like a bear: beautiful, where it has many desires to like. because of him and each decision he made, he's not an asshole — though he was for a while. could you try it on, please? you're looking horrible. the division timecode. "judge judy" is on "number one hold", if you want to watch it. who's on there? the dad and the son? edible water tart.
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230611
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e_o_i
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Sexier als Gaston. Or Bastogne. I am *not* an ant with a C2 feature. *So* much water in Europe.
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230612
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e_o_i
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(gah, the first two I recorded here already)
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230612
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raze
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his family had him stuffed and removed. let that reflect, young man: you got a hell of a hat. a woman whose hormone was not killed. a few of us would like to give you something to tackle. nothing available to learn. talk it out, virtual come.
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230612
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raze
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he talked to you once. and while i'm telling you... big cookie needs you to be the best you can be, but then we'll miss the fruit tree. i haven't seen a single day since the day it died. i think he's fighting for a chance to stay smoke-hard. i got the cabinet in my basement.
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230613
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raze
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really mean to mean mine, and the mind leaves no nutmeg to beg on. twenty-nine sentient sitas. the spirit went undocumented for three and a half years. the oiled almond baseline, brought to you by the fifth estate salesman.
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230614
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raze
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that's the ultimate act of spitting in your mouth. i was in no small way under the milk. i can say my shirt is on the floor and get answers. to train the king's country. you'll be dead. all the mutants on the walkway. though the parents was, they're alone. you sure you can see that over the shape of your own shirt swallow? i'm holding you through the morning and into the afternoon. so you spoil someone at a public event? she *is* the public event. i always say what i think, but it sure would have been nice to get more time.
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230615
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raze
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with a windswept wind sound. because of all this shit, all his shit spins the carnival tent. but we overlook it.
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230616
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raze
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rabbits? friends? i've heard a lot about those. they can both make my warm saltwater disappear. butter hole blooey. colour correct equinox. instead of the morning, it's our time.
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230617
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raze
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pillars by the fountain. is that your work now? the only person i see abstaining from a lot of it is the metal hook.
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230618
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raze
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if you can figure it out, you can. it's your wedding roaring figures at the ground below. sew my entire grandpa. she's got tens of thousands of people. it would be nice if you add facial pills on that gold. punch the cancerous claim. when you're more troubled by a bird that doesn't fly by than the real deal. here i am racing a broken dog, and you're the cutest little snow queen.
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230619
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raze
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thank him for being so considerate to the other birds.
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230620
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raze
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that would be their third memory this year. i'm not playing with that. doctor pete. vernon the weed pastiche. tie and teldon. who do? that's the one we see without both people seeing exactly who. they were too busy talking on the sandwiches like phones. and i chanted rarely his name.
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230621
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raze
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ann has a trick she uses. what about those cold cocks you keep in the fridge? i gave up being dumb when i gave up being a bum.
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230622
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raze
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it is always for sure a little else needed. we'll just waste all his time. nah ... we'll end up with fifty albums. it causes a lot of concern that i hope is not well-founded. what a tower layup. for he will find a predator. hold me throughout history.
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230623
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raze
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keep away from my gods. you're happy about him. i may never have an orgasm again. and that's on you. emancipated. but if you had money, we could go get him fixed. flashing points of entry across atlanta. all your affluent green. can drugs take each other? it's in the other home, johnny. my idea of saving the show was going with mcenroe when no one saw that coming. he searches for a job, and she shuts down romantically. it's necessary. i break. (those words were seen instead of heard or thought.) they'd say i could just be with anyone, but they'd be wrong. hello, mr. misunderstanding. neither was my child here until 1955 or 6. i didn't have a child until '65.
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230624
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raze
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shit families canned and crushed into powder. ah, jeez. open the window. bone metal grey.
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230625
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raze
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i look like i'm making a face and trying to protect it from evolving. i fell apart the entire time. so they won't continue to have sex with human beings. they can check and make sure i said the same things i said. well, obviously you don't want the deceased to be on this tree. he just doesn't have the movement or the ball burst. the thing about the jungle, rankings, and all words: they even out.
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230626
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raze
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spiral, and then things get bolder.
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230627
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raze
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wednesday the hubba hubba ha. nothing sees me. nothing happens. nothing gets done. dirt-swept eyes.
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230628
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tender_square
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fifteen dollars on the back of a motorcycle.
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230629
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raze
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took aspirin and took a little bit of everything. the worst kind of discovery is makeup. i don't care who you are. i don't care what you think. i'm gonna blow through your blinds.
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230629
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raze
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i'm her fool. them dogs. typical pussy. and then there are three filled glasses. that doesn't mean she's gonna blow off. we're gold. we're keeping it.
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230630
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raze
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full of curtains? no. unlike other stars, i'll tell you. be a wife. jesus. i know it's all about zeroes. still chiseled. i think it drinks. i read today a dispatch that way.
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230701
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tender_square
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utterly cheese.
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230701
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raze
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there's numbers on it. most of the staff are listening to talk_radio, just waiting around to see what happens. find a mother and frozen magpie. the movie you're watching was incomparably born.
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230702
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raze
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no, it's love. in our turgulation titles. i was an audio archive. the crushed dreams of bronzed potato chips. you lie in my bed with angel wings for shoulder blades. i don't know why i'm suddenly so late to single out anyone.
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230703
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raze
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you can't prevent it. i hate that. munch when i get home (meet the missus). munch on the moon. nothing like a lesbian butt spill in the paint. i would say that this is billy_joel. he thinks it cannot be interesting because... he plays me on a black team that has no brother. tokomoto tyrus.
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230704
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raze
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why, with a modelled behaviour. we probably haven't listened to dinner in days. right right right right right right. i've got furry bed visitors: some of the smallest game in town. my best friend is in love with an eskimo.
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230705
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raze
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they hold on tight. jesus, what a light. like getting a raving, they aren't going so well. you should never let girls into your house.
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230706
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raze
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something that knocks you out. one advantage they have is they don't have to fall down to pee.
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230707
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raze
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no ... this is the perfect sweater for him. above the earth, and then checkmate. if you want to deploy yourself, it's safe. dark grey musical squares. the freedom that it lets him float. that's basically the last thing you'll see of anything i say. a seven-sea mist.
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230708
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raze
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whisper. we don't say that. and when you fascinated trains, can you put that in the spotlight? i've got lard — which is really just another way of saying, "we were all touched that day." each step it's unknown whether there's a large take-back.
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230709
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raze
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that's what her methage was. i make sense because i time my own. my mind is racing, and i'm the only one who has it. and he doesn't honour stevie at all. he'll fuck up the recent order. questioning whether the woman needed shock to be dead. she's not the girl to get that from, because that's dangerous.
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230710
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raze
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like god says, "to the yearning. to the yearning we will go." i do want people to write me here. i also want them to explain my death. this button saved my marriage. that gnarled rectangle at 10:00. comes in late, lands a nipple on the glass, is fired up.
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230711
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raze
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said in the voice of a woman who sounded at once amused, excited, and sarcastic: "i go there. it's that way." EZKTN. and no spats on marriage day. and if you really spend that way, you won't get much food, 'cause i gotta go over your head. i guess maybe she wasn't well-fed. do me a favour. you want *more* of the meatloaf and radamer?
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230712
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raze
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you pull out of the driveway. i fall down on my face. there's a little bit of everything there. it behooves windsor's clarity.
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230713
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nr
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others are still awaiting authenticity any day now.
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230713
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raze
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the secret carries the hungarian high loss. we'll put in the whore. we'll stop in the memorial service. fearful wimbledon beatdown. no, no. she's gonna jump. you should be there right from the jump.
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230714
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raze
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how do i grow up? they play submarines. i don't know the way everything will come. bobby doesn't faint, and then he doesn't have a dick. from the courage is over the top of the mountain.
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230715
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raze
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tell me what i won't be able to do in this situation. hit with the prototype: the sound a.d. and it turns into a funny funky diss. the hero can't jump off a hill or get shot alone. she doesn't want to hear the truth. jessica got her start here. scott maerson's attorneys. emptying my future. finally believes that. why not get us to show people off, already knowing these bands? when he shows up, he shows up. he's so into it he starts to cry. norse landlord. you can always calculate the floor. a day (it finally happened).
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230716
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raze
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yeah, spring doesn't take long. he needs a book. i have the liquid of the lord. the brain is l.u.d. to the man with the untrained eye is a promise i won't keep. i don't know how it works. we were busy blowing smoke up nature's ass.
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230717
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raze
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that's a wicked stepmother problem. heaven in my graceful arms. i pray she has. reveals my mind is made.
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230718
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raze
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don't cut his arms off. i fell so far into my physical brain. do you realize how often i was back then? let's see some courage, potato. let me tell you, it's been more like a bunch of pathetic white idiots thrown together than in the wheel.
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230719
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raze
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a urinating water fountain, regal and red. the duller shade of blue. some all-time alien steel. a man couldn't cozy or flip away. the hardness of candy (hard rock relevant).
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230720
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raze
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she walked off with the person's safety. thespian salad. that scene gave her a love of feeling. some of his best art comes from the 2003 mt rice forage department.
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230721
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raze
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her name was baba. we don't really have a baba around here, so i'll call her baba. i can't remember what the words are. it's hard to see with one eye. i like to watch him when he watches the weather, and sometime he doesn't. i'll marry teeth to a pair of oars.
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230722
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raze
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oven calling bottom possum. they were brains and buffalo tones. being wrong is to be inspired. double-ish. quite an obvious gift. it ends not with an ending, but with a series of questions.
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230723
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raze
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i thought i was two in one. it's got nothing to do with you or me. it's just wantin' to be that little bit extra. low privilege lantern drinking.
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230724
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raze
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it turns out so much like sex. to a soda beam. you know who i've been tellin' that to. blocks injured workers. thanks for saying it's so great and being surprised. i have this neck procedure. pizza and appetizers. if you have any control of your life — any presence as a person — now's the time. i see my life in many stages. on the weekend i guess people do whatever they want, and there's nothing in it.
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230725
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raze
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look, theo, just in case he's retiring. dan qinoist. after an ordeal like that, i try to pull it back in money. everything was fine until he found the quaint little forest. the greatest story who has ever lived?
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230726
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raze
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she's called "nypd" still. he's on his feet, but his nose is clear. everybody calls you a limited player, but you're not. measuring me with my face decapitating. allowing my life to be influenced by what's up and what's not. they are sisters that insist on being kept. it'll blow over — him and his sluttery. here we are with bags in our eyes. begin your speakers with the ghosts of old.
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230727
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raze
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'cause ottawa street is the double underground. (there was a sort of dance involved in this thought. it's hard to explain.) get back in those towns. get back in those towns. get back. they gave me the first doorknob. tater range to luscious ends. he won't tell you until he's done tagging the race. some of the girls will go crazy, will fade like a flower. the mayor, the belt, and the bicycle beam. what's the worst thing that could have happened, johnny? the name coming up — will it match before? you were a kind of kept. i take it back. i'll tell you what i want for christmas. so, what's gonna happen for you and your face... the missing won't match the best of them. why did he keep losing his head near me? what did i do to him? we had a tribe colour.
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230728
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raze
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they like fighting at close distances. there's really no jab.
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230729
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raze
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i want sidewalks and someone to watch them with me. two dead people and a pager.
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230730
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raze
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two dead people and a pager. being intimately eatable. it's not so good for screeching. it wouldn't be a whole life story. just a love story. i help lose on the clasp. leave. it's 1:00 a.m. just take the apple. you're gonna have to not be an aggressable today. they had a blacuum? all he had to do was go in the house and come in. guys like me don't need much. that's not me you're talking about. a good deal of the roughage is just that.
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230731
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raze
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a logical decepticon. great touching. it was good spaghetti. it just didn't have that extra oomph. i ate pretty much all of it anyway. it echoes, jim. hopefully it echoes. though we ate well, we never sold the food with sugar. he's too busy being tortured to notice his name changing.
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230801
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raze
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that wasn't me. finishes. khan. i think his name is khan. i catch the feeling of a very strange little satire. kate will go find enid, whatever that entails. it's been let out. i don't know how it got in, but it's been let out. oh, wimbledon. oh, win a wild shoe. he put the meat in his mouth and bit back corneas that were brown paper seas. happy_birthday. you want humans to inherit forever?
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230802
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raze
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who do you think the original night was? horatious? eisenhower? i mean, you can put a deer in an antler. i just hired a hundred and fifty other people to do it without me.
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230803
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raze
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when the teachers came home, i was drugged today. but he said... that's a lot of grass. so we'll cut it together. the yahoo skelter of reality. he'll probably have to end up bragging about it. we named her emma mae. an input mood upon saturday. can you never let me lock it?
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230804
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raze
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the title seed comes back in. driver, may that be not. it's a surprising style. in small moments of your subscription. rage in their consoles, along with rapidly aging solutions. the appropriate danger path.
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230805
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nr
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but they have stepchildren, right? gerald and raccoon series... (there are some weird names out there, but i really hope no one ever names a child "raccoon series.")
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230805
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raze
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she's twenty years old. she'll forget things.
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230806
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raze
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plenty of park jokes. fibre will desire a kick thousand. what i do, i measure down. it's an accidental camera crew, and they did something special. that's my debt. think of forty-six years old. dearest computer, will you give me a fucking gun? if social heads climb ahead and into the clouds, no light can leave them. i'm one hell of a bag of oxygen. i came along through the musics. and as andrew hammered the white head into the water, testing speed... some idiots judge the seven-page stud. how did i see this movie? $180 of consciousness and $80. maybe rats are real local people sometimes. their pictures are fantastic, but second hock seemed to come along all-time. i mean, why did they go up? why did they go on? why did they go? they backed away to protect her. you can spit on it. there won't be any stick on it.
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230807
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raze
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the pork stoppers. i believe in slightly building. that's the first one. that one hurts a little. i'm the first man in class to listen.
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230808
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raze
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a certain expectation of where to spell it. 'cause i don't know. you kind of hear everything, and then he lets his man go by. i think it's better than going to glenn's. we'd just be able to say, "fuck this," and leave. if this is a test, it's *never* gonna work out.
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230809
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i wasn't gonna fart. that's not true, but they left. it was a beautiful look, a bond, no matter what kind of salivation we are. if a small television — if a small fearful vision filled anyone with visions... i won it twice. i caught you twice, goddamnit. i wish you wouldn't do that in some of our songs. we try to find the wheels, and you knock them off. it's always different, but it's never less than a series of rice. he's the ethnicity he lists. two friendships will cost thirteen dollars. i guess in my case fourteen. i think he's dead if he translated. complicated shirts arrive. i didn't want to see you. hell, you got a lonely childhood. rta stands for "rowley tries anyway". the d of the duct shape is the person above. the on-court antics between these two are always unconditional.
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230810
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raze
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you answered the hype of just what i'm gonna need. umbers. people are gonna play honoured. modern nuts. it's definitely the lieutenant's fault. i can't see the bridge of tallboys across the drought of friends. she put the two songs together: "ritual girl" and "sexual columbus". if he died, here's how he died. i'm not going crazy. i'll just say it makes it mad. perfect sequence, i say.
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230811
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raze
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(the one about the lieutenant was connected to a screaming woman with curly hair and bad teeth. i lost a few really good half asleep thoughts, too.)
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230811
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raze
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it's so simple: in order to win this, you need me. health and safety is so powerful. it's intense. which permeated vision? recycle our trumpets? i'd love to.
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230812
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raze
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space bar. he doesn't want girl. it's just a murder. i would have really done a lot for her in terms of boyfriend-girlfriend material. that was today's lung, so that was completely pointless.
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230813
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raze
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to succeed in parents' schools, you don't drive a taxi, right? well, they can go pick one up. go to the barn? you can put in a complaint with "door and door up". kill her. that should go over well in hearns. as in someone who closes things, or worlds. i don't want to believe this, but they're sending the wrong message and the wrong signals. we'll do something together in the studio. we'll leave 'em. the answer is no. future brightest. most of the time it's really wonderful to have a european chemical colour your world. all eyes are blind toward the ex. they are angry, and they had sex. do you know how i waited for you? like death. why does sound proof on you? because the water has to dry. jess mend: a citizen of fine.
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230814
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raze
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george stuffed animals in the womb. play your child completely. novice roots. i don't think anyone is still there.
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230815
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raze
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you took the police in order to demand a trade. we go into backdrift. i know you. i read all his files. (said by a woman with a laughing voice) the almost roll-away colour cloud. it seems to be fine, but it has encountered a great amount of space dust throughout its time. i admit, it was the secure secret public of my doing. i kept my head down like a ghost and prayed, and never came out. i just okay and do. it's terrifying and wonderful.
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230816
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raze
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i need the sense that i had gone too far. meteor logic. a design for what she wanted the reckless pie to be. could be the door to some secret information. that's why i put my sunglasses on — because it's a thick way for me to be present. she takes a page out of charlene's book and does some chewing until she's ready to mull things over. this is my fence. i built it just for me. you want to come home, vanessa?
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230817
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raze
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to be where the water is. the individual word kids and high_school scat blather. best feet for the legs of the girl. the world's smallest tall man.
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230818
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raze
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if he doesn't do that, and i memorize it, can i put "john"? maybe, baby. oh my god. clip converge. that's a tear shed for me, and wake me down the highway business. beautiful girl snake video. after they wearily or in the world just hiding it. find him. befriend me and meeting me there. tugged in too many different directions at once. by the way, huckleberry_finn hacksaw: just as new as when i first got it. jagjaguwar looms. okay, so you remind me to tell you that. he was just too slow for his arrangements. they couched it as just normal programming, where you don't have to lose anything.
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230819
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raze
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you gotta hold it the way you want it. tweed weed. okay. go see how summer is. we can go home any day now on monday. on a boot day.
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230820
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nr
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medieval ankles. like a furnace chair!
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230820
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raze
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we lost you at the post office. they were of a nature. prepare. believe what you want to believe. i thought she was the reason we took so long. and she did want to put out some grease and some dives and stuff. they didn't cover "rocking the boat", and there's a good chance they didn't change "walking the cemetery".
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230821
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raze
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it's the gift to the world. the land of two penises. get some more money. this is abuse. i'm not gonna blow the tables away. i hear that. why put shoes on you? she gives me the best "waking up with a woman" face. that's the ugliest piece of television. he sat with the low hat, buscemi on. every night had an obtainable second copy. you have better things to do than edit my face for a while. wonderfully played and got paid at the time. she seems to want me to tell him a harder story. reading the tony shakespeare letter.
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230822
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raze
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i gotta eat too. fucked up my swing. put your head in someone's ass. he writes what he wants as the place-dreamer. some people consider it depression. i consider depression this. i think that lack of morning time doomed them, and that's my fault. i missed a long chunk before i ate breakfast, which i never do. he's been having all the right sundaes.
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230823
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raze
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here goes entitlement. time to be noticed. have fun in public, or don't do it at all. so, some of it's gotta be self-induced, or a sickness, i would think. william h. vomit. our names? vomit, glottis, vomit. an ancient observer. it's hard to try and zip it up quietly when it's gone off the track. i'm already missing them. oh sir, they must come in. you gotta get it off your chest — what you just hinted and truth'd at. there's something special in the water, mainly because she's here. it might just be the swing that maybe comes back. what's your first name? i bought this thing. it's not gonna work. i had a good sink as she struggles. i put ten thousand bucks into their porch because they mean it. a rodent dementia tarantula bowl. i pumped you up in spinach, in space. other things wasted on war. 'cause i remember hearing a couple songs. oh, jesus. you can hang onto the dates. what, was she bitching and she couldn't bring it? you waited. you waited. and you have to wait years. i can't handle girls the way they do. i hope you never go out shopping.
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230824
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raze
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ever the bond might go. i promise i don't have anything to say to anybody tomorrow. a midnight hotel to a new_york wrist. i gave him the shot i can live with. it was like tennis, just dis-regardless. a singlehanded guy annoys the crap out of the lot of you.
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230825
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raze
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you're dead to me. this guy, after he said it. muse: those times i let myself go. dewey trans. her m.o. was "come over four times a week". my grade ten teacher is a lime. love your country. that looks like quite the storm.
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230826
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raze
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indignity of rooms, or within days of meeting me both times. dispensary: laughter container. he taxifies. if i listened long enough to you, the phone just finished random singing. my new half-compromises. you got a date tonight? the hoodlessness of our common enemy. this ant? i wish i'd killed them all. and the fifth squirrel just watched me, as if to say, "what the hell is this?" i kicked a rabbit in the shins. you gotta always put some nuts on the top.
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230827
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raze
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you kinda win the movies? here i come anyway.
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230828
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raze
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the boys in history. i can't even tell you (said while laughing). dream those women if you wish. i tried vainly to remember. a deep lake on the company bill. katharine isabelle says she does whatever she wants. they read it, and they read it, and there probably wasn't nothing left to do. two of each somehow returned the same. do you want something logical, or do you want the truth? you've got copious amounts of drugs. you've got three things. sure gonna win thirty million dollars if you go over the plane with me. what's the worst animation you hope to see? idea mensa. and then he comes home from work again. he's the worst possible blame boy. the autisc is real. he's been the hair in ingram's side since he started publishing that book. she's a homeland. i'll wash your neck with a bulldog. it's all bullshit anyway. not a good selection, mother nature.
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230829
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raze
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put parsley in as a great snack-ender. socially acceptable disease.
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230830
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raze
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my hat is a main venture before it's gone. that's why we had three years. that's what we pretty much ruined christmas for. i had a tadpole, though i labelled him ignorant in college. when you hear that — your season backtracked to brilliance — it all falls apart. what's there to like or not like? you are a pig. ironically, if that's no coincidence... if you're trying to disrespect memory in the time you have, god help you. if that's the worst thing i have to worry about today, i'm in pretty good shape.
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230831
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raze
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big, big toe. i flinch in anticipation of the coming change, and she says i can touch thumbs with her as we do the basement. at least i don't have to run to use the rabbit course, seeing as how it's in finnish. volcanic range. this étêté for the linguistic of living.
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230901
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raze
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that's my sidekick: "sandwich boy". we watch each other because we're there. i think of each reason they're behind her, and they choked me. i ask if it's joe. the guy who follows me says no.
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230902
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nr
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both of us wear sweetness as an anchor. like the united states. don't give him that hook. i just want to look at that hook.
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230902
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raze
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the marble looks for darkness in the black. i looked out back. nobody's out front. i always look for madonnas in the lane. i can't usually tell which one. in all the cases, my vet was disabled. you've eaten far from the table. pray for the sun. turns out he could start living in one.
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230903
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raze
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it's in the beginning of a relationship. and that is done. now let's not get us. yeah. and the moon, i'm sure, has criticisms of their vice. the fifth heavens, in retrospect.
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230904
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raze
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uptown. that explains the urge to go shopping. piece of shit. that's how we're gonna do it. it's a friendly challenge music. backup hop. he's a musician. that was before he was born (said in a scratchy woman's voice). it was easier when it was cheesier. past your post, or papa's roast. all the stars and the sty-wear. lucky our own equanimity. he'll have to listen to himself. i feel like points guard, and she feels. he even thought of two or three more words to tell us what we aren't. one of them is "moth". i forget the others. it's funny ... even in the arena, i think all this song is about your boy. i'm not someone who accepts a hundred percent. i took what the situation gave me. it's okay if you die. promises. not so loud. how do you just keep eating around that plate? she keeps showing up. i would crawl in bed a while ago for this one. bouncing this ball up higher than i think it should go. in only one capacity: to provide useful meaning to the troops. i can't remember how many springs i have. going after babies as a kid. a wilderness of pie.
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230905
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raze
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a moronic skunk. shit alarms with shit shavings. i think she's as mystified by the bug as i am. i always was proven outside. would you mind taking a separation body part? re-entered, and you're going to make it happen.
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230906
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raze
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he fuels the strange wind. i don't want to piss here. he's just puttin' his guts in. days of future sleep. i hang my stomach above the rest.
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230907
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raze
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she really isn't struggling. something resembling nirvana is descending. a man with deep blue eyes.
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230908
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raze
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after i'd been with him. and i don't know what you do with it, but... i did not really want to throw anything. you know why? it was because you mostly didn't tell me. you have to be a lawyer to bail out everything heart-shaped and stupid. get to know this red room full of strangers. i knew this day would come — you blowing on my breeze and cock. he was all gone. at fifteen, the sum of his parts already disintegrated. some of them need to work on their aim. phoenix has done more for this family than most men. so the thinking about this is, "he became matthew mcconaughey." much cheerios. you didn't get to sleep for a while. you still get off at free age. in fact, he might even help donate some time. i know what's gonna happen. he's gonna die.
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230909
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raze
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my favourite line: treesha kazeem. i lost creative control of that show. so yes, i did work at home hardware.
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230910
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raze
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fantastic work is glad we did. he's gonna harry you. i'm gonna call you harriet. how we spin it through his hands. a win on the road to miscalculation. if i bury my things now, they're so barely breathable that they're useless. if we continue... how long was the thing you said? i don't know why i did this. he didn't think that. he didn't say that to you. he's gonna win anyway. no one challenged him at all, you know?
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230911
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raze
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grab his little grey rituals. well, i like what i sees, though i don't know which would i hear it. to make them something good that distracts them into staying away. i have to say yes to the timing of my finger. if i had a piece of paper, i would say, "go back in time and save them." is your status good?
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230912
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raze
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we have a check. it's good that we talk about it. thank_you. that's a long time ago. it doesn't love you. she settles in to eat a tired goodbye. using oceans and streams of light, here i am. hey hope. you gotta go and kill them. ah, it's chewy. moonlight falls on squirrels all over the world. it's because of what you found me. and gene beats his way tomorrow. you asked emotions. you got good answers.
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230913
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raze
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his belly is never wasted. that's bizarre. southern_comfort? who's gonna buy that? one drop. music made all the difference. what kind of bats do pets make? that's a traditional part of a child's life. a repository for word dumps.
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230914
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raze
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again and again, it's a really good tennis. grilled in the ghost buds of your house. and the other one is pretty penny for losing light. she doesn't seem to recognize that we're in her house because she has her job. so now i gotta leave the cat to spend time with the kittens. land oil is making us rich in four years. don't even worry about little grey's death report. you're not gonna see it at a greater time of the day. it's my first time doing that to a kid, and i'm left with an extremely kind paw. i had better motivations. she does it. he does it after being called a stabbering idiot. he had one of the most powerful productions ever in the world. you stood up and tried to eradicate what was wrong. your grandmother's mom. when he wanted to alienate someone (said in an australian accent).
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230915
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raze
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i have a training wheel that wouldn't train you. sure you can, 'cause you get your power from the city. when she walks, she rules. (the last one before i gave up on sleep was really strange and interesting, but i lost it.)
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230916
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e_o_i
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(I hate it when that happens! But "i have a training wheel that wouldn't train you" would be a pretty blistering insult for someone who deserved blistering.) Mine: "These movies could all be a little gayer" after a half_asleep_lightbulb_joke.
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230916
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raze
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i don't really want to talk to you, so... shepherded from one place to another.
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230917
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raze
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are you hungry? uh... she's saying she's gonna marry a man named mick. notions. altuitions. did you see someone who was there before? would you even swear what that was? if he tells one, he'll tell the other. and most birds don't like them. it's a good thing. to kill a monstrosity. even though we've asked seven-year-olds, we still don't know the answer. she goes to the line and it's nothing but dust.
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230918
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raze
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the guy was a paralegal surgeon. when you're not away from tragedy, but... with three scared players buying ten pounds of liver that were there. i have to figure out how we're gonna keep staying here and afford the wood when the rent goes up again. why abandon moisture? it eats us right up. i didn't tell you this, because at the time we were trying to figure out what was wrong. as long as she's unfair she doesn't care.
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230919
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raze
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probably not the japanese market. woo, woo, woo. i like it when the brain turns on. peach green tea. i guess it's karma. a series of swollen fools. one of the most enthralling box sets. no, no, no ... that's not lucky. if you're gonna gather yourself, then fucking do it. a sea lion sometimes resembles an actual lion. of our emotional inner crescendo. hmm. maybe the grass, or hot dogs. horsedmodernly. i have chosen not to hear anymore, to pain myself from what he's saying. "i'm pretty solid history," i say. "we have no excuses. why can't we all?" i'm sane. the nation's trying to replicate it. no. you don't trust them. take out your mitchell boys. our bandstand concert, he tried to get in touch with pain.
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230920
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raze
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he wanted to take out the trash. what's in the road? that's a little bit mostly my fault, so... my wife will not raise your weaknesses. say goodbye to the sour cream. torn scoundrel. all i'm trying to do is introduce you some good. i don't know why we're watching one of her videos.
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230921
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raze
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just let me tell you. what pisses me off the most is the general movement of man. the thing about a worm is it's an aquaphobic waterer, okay? watch your shape globally.
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230922
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raze
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gotta be so heavy for now. do dozens of oil paintings. i made the pad, travelling the will to talk. there he had written, "napoleon, but not a free rope." the rise of the rat. i did keep telling eddy about race matters. he balked. teach the asshole to come here. it became a thought that was unwilling to go. time was what it was that put us in there. hey holmes. i wanna call you. i wanna go up there and see what's what. you can move anything. you can talk about us. there's nothing to bleed from darryl. he's nothing. now, on a saving band night. "oh my god. what the hell happened to your voice?" i'm not gonna tell him. the man in question collected weed on their face of tits. nearly fall back. fall ecstatic. i didn't know he had a guitar at the time. i guess steel. because of his literal behaviour. and when others spoke of their influence, they were seen as a continuous threat. slim, you are a say-nothing daddy. is that all we need? one of the best figures of the last century winds around an elevator. he wants it to sound like a whimsical pre-emaciated plant and wrote, "nope." she did this before. i hope she's not acting up. don't do two things: don't misquote me, and don't lie to me. the balance of "braveheart" and one dying love fart (sung to the verse melody of vertical horizon's "everything you want"). they lead down to hell, or they loop down to forever, which might be the same thing.
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230923
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raze
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i wouldn't purport to know such things. so, kip sandwich. under the navy tree. alerin. never take a nitsumae. it can get in the gus mane.
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230924
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raze
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i couldn't afford that version. i think we'd have to special shape them. fry them. they were lavern, and their name on blue was happiness the third. i don't know him outside of pimento. nobody knows him.
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230925
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raze
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every time you think of one layer of twitter recall, another opens up. i thought they totally saved his life on one of those shows, and then he ran off to the country of a parked car. it's about that time, i guess.
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230926
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raze
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actually, with garbage money. a storyline you think you are. there are multiple storylines. city of torment. newfoundland. as in death. as in hill. one hundred children from pauses. you're either in heaven or you're getting your coat ready. you just think, "i'm doing the best i can." i don't trust him. later, he had this habit of walking into rooms where he wasn't allowed and taking over vans. she never says what a full-time job it is. i'll be keeping an eye open for whoever that is. everything beeps the same.
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230927
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raze
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do you know who they recognize? i hope your nose is immediate and broken. he doesn't even remember the good times. latino smell. the pandemic collection. i was gonna ask you to make a joke. it sent me backwards and into the arms of married people. and there was a lie again. the ballad of suburbanism. that's hard to do when people follow you. long story short, my olives are too scarce or scant to be of much use. and here i'd got us to twenty-three just by letting go. someone totally should not be unsafe.
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230928
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we have a bureau of infectigations we need to get rid of. (is an infectigation an insect-related search that for some reason needs to stop?) buffalo smile.
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(wait! that would be an insectigation. an infectigation is related to, well, infection. but it still must be stopped.)
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raze: i kind of want to get that last one of yours on a t-shirt and wear it to protests.
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230928
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raze
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(you should do it! you have my most heartfelt approval! and i would like to join you on your quest to halt the dreaded infectigation.) my latest haul: i'm not buying it. i left my mother in a poisoned briefcase. music wasn't even a factor yet in the day of our lives. how do i remember that i took over you all that stuff? i got him rushed to the hospital with an eating tube and a catheter strengthened. in the next interesting mood, we talk to the office. alternating pain for money. none of them should leave the house on tuesday. if i were ever to go to a place like brad, his star is survived. unconscious, seeming like she might be syndicated.
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230929
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raze
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i did my own singing. i stuck it out. i deserve it. from the top of my head, this is good. the group's legal body stood out nothing to us. north american podcast: hip-hop for sweethearts.
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230930
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raze
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you have to head over and hit the vinyl too, which could involve your favourite album with moderation. mince vibes.
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231001
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raze
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all that lush you might want to eat. i'll give you a porn guard. when you do something and it's like that, you can't just leave it here.
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231002
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raze
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spit any drugs lately? madonna wore clothes like that. you cover ears at his time. the pain. and his content. and his high. it becomes impossible. did you tell me what you did and didn't do? no, you didn't.
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you will never not be in town to support. larda. linda. lie. culturally ambivalent toboggans. it's not that upsetting at all. it's a good thing of the show. if that's the only way you have to blow off steam, then i'm very sad for you. suddenly asked for two and a half nethers. my only solution is to just grab someone that your best was. i have a lot of some of this. shorts confetti. nobody puts them back up. nobody puts them back in their plastic.
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did you know you have to have an explanation for every clear day to hope they get better? he's not in the house. i can see it in his face. this is not a message i want to step away from, but i wanted to make sure we were well dressed. not this. dogs anyway. the hammock.
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231005
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shirts and flirts together crawled up his ass. leech farce turned into a pretty good idea.
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231006
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mosty mart. yeah. mind movie shed. people starts complaining. very relaxed sinner. she gave a lot of time to you, because most of you don't. it's really interesting to learn about people you never knew. i don't see red hot chili peppers. i used my hand. i didn't want to lose it. she's about to take over this big club after having partnered it for however many years. stuff you told me that his brain would tell him back. it's the degree of sanity. what happened to weed, it happens to me. it'll happen to you. are you using your dogs? after an arrest, the guy i think killed himself. if that's hers, then she's claimed it, so she's done. no, that's not good to ride.
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231007
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raze
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build better people. it's not ill early just yet. i don't know if it ever will be.
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231008
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my name is frankie jones. at the end of the day, i don't want to talk about it. but i'm talking to you. i'll leave it here on trial. hold on. i wanna trip you up. nutter natter. the one, chopping off the same tree. now it's attached to a tiny giraffe. she thought s was the indefinite future.
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she got it yet. nope. uh-oh. next week, on american... i have a barbie doll (legal terms). higher realm. "third ground," she says. there's a train from oregon. made rain when it rains. when a pot equals a toke, someone new.
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he's ready to take my order. you can just hear a whisper of who he once was. she's depressed, but they stick to her knowledge, and she has nothing to give.
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she got me squirting again, which is pretty impressive for an animated life.
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lollipop no longer when the dog came out. fluorescent flatulent child. one street fight in london, they outdo themselves.
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jump up to a spare board. the mechanisms of marriage. my deteriorating ass: henley bricks mart. i have a friend who ate an eating bag in a garage. strangeosity to strange scents. no real dialogue. just things that happened. she let me go mercifully. she noticed what she wanted. i'm a silver tongue, and then deposited.
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231014
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the fluid shoes are fluid. and so there. hearing aid in real life. do i need one? why would i need one? three_words: remember matt brown.
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john willington. you can't forget that, but i'll kneel it anyway. hopefully it sounds like tortoise. words to me are strange indeed. he wasn't really clumsy until he climbed on it. once you find a ditch, you enjoy the ditch. once they look inside, you'll never rate. last time he said he was hurt. i don't want to add this to your dilemma if we come back down.
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231016
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it's fancy stuff. what a 50 mean girl, you are. (there was also "Volcano Experience" as a book title, and another book title that included the words "lava" and avocado" but my fully conscious bran sadly can't remember the rest.)
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(that’s right. fully and completely conscious bran. it’s scary stuff.)
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231016
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another dilemma for thee: everyone's feet come forward. (this one feels like it completes yesterday's last half-asleep thought.) do i thank the full bone instead of the future, or both? blows a mood ring out her ass and has nothing to contribute but dust. the first thing i gave my screams to. enter toast. i can change it so it's more overwhelmed and exaggerated. why are her feet so clean? i just saw her accidentally download everything. in june, i think you need that in order to win games. it was the bit parts. lickamine.
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231017
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let's go over here. i'm stalking the burden. that'll take things out of control. i'd give my point votes to skunks so i could reach a conclusion. i tried to distribute it evenly. brothers and i into the abyss. i love you. you're the one. i hope i get to see you in half a life from now. i hope you're on the right thread. imagine this short, choppy playtime. it's what we focused on way back when. look how harbour. one-to-one silence. this is me. this is me. and this is me.
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231018
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burn this big vacuum box that you have. as much as i love having them around, i won't miss sleep over their absence. i think the main thing is someone said, "yes! come! support with us!" i'm reminded of the way girls are hungry like dumpsters. everything more than that. he's in and it's overtime. you can't just make me do that. i mean, you *can*, but it won't go well.
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231019
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ugh. my scissors feel some effort twice a day. he's the queen of scotland, and i am the queen of france. i can't get it up, and i watch a whole movie that won't control. keeper of the id. the one glass behind the heart. and i know that you're not serious about turning around. i'm not rural exploring. ask and ye shall be deceived. (this actually made its way onto the not_quite_truisms blathe eight years ago. strange that it would pop back up now.) yes. "year in books." that's what the title is.
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he had grabbed the most of us. a violin campsite by a heady mistress man. if we make it, we'll be clinging to the massive rock of the maple_seed. this dog picks up old rubber bands to stuff them in his pocket. i don't know how he has pockets, but he does.
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231021
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i won't claim there's something towards me, but... griffin died in the sixties. this infinite posturing is taking me to the soothing land of drug-related puns. now he's the night whisperer. pumpkin. thank you very much.
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there's no one to cook. me too. i'm gettin' thirty. that's why they burn the house down. two girls in the front. cuba gooding jr. in a tree stump. that's gotta count for something. but a thing can't be taught. loyal quirks, royal team, and all the rest. every single time i arrive, every lyric is a lie. i'll tell you stories about the feast if you'll bury them. no crossover today. she'd give all these little losses to people and treasure. i love the organization. i guess that's the skillset. there was a fifteen-year-old in the valley. i told them that. it's what they wanted to hear.
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231023
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"a pluck for canada's face": a much-needed phrase. i want to be able to share happiness for you. you keep hoping and wanting to pull your night together. if a couple of deputies had run to the earth, they wouldn't have found anything. they've got to do it for forego bombs. destiny urkel. i get this ambush. we want one of the masters of events. one of the masters of the fall box. arguably the dream we crashed. and with others, thankfully, more hopefully. he has hopes to be mexico. trade sale could not be relied on. maybe we just need someone to remind me to get home, like a taiwanese parking lot. what would they sleep on, unless they knew that? anti-congratulated water in quebec? hers is not a dream state. she cannot leave until the toilet is hers. flaw is our leverage. flaw had memorial over conflict. everyone has powers. apparently yours is speed-eating.
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231024
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little tupac. i'll hang out for a few minutes, and then i'll chill, scanter, scat. i saw a lot of rats. end of the sweet tear. you were loved from above. you're not as open with your honesty.
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231025
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i didn't climb into another bullshit bandit. it's more "gone future romanticism" than "run". this is yours. that's the thing you see with boys. never working even as they're working. an elephant for every solution.
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we're gonna end up tears. he probably thought he'd betray himself completely if he compared himself to a war not really swelling. numerous calls to the police department p.a. must have finally got the man on his feet. i felt sad when i recorded my train_whistle. could it be i'm subject to his kiss? writing a story out of any kind of safety promises gold. you shouldn't have been there. i didn't learn anything in school that they didn't already sell by the boatload in france. it becomes a dread file concert just to deal with bread. (this was part a full-length poem that appeared in front of me for just a moment like it was on a computer screen, with a few meaty stanzas, but i only had enough time to glance at the opening line.)
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that's why she shut her mouth. she held her temper so bad, she felt it.
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the writer he was, dug out beneath the dirt. i live in a three-dimensional four-foot facility. her whistling ran past my head.
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not a small thing to do. a tiny tradition. was that real? what if i send it? don't come back. why doesn't kingsville contact us? you couldn't have done anything good in the time you had. my dog dies gallstones wanting to vomit on you too. with nothing but historic game proof, it's a long time coming. when it was up, and it was barely up, it will be on. it's gonna take another switzerland. well done. you have some rich kick in the show. it's the magnitude of what you say. you've got to ruin it. the definition caused frustration.
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231030
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chic fillet. he does it worse almost every day. hey, you built in the edge. he left us. we're not into that extreme bedbug blaming. i hope a quarg is the right call. often i think of people as evil everything. to show us what you were capable of musically. our deepest chain needs to be there on your green tongue.
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after eating the machine, i ran it through. i remember when you said, "sometime in the future." the son of a bitch doesn't think he can fight. he thinks he can win. independent net. long hard after love. everything i'd like to be, devon, has been done before. would you like school? would you like to keep going?
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231101
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i don't want this person. van morrison said that first squirt made his head. i don't know where i was or when i was, but i was able to. i feel for the other species as the series starts to show the fourth wall divided. here's a quote from the pakistani government: "and they get who are these people to meet with them." do you want to kill it or take what's off of my back?
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things are working. your hair's gonna be grey. something exists in a fine mist of possibilities in your mind. that model was like a bloodbath with a bargain. all the equipment lost in his mouth. the emotional narrative i'm trying to connect together through some of the disparate threads. ninety-nine percent? pay fifty-eight more.
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231103
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nice people just got off this upholstery. it is a real truth. it is a truth physically in trouble. i think we are all ready for an adventure taskbar!
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never mind, for hilarious reasons. i was in cornflakes. he was all crippled. bear ball. airball. gear hold. however, if you desire the swing set, allow me to direct your attention to... i guess these are my friends, but i'm not the same boy. all the custard he considered for his own lemonade face. tina rated pretty's mouth. typing, hoping to pull some dust from the air.
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231104
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you may have to get in through the bathroom window. in contrast, her desire to be the world number one is entirely there. not stoic. wait. sat it down in every way. it barks at imaginary cars. chore. real and deal.
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231105
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that doesn't work sometimes. i'd like to say to you that we've met up here before. that's insane. so ... she let herself feel you? a listen deep within the landscape. it's like a weird backpack that's also a blonde-haired girl. her life comes to a close at the same salon. get at the essence of what's good. stunningly high percentages that turn into strange absences. twenty cheat score.
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231106
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i've got a problem with the amount of singular on your face. in too sabot for a time. when he showed up, he was good. when he didn't show up, it was maddening. wouldn't have been known to him anyway. jesus. they want you to be nice. he'll be nothing but change, huh? they happened to have a "least hail" barrel. so, the last wind is virginia's class. i used to love those when i was a kid. within one spot of fitting in after that. he puts electronic arms up there. christine's images destroy. if that's what they wanted, they get schooled. lay your hands in the third person.
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231107
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call it facial tequila. when you're seventeen, you're standing on the stage together. august, left and right. i could see my worldview as very refused. thirteenth father of the nineteenth time. you stay an orange, justifiably naked. he's a student of the traditional japanese learning act: just one fact beaten into submission.
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231108
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particularly at my seminar. oh, he said he likes to play. that's all i can do when she's rich, is get words to you. oh_no. ugly stuff, as per usual. the director knows: you can't hear, you can't hear. giving his bold folds and trumpkins. he always carries something and takes him by the hand. i want to contemplate who your magnet is in charlene land. if i missed that mark, i wouldn't have ever thought to give it a try. who's buried? i thought, "you have to come with me." i want to go up. not salmon. please say/abandon/slur something else. what's prime in a number anyway? we never go under eighty anymore. i told her, "you have to have this." her name is your name is my name is yours.
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231109
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smelter about school. were you writing in a handful? i love how our instrumental looks. i have two hard externalists with me. if we all just strip away your fears. when you find ketchup that she burned again. he's gonna look at lebron, dr. mccool. a plastic. a farther lamb. when he was drowning. no fall. no calls. so good. one of your tongues before christmas. the only way i can get where we're going is by using a bound discovery. when i tell daniel, i'm gonna tell him. don't call me snowman. i'm a wanderer. i'm a daddy. you should be shocked about it. and i kind of was. i hate that script. i only want what one word said. milked by magnificent madness. the joe thomas thing. thank_you. we all name our babies after her. i am exactly what i said he wouldn't do. but the story came out something good, still reduced to introduction. i feel for another meal or two. i'm an emotional human. it's a factor, you're right. violet foot explosion. that was artist. that was hard. that's a hell of a little patience. we'd have to move a lot of things around, and i'd feel scraped out and stuff, but... i'm gonna tell him i can't even change your voicemail. i don't get it. why would they use that? woman walking by says, "pardon me?" but i didn't say anything to her. so i can't spit in the car all the time.
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e_o_i
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Dutch wounds in cinema Walk forward confidently in some sort of direction
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231110
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i don't imagine he reneges on everyone. i'm only doing it because i wanted to keep in touch. pretty much end plus. okay, kids. so here's what happens when sesame street ends and everyone dies. you won't be able to tell what it is. you're always thinking freely so many things. overlaid with six feet of gaud tape.
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231111
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we're still entitled. don't tell your mama. let's go burn the tree. old ideas stay young. where do you sleep? and so pedestrians. you have this long to turn in a quiet protest about school. the toll living takes.
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231112
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you had one plane to catch. that's all. you gotta try and sell your farijanté. she's ingrained with her own cow whip out back. at least you could say, "well, he didn't abandon himself." a woman. some surrogate. chimera flips the coin.
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231113
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doesn't new_york hope you'll laugh? we were all listening to our campus communicator struggle to speak. i sent six players to another team for a squirrel with bad posture. a human with a broad-shaped head came into work with me one day. no, not at all. much true to that.
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231114
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there's a mechanical explanation for this. it's already in my ear when it's not even *on* my ear. what the hell is that? some people like it when they pay their styrofoam cow to speak. cross between the statues at.
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231115
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i was working at the olympic dinnertime. i fell in love. i told him his legacy of licks won't be remembered. i'm uncomfortable that i can see her self-failure.
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231116
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therapy album. snowbound. nothing to worry about. he said he was drunk and he wasn't really responsible for what he was doing. and then he backs it up.
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i have to give you the thanks for the twizzer. caught enough to wind a gurney. eating it beside the tower. took off to bury it. come back to grab another and go. thank you for every happy groovy grinding guard the man can do the math to help. i'm working with incredible cowards. i woke up. i'm getting old. moments through the score of abylon. one knows how to play.
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231118
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let you tell her. that sweatshirt. specials. joanne scabbard. some of them actually take dangling shit every day. that's that lever. he's a character. i didn't know this was the sort of thing that would scare kerry. i feel often rotten. you can't live on roach-shaped poison. you can perfect. i'm just gonna download it. would you? you're done.
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being weird versus relaxed
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no one was changing the title yet everyone was getting it wrong.
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the day i want to go home, you know i'd wake up a whole hell of a lot less damp. i know who he was. no, no, no. it's a good way to make money. go home in a sense to hit your bottle there. now we have to separate death from fun. blood red courage. a little bit of found sound cutting these stories. some saw time as a reason to give money. there was some stuff worth getting mad about in the original. stick in the cheese, which has been known to happen.
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no wonder it fits in the bathroom. perfect. i can see why you think my sanity is a stain. flipping us the poison bird. don't do it. do it. it made my movie hypothetical. isaac gathers gabe.
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231121
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replay. i saw it happen. i don't think i wouldn't do any cut at home. she's not been here before. you'd probably get two helpings. these might be the last chips with a decent amount inside, but the ink is gone, replaced with web-flavoured nature. his replacement company taught her floating technique in seventeen hours. paul and him were addicted to the irony without youtube. exes will change your face. when he looks at the sidewalk again, please let it be me. all those shields. he cut through them years ago. he'll also blue be denied.
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231122
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i had to work in the hospital. no. let me tell you what that is. shadow gibson. at least she doesn't have the phobia where everyone thinks everything is great. little kids enjoying new life with aunts. if i had something extra to say, that was so embarrassing. you have this scorpion's children. my joy just came from sara_lee. multiple meteor email movement.
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epitome of incomprehensibility
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Ich habe noch nie gearbeitet.
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predeceasing our mental illness. he likes that enzyme. so runs the world away. he called me. there was a backbeat, and then there was a jazz backbeat, and then i heard something else. they're difficult. one, because they're hard to do, and two, because... shouldering that is like a cry vowel song. they did the leg thing. they did the whole expiration stuff. threnody keeping. you have this whole thing keeping in your head when it's time to start to talk. you can't begin grateful. they go back sleep. you had to get very good nine, you know. pull. if you want to solve fewer problems, i think we're good. anyhoo, i thought this was a fun moment. all of that stuff-doing that i'm tired of. i miss those words. what it took for my wife to notice the cj was there. we weaned on her so many times, it's as if the queen was tripled. they don't tell me where to witter it.
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231124
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this is over. that's done. why didn't they say to him, "i don't know, we can't do this"? angel elvis to toronto. it's one of the grossest things you've felt in your life. beautiful. i keep feeling the smile from their face. maybe it's supposed to pledge. the picking or the playing. the playing was incredible.
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231125
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drinking tons of mayo. so i was walking *right* this time? five, two, four, six. package starts to leave like it's possessed. monkeys are scattered all over. please let the tractor trailer stop paradise. at my best i can beat just about anyone. since i feel at my best i am incredibly interesting, i am therefore unbeatable. and seventy-one. that's slim. grief's red hand. you're not a hero. you're an asshole. they had a long losing streak, but they're twelfth in the order now. he's almost gone. there's no vegetation at this point.
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night approaches dawn closing eyes for just a moment my love, still speaking, murmurs on as the day’s weight settles upon my mind - with quaking breath and a tearful eye - I hear the one who waits just for me fading to the light I find a fitful sleep granting him the briefest familiarity – though Death does not yet call my name I know he will too soon return for me and you and we and I know that he will soon return for he carries me off to sleep
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maybe my special powers have just been released without being explained to me. satyr seater sonic. it sputters itself in recognition. i chase the er in case we have an emergency in there. i'd be happy to be a criminal for the rest of my life. grey text on a white page: "just jaws and snow." i've been judged on my performances for my skill as a dj. a striped robot special. i grow like a thong in front of the caretaker. he hangs up, and they're left to scramble and look for him in their lives. they just assume that i'm a fortune. a standing fortune. i never had much of a paint for getting dressed. all day long the end is near. i can't help them. neither could they. it's a big problem. there's a harsh presence there. there's a mushy millionaire. what are you doing? it's theft. it's photography for fruit flies. nothing dread preserves.
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looks like the chimney i lost in summer last year. something that has anxiety in it. i would have loved to get even more sleep, but if i sleep in, then i lose myself.
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make sure there's no best remorse. it took my 10:15 appointment. you of all people can't stand around talking about the past. you've got to make the future. 1977 quote: "tactful." perhaps drinking it made air fresheners. you're in an eco-fight pet jam. just moments ago on the stage. one day i'll get the q-tips too. right then and there you have to tell a story. you stipulated age. and given what's going on in there, ten seconds on the ground is pretty impressive. a zoo hickey. a doohickey. i get where she used to be.
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you can see where the issue is. and then it's eight dollars a pound. i don't need real harmonica in my music anymore. four, five, six. no, that's not true. he's hired him again.
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don't discipline that much. discipline's too nice. impossible batteries back. those seeds were of destruction. her sin was something to do with spelling. the belt you carried around from 5:12 to 5:15. i was having a nice one.
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he looks like he's got gills there. how big or how small — it don't matter much at all.
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i'll paste. i'll paste. do you know how LAZY that is? i think it was the only claustrophobic thing HE does.
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kevin star-sick. standing in her shoes. lithuanian insect. closing eyes without a stake in sight. you prefer a homemade sanitary to a napkin.
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that's just wanting to be reminded: "here i am." to borrow stan cooper's bmw. kinda held you weight at all in some cases. charlene shows up wearing a suit, which is one of the funniest things i've ever seen. i could hear the song in grassy dining out of nowhere. magnificent dildo. or maybe she'll use it as an excuse and say he was done last year.
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231204
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i don't particularly like christmas, but my children do. so i add up. i leave them. six above the seven. my brain is still halfway out there, with a witchell and all the united afternoons and turns. i looked it up. and that way, if you don't mind... my creation is beyond criminal snacks and worries. that's beyond the past of a bowl. i was like, "whaaaaaaa?" why is the guy in the front so square? give me i'll show you, christopher. i guess we just gotta dive.
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death to the star eagles He's the guy to be fooled of the dental truck. smooth as ketchup wrinkle, drink, and fix promotionism by Tim Evans (this might be one of the half_asleep_titles, except it seems to be the name of a theory rather than of a book)
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but other people will throw fat at them and say, "here." they're not talking pictures. they don't look terribly realistic. i don't know how much progress you're gonna make in boxing, because it's not a sport. much engineered not to do anything at all. you only get to race on your terms.
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lack of work. look like you have a boyfriend. he's postured them, and well plays the lived. the taking of telham is standing up. hitting all noble sources to try and get rid of his pen. big blue eyes. oh, it's crazy. you always get two, crazy highlander. 'cause i'm crazy for you. unless she showed me exactly how big it was, i would not have known. boot lickers anonymous. toque, toque.
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231207
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my name's howl. dating synergy. waiting for the snow. miss_you, snow. you're not gonna have leftovers. and you're not gonna get to enjoy the leftovers. to keep being seen. i don't enjoy having to repeatedly tell myself it didn't mean nothing. "if not" means you don't know how to. i'm not now, yeah. but i'm pretty. shame on you. the amount of money you dreamed. we should try this thing next monday tuesday. mocking nine contributions. they won't send it. she's a coward. the only matches.
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231208
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"when's it gonna grow solids?" "i think... AFTER the roses?" get me halfway around the world after, but...
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231208
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all you think about is your hairstylist. your hair's gotta move through your head and hat. i turned my head and vowed i would never return to a land rented by land. i'm not suicidal or anything. i just know the score. babbling feeling.
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231209
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wayne the gracie brain. when you were born, you were standing on your back. they went to move the rate of the rent you borrowed, but no.
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231210
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then we'll burn up. we'll have some french toast. whole entire giant zilkins of dollars. they looked over and above her rather than through her. this was an authority. she was good to manage the bad times during the straight answers. monday is the fun day. not a swollen nun day. a quiet fascination with dr. ollie. i guess it's possible a cab_driver will let me use his face.
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231211
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put a lacrosse scale over the prescription?
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231211
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"Her words are stumps" = you can't rely on what she says "today gaffe militant" = person who likes kinky sex There's a lot of clothes to teach to you. She's a vice president of American English. The people is different now (end of chorus of a rap song) convivo troppo the duck Totoro They were kind of taken prisoner and defeated. Make her look at you and then run away.
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231211
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with brent butt, there's always an extra layer of buttness that makes him butt. but butt. it was just here yesterday on the water. there's no guarantee if you fall asleep early it'll stay good sleep. i promise never to let any of those 747s get us. those rotten plane things. they smell like farting. when you take a minute, you did on yourself. you get dark infections from all kinds of stupids. the apple can eat my ass off. underneath the neat parade. as a result of seeing what it could face, it ran out. see paper, eat it. i'll try.
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231212
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you'd have enough money to buy us beer in chicago. in the same way, he ... he had created this order queenery. i saw him left-handed. you know who that is? the honest. that's the cereal. sudbury rice. you have apples and oranges to your heart. everybody finds out.
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231213
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you were given larger wheels to make music out of the distant voice of the two-by-four. building blocks, and a urethra that isn't narrow.
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231214
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open rush. warm street. you really wanna know? you don't ask for that sort of thing. there were some times when he failed. he looked a little bland. blurred and blarred and torn. who i was but never had the strength to say. bad explanation with some good songs. i can get away with not working after all the sleep i've done. so i put the ingredients. i put the train_whistle for you. and the irretrievable proxy. surround. is this lake? they don't want to give away free copies, i guess, of influences. just, if i notice you, you're gonna later on potentially regret it. i don't walk with anyone who is gonna wear headphones. drag that idiot's name through the dirt. i'm leaving because of me more.
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231215
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haddice horn. to the paper limbs of both diners. went in. the music sounded good. became second guess. stopped. that's a formally advised collective right there. it's the worst possible collaboration.
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231216
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it's a head catch with a winter catch coming up inside it. and who you kept saying was special. you don't even have to. you just have to feel the stellar burn. i thought they were on the table. don't. a metal thing becomes permanent. you're gonna end up with very serious alarm. where was gas all night? probably spoiled. it's down to thirteen, nineteen dollars. my partner for drag and assurity, over and over again. it eats the truth when they hide.
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231217
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buscemi? oh yeah. i was still a friend of his in grade school. you're starver than i thought you'd be. today i'm proud. seconds. seconds. seconds ... but i'm proud. gonna go over there and sprinkle some sawdust on my lip. far from the one who babysits you. in fact, give me those dates. ten after twelve. too tight. i think you can see she's this panty goody people. what we don't like. no, he's kind of roaming.
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231218
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would the guy from captain break stall generation x? plays barbie music and has bees.
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231218
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i want to protect both of your gardens, so... it's really snowy. get the fuck out of here.
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231219
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it's a drive across the lake. they found the apartment game in the mud.
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231220
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she was cocktailed before she heard me. walk and talk tomorrow, as nuts need to step forward. careless. unattached. it's gonna burn up. having copper angels. they tied our bodies behind the tracks. "i learned to let go," or so he said. macrophasia. anhadosa. my vet visit was painful. he doesn't give me anything to eat.
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231221
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whoever recorded this music, this is badass. stand up. face the kitchen. better he than me. tweak twellington's leg. i laugh when they start telling me of something. of sometimes. of somewhere. of shit. who was drinking? an amateur tips. mill-side sailing. drinking donuts?
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231222
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rejection. discovered lamb filter. i think, as an observational humourist, our best is behind us. give a friend a chance. then step away. you just want twenty? i'll give you twenty. formality kingpin.
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231223
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when your dad said you're allowed to explore... a frustrating amount of friction. she's not the emotional power start to the day.
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231224
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so, she's dead. mindless magic. the first time my heart was broken, it was broke. no. no, i'm truly gone. and then she played for the guy. we have dreaded as a fearful tale. to this warmed-up tempo. you remember how category looked. this is the house. the mirror is a moron. you always sing up here. that isn't necessary. ballads for me are personal whims.
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231225
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middle of the night fire exit. a small group of puppies throw danger to the curtain.
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231226
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guess what's full of full-full? astrological turkey. five-minute fine restaurant man. it picked me up when i realized that was the end of the day. she was a rat_shearer then, with some sort of artist who lived around her smile.
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231227
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as the christmas center soon rubbed his ass... he turned the lemon and killed himself.
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231228
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constantly dreaming, from concealed desperation to boatload. what's seattle? they were having fun in the woods. what happens in a dense thicket of underbrush stays there. i ate one of my customers. the lawyer said, "you're not gonna find any of these people." well, five months later, there they were. she asked if i had jolie. i said sure. kill one, save one. my best buddy disappeared. you were relics of that. not me. from teen by night, i'll let you go. be careful there. yeah, that was probably okay that she abandoned you. pleasure seeker: is my new engine a hunk of crap? it would have blown her mattress. oh my god. don't dwell on it. she changed her husband's eyes. cbc 4:10. and then, at drip face, there's complete clarity. my gust, freaking out at the beginning of 2001.
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231229
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have you ever decided to leave? my consciousness and i just can't seem to get stuck back together again. that says a lot about your believed wars in life. theoretically palpable realizations.
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231230
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good. then we don't throw it out anymore. the thick sound of someone sniffing someone else's pee. i'm sorry. your cock being so smart ... really able to capture and re-cable. sixteen hours of bad bites against them. paul has no business in this movie. it's been a while since there was this breaking feeling of an electronic device. respect publishers who have an internal dynamic rather than an editor. people are failing rocks.
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231231
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the sadness has come when he smells like rainwater and sand. i was in tears when i came to cherrywood. she has not been me. nestle's gonna run with gravel in his voice.
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240101
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i can no longer withdraw a tens patient, okay? not a journal against the world. "so," she said with a wry smile. "i'm a wrist wrapped in tonic paper for you." his name is my name too. nerve endings. the conquest is making me nervous. peter patrolled his pants.
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240102
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they must suck the blood right out of your knuckles. because survivor sacks syndrome. they could enjoy commitments. they're so addicted. you have to pay the way and then make them pay. because i keep looking into homeless problems.
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240103
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the wrap is who i am. ...which, around for the most part, tastes more like death than anything. that's a pretty sly lasagne. and it's a small box now. that mother-walking fuck. what do you do if you find a pumpkin? you make yourself some pumpkin pie, without cutlery. i put a brick there.
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240104
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how do you get to be that expensive? god was this brusque "i have a lot of things to do" kind of character. i'm just a guy who's passing through. certainly not a friend or a traitor. they had to kill the bullet holes because nobody's here. i like mini hotdogs, but they're not normal sweet. in the dark side of the richter. they didn't think he was gonna pee you. he said, "thanks for coming." i said, "yell at yourself for once." a context-free society. i think it was an honoured wave.
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240105
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remember how i'm a veteran. they get paid something like eight-twenty. he cleared the last hurdle in six minutes.
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240106
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i always thought you would execute a better version of whatever i feel inside. and what they called me was the ultimate caring of the human self. initiate and illness. witless winter nights. they ruined in the grass. i aim to connect.
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240107
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i don't want to ride a log outside of a christian window. white_wine and cherry brine. you can bend her to your will. you thought, "fuck, that's stupid." seventh note. i don't know you, but i got mad. so this is who we are. stiff structure survivor.
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240108
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what are you doing with dennis, john? i don't know if it's supposed to harbour their hatred. i think i don't need glasses. i'm glad, you pussycats. much longer than you would think. slow, sloppy loops. sad life as he ran into an army, bush life and threatening. i need to put in knife pockets outside my legs. that's great. just leave it.
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240109
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it's not good to carry people's severe intentions on my shoulders. understand: it does little to adhere. first one had some knacks. my new fog. how i ask. i'll be all i've got. when i was family, he was unaddicted and novice. wonder and word all hems from the same place.
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240110
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boy is only a legend. a bit baffling.
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240111
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i think you're a natural tour. i believe everything i ate, saw, and saw someone else eat. call me where it hurts. the magical environment is gonna stay this way. winners win, but which road rustles? a letter of admonishment for the pace of the tower. i just saw a dancing crow. so where did you wanna go? i am the packages you're not aligned with. life is one of the very busy adults for children. what about vape? that's slang for masturbation.
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240112
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i will go in there and watch your bugs. she went through a lot of history.
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240113
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go home, TVs. this took way too long.
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continue = an article of clothing
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240113
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jimmy. i knew it was you. fine, fine, fine. it's fine. i'd like my own internal editor to be my stopper for this new peacemaking coalition kit. because you're not there five days a week. come to a bathroom with a very small batman button. the guy who taught me looked up to an early downfall. it's funny to finally see. i finally preferred an agent of growth. she seemed to see nothing was left at that point of entry. you're the same age i was once. i'm at worse. i don't know if you've established enough.
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240114
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i miss the stink of salted over breath. that was what made the show so lovely: it was about feces from the rescue center, but we didn't have to know it. i brained the store half to heaven. i write the poems. i don't get to... i can't cooperate. just pacing through. her class is the visual artist. i've got my wet piece of id, so there you go. maybe i did. maybe i don't want to disobey. at hungarian salami now it's probably eighteen. and then he started calling him nice. look. lookit. cement. i kind of pulled shit that your dad wouldn't approve of. i hear your past potential. sometimes we're okay. she leaks. she doesn't breathe.
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240115
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what i found is the nutrition, so you can hand it down. it wasn't really a want. he was a running back and a great guy, but tall as a barber, and that made me fear him. idiots having too much filled in their mouth. if you or someone you love were provided a problem that leaks lighter fluid, big deal. simply eroding, followed by laughter. so, gatani two. but they grew into a fine mess of public opinion. always safety in grooves.
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240116
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she had a cut. it's in my tree. what's more than an hour? that's nothing. please. how could he think we're great when he doesn't even know us? "more than happy" is easy when you've given salad-faced pieces of your soul.
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240117
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there's a lot of people in far-flung places that are happy where they are.
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240118
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barber. barber. barber. i wouldn't do that with your son. run well broke down. if you hadn't said it, i could tell. you can't win in nineteen holes. i don't have a problem donating people.
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240119
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"I can just brush my teeth while I put lotion on to save time"
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240119
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that doesn't happen. that doesn't cue the dimples. external anguish. souls that take it all apart. clam stinkin' up a bottle.
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240120
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i iperate the world down to fifty percent. he follows her and maybe wants to move to be with her here. i think someone might have gout and is doing her best *not* to remove it to spite us. and it wouldn't be him if it wasn't for the return of spice-eyed george clooney.
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240121
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something's gonna happen, and i'm gonna say, "yay." the fight lasted for fifteen hours. if somebody wants nobody to know... two cocaine kingpins. i whisper the name of my nemesis. crazy misty splash.
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240122
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but the police car gives me a creep. thom_yorke complimented the map of the unmarked song.
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240123
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i listened to some. it reduced me as well. greatest hour of collinger's escape i've ever heard.
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240124
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it seems it stopped being entertaining and now it's just intellectualizing. this case was miles for weeks. i didn't think she'd want to share the boy. schizophrenia: one more cost. the sound is pretty small but derived from the plainness of its wrongness. foghorn leghorn with a megaphone strapped to his stomach. gave us marrow hysteria.
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240125
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now it's all grey. tossing in such an emotion. i'm opening a slash of flesh. it'll slow everybody, and maybe that'll be an improvement. lack of idea. lack of carl. lack of hey, hey, hey. to the moment. nobody was more denoted.
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240126
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by the way, we've been charged with low maintenance. you've got a city of some insult. nice as she was to me, she was missing the mother love sentiment. i've decided to have none of you charged if you charged my mind. i don't know how many of you have an inducing rumour. it's nice having three hands here. punched iron tales in the night. mike holds his pulk for an enemy.
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240127
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my prettiness would be around christmastime. that was awesome. fade out for a little breathe. a werewolf as legs.
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240127
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i spent one hour warts and all in this scene. he has some on board to the selfish. they could use it. neither did i know you was meant to hit porn. he was playing with increasingly dark optimists. it's considered part of flabbergast.
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240128
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basic goddening. senior bears: who's dating? i'm numbing who. i'm eating it. i'm having another hallucination. i tried to quit bullying and burning and bugging.
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240129
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i brought my own pants; i just don't want them anymore. but either way, they don't have uncomfortable resolutions.
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240129
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would you want the mouse arrangement? parental prose, or book of draws. you participate in eating the vegetable, or you jettison it for another time. it's what tramps are saying in this clip. you told him. he didn't like it. all's well that ends in happy end wells. when they gave you that confusing heart, did they put you together?
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240130
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i left it on the counter. if infidelity had been an unforgivable offense, i wouldn't have been involved with it. everybody hates them for being too prog to be pop and too pop to be prog. you know what? i'm just so intelligent. race again in 21k. the scar of star was very spring troubled. memories of newsom come to mind.
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240131
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...like she was a walking concussion advert (in a crotchety, fake-old-man voice) Yer gotta put some dignity on it. I don't know why Thursdays would cease to exist. Osama bin Laden was a little pear (with an accompanying image of a pear) Oh, god of too much of yourself... He twisted twice in overtime.
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240131
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help me protect someone protecting frank sinatra getting mugged. i baffle not by which means i forgot. it would be easier to send if you hadn't already sent it. okay, guys. your girlfriend's on the right track. you shouldn't ignore gymnasts. if anything, what i shoulda did was grow a beard just to spite you.
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240201
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i remember afterwards what happened to my aunt, who was my first male soldier. before i walked down the street, it became this voice for using children. you're wandering for a gay consultation. now, they think you're saying that you think you're an agent. you said my bank was like a book. don't open the envelope. it's all truffles and butts, mostly, from someone angry at the movie. maybe, from one of his or hers. if i were designing a fever in dance (which she wasn't, really). it was literally a way for me to fall asleep for the first time.
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240202
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i was born in august 1991. i'm still falling. bladder without the rest of the body. it would hold you accountable. and then where would you be?
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240203
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you seem like a ghosted version of yourself.
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240203
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what's the biggest landscape? lots of actions and squeaks and sides and themes. some of them get vicious and attack people because they're tired of getting hurt. you can't win watching tv when you've always got so much water in you.
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240204
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allowing me to allow you to allow me to allow you.
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240205
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i found tim, just like others, to be witty, erudite, charming, and assholey. trying to bring government into politics is like fighting a nurse. i'm all through, guitar pick. you turned down this and a body? learn. shadow. shit. timeless. talk about this weakness i had at work. i'll need your help. an ethical machine. six minutes. these were the five that set you up. clap if you had a heart. and maybe i had one too. not if i knew him, no. easier insides. names will change. no, no, no. not another name again. be them. don't hate them. there's one dark patch of road you can take one step on. that's it. the rest is a mess.
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240206
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it ends. what do you want me to do? the scientific speed of thunder. he was thinking about discipline because he wants to have a baby.
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240207
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this morning i visited a venice beach punxist. latex person: chowy chunk version. that's giving him thank_you notes for looking different. then they're incompetent and they confuse your death. the shows that are just a case of me visiting them. mom retaliation. twice they're a hundred years old. the will whose mind rode away. a somewhat self-discovery.
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240208
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a big colander and skin. it's good to be a good door. there is no kind of predator. and as the world falls into places... how has anyone who's ever tried to know a symptom or a dog been saved?
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240209
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hooks? well, there's still a lot. it's just gonna sound strange — the texture of your voice against the gesture of an n sound. in that area. in that push. with usual police, i wasn't counting. i was going out on a mermaid's tail. i wish i could say other books were disappointed. i guess there's a new incient home for handel.
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240210
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nuked day. just like everyone else here, she oppressed my insanity. the power is to withhold, not to provide. "i have to tell you something," bryan cranston said. then he dipped his head, improving a mantra. even though she stood to lose financially, she started to learn.
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240211
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just let me stun the condor. cookie monster, safe in his big bully 'brella. he gave one, emboldened by a young sword. that's what he's thinkin' 'bout: a nerdy rest. missing, presumed bread. defeats a different division.
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240212
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we know we push the limits of what language can do. its nature and nurture defy explanation. camden by night truck. nobody painting, and the last of my lifelines flying away. torn business white side swiper. harpoon my heart. maybe he doesn't have some very nice things to say about her either.
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240213
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last_night was dreamless spotlight. a clean conniption. i don't feel my proper length until the last second. so many of them are flat lives. hither come wither. he had paid her after he let her forget herself. indulging me in the terror of not knowing.
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240214
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mistreaters treat who you care to write. but he's a medium. including the rare "do you want to have feelings?" excuse. anyone can listerine. sometimes, like the one cue medium bleed. the first blathes of mine, offloaded with south side. my case is a mister. they don't just show you. if you can't communicate as they were, there is sabo. after dealing with confusion, things get more confused.
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240215
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doing it astrology, for thy name is never. baffle. i asked you to consider four lids. one will be right. i'm waiting for it to click. to take hold. a flame or something. sads fanj stabble. this is the tail end, and at the e-end i was gonna put... without the green leaves, call me "decks of stew".
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240216
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there's no such thing as walking. pregnant wretched old flames. no sense. no friends. this is it. and you're adding souls to the jewish accolades. don't insult me with news about the umbrella, because it had been a long time.
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240217
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The hamster, in my opinion, is too much. the kind of water to build a home I have a round-shaped and a dust-shaped story to tell. They didn't know where they were pooping, if it was someplace famous. There's Bappe (pronounced "ba-pey") again! this time with the sleep evaluation forms. I prefer dialogue to Spanish. a plus-size sofa with Muslim roots The dangerous part is figuring out languages are the same.
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240217
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there are some parallels. run from a mask, but you just keep going. he likes to learn. you can almost see him thinking. even the title of this is distracting. i can't watch it. the absence of an ending.
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240218
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raze
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don't tell me what's involved. where did she get pony and the artifact that i have? i don't believe in second nature. better than sad. dimmer ditch. there's another airplane coming back. that's exactly what happens with all of them.
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240219
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nr
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tick-dock hearts will never know until yesterday.
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240219
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raze
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say, "poor jesus." imploring an awareness. that's a choice we're gonna have already now. the six thousand dollar silence refrain. poya. "i didn't put a gun in my mouth," he says. "people put it there." our national bank. one person's wish. it's what he's supposed to do. this is so cavalier it's true. on phantom ear to love obsession, my life will never be the same. that's why you don't wake them up with what you do. you wake them up with what you *don't* do. god knows nuts disappear fast enough these_days. when i first looked at leaves, i made it up for you. charles was very considered. you take care of you. i'll take care of the mainstream. you're one to talk. you've been here as long as i have, and you can't find one interesting conversation to flush down the toilet.
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240220
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raze
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"i am not i," soma says. "but i want my offer to apply." this year, in october of 1995. do it at los angeles. is everyone a gambling addict? so go away, you stupid mechanical lyrics that aren't very good. girl with stiff or steep panties. i think it was your face that you would always say. i heard you while reading the sky. tried the same thing with billy_joel. he wanted to know more but was too tired to astonish. they thought a bridge was gonna keep out the crows? really?
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240221
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raze
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i'm runnin'. i'm sneezin'. i need a brand new pair of eyes. there's been a lot of twitching, and a lot of itching. neither inspert nor memory. [note: i think "inspert" is meant to be the inverse of "expert" here.] whether they've been watching or not, they've been having twenty-threesomes. i found this out ten days ago. and all our hands would just run, run, run briefly. he sends a message to his fans with a fourteen-minute physical. not really much else to choose from.
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240222
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raze
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it holds a new theme. and you're tired. at nine alive we get to save hand salt. you don't run from music. music runs from you. hey. i hear you. thanks to mario green, hurl them much fire knowledge. "of mice and men": infinite levels of lenny. i don't know where it comes from, but i didn't ask about it. and so it ends, but it gets brave like that. walk across the treetops. they're the nickel-dimes.
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240223
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raze
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transcendental television.
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240224
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raze
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putting something together that requires four hours is such a hassle, but such a way.
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240225
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raze
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i'm back in the program, determined to compensate you for your lost time. chew the fish. suffix chair. why'd you react that way?
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240226
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raze
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i didn't think it'd be uncomfortable (said in a sort of snotty, indignant voice). more to cancel. new floor. obvious, only too slow.
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240227
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raze
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they have a right to kick this dude in the nuts. you have many golden instruments. a new plaid purple toilet. if i had a simple thread below morning theft... cause no harm to neighbourly dogs. it takes close to fifty years.
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240228
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raze
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if he can hit you up, he will. he's after the answers. uniquely printed on an astral cue card.
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240229
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raze
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betcha nook. yes, it is a fiction now. boy's cursed. she got back up and lasted a little longer. he just wasted away.
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240301
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raze
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the crazy dreams and in the hospital not knowing. you're welcome to say hello to the weather along with the grains. you weren't mentioned before by this battery. i'd call you a liar, but you're a sticky piece of cake.
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240302
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raze
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seen: two starlings and a hillside dove. he was closer than it took the time to suss out serious light. lost two_words.
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240303
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e_o_i
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Indeed, I hope he never backs up to a magnetic person like that. ...when the world was patting itself over the back, having a candy bar with itself.
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240303
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raze
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hey, mediocrity of mutability means never having to say you're sorry. [that's an e_o_i inspired half-asleep thought if ever i had one.] it was such a "digress and deny it" kind of day. too bad. oh bad. farmer lucifer. i download my songs the same once and for all. total expendable arts. a lot of easy but cooked opinions about collages in north america. well, it's funny you should ask this question, because i've been trying to play it down, firstly, but...
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240304
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raze
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you're making "road house". you know you're cool. you know you're crazy. here's looking at you. so i'll give it to the why of the bylaw. america is being serenaded by all these little pedestrians. stuff like that. bricat coors and walls on the furnishings. very apt of you to glide into the sort of thing that would make us gaze. it had hair on it, and it was gone in two minutes. it is where it was.
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240305
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raze
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i'm glad, like a sea court case proceeding. took me pre to be witty. the will to be wrong. finally, at enclosure, he fixed some of those things.
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240306
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raze
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someone get the turkey. i'll find it and pour more solvent on his fans.
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240307
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raze
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"i love the skin of this code we're in," i said. "this unending decay." this is me, but i'ma play me, slay me. my grace has never been so dog-fed ego. holy shit. he delivers.
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240308
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raze
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shower the cherries, or the chicken dies. finally, the red light. i've been a big fan of pickering over the years. new songs and other brass snakes. circular nation. one young boy named pupil started "love amazing". when he finds something special, he wants to sink his teeth into it. the children sucked.
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240309
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raze
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he has saved his body through relationships with dickbags.
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240310
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raze
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brim baked through to the vessel. i'll birthday my butthole. it's like a sea lives longer with each life. starving morning. you hit your knee. like a former body filter. my pumpkin, to be read. don't be going bald now. i was gonna ask, "what's orgasm if it constitutes longing?" i just did it before. it makes me stand out in these huge corners, though if you knew me, a surge or something. one parent of pilot. waited to meet you and for his trees to come down and kick you. he loses the key he uses to open his cell door.
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240311
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raze
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in my hand lies my famous poem: "in relation to your yearning". meanwhile, the night in powerful but not summertime air has brought up tree production.
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240312
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raze
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ersatz show going. he's like R2D2. you give him an artificial consciousness, compromise his vision, and send him out into the world. looks ahead, and i'll dip into the good house again. you always say hello. she's a nice dog. you're never gonna say goodbye. somewhere at the bottom of the river is a hoedown.
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240313
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raze
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my leaper's leg. starring in at least one of five road trips made my name. loosey goosey lemon juicy. if it's a pit, the most powerful thing is asking protection. he grabbed for my eyes. the problem is he doesn't know how to do that. the neighbourly thing to do would be to slam the door in his face.
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240314
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raze
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her butt teacher is her bob singer. okay. i'll give it to you. you don't gotta worry about eatin' the whole thing. oceans of eleven. i'm exposed to getting stupid. it scares the living snot out of him.
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240315
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raze
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you're gonna get me the way i was, okay? ock is an acronym for "orange cerebra of kindness".
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240316
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raze
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tiger worries about his woods being diy. he was already knocking around when you showed up.
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240317
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raze
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he sounds great there, but he didn't sound great on the radio. like a baby giraffe with one of the greats. ruiner of fucking things because they like the smell, since 1914. i can feel the wrath of whoever's been here before. probably coal. and probably had here not to come from a studio.
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240318
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raze
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she was a slow learner who braked second in the world and got what she wanted.
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240319
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raze
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wood and brass handles. that guy ... "fuck that guy," as i would say. it seemed like any person he saw who had any kind of mechanical position he was trying to charge.
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240320
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raze
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i was robbed to wait but was reminded of your gen z story. email is the wave of the future, which means it's the nectar of now. beetles burn manifestation. one guy could cost me an arm and a leg or two. what if i let you out? i'm not gonna get down.
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240321
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raze
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closer than people's heads and hawaii.
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240322
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raze
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i'm the only black shoes detective the agency has at night. i am just paralyzed. herbert dore. my fourteenth dirt sausage. i'll learn to use the fire for basketball.
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240323
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raze
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it's scatoragically bequeathing. the way he puts his hand on his fist, it's like he's blinking the game.
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240324
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raze
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it's really a matter of time. and you're not a good actor. wally knew the way to be crushing without being condescending. a dose of makeshift pride? always.
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240325
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raze
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of all the pretty things on riverside drive, she's the prettiest. you only need two things to start a family: a partner and some lettuce. turn the math teacher. run the mask over. i think a king of the more side is the admit. do a backflip. somersault. ampersand.
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240326
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raze
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internal pressure is not the living daughter. you don't have to die. you don't have to go anywhere. mp as bines. that's a lot to untangle due to professionalism. when someone shot in her own ivy.
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240327
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raze
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sun in beard. he's the guy who almost drowned. when the world has chosen you: philosophy toast. but i stopped hiding it last year, and you're not dead. nikki of the country is here. what did you want to see? and the mother of song time.
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240328
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raze
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your wound on it is not specific. ruby uernica. you know this man is crazy. he's been on death's week after washroom duty.
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240329
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raze
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right back to reminders, and she is going to live the life. she's in her thirtieth season of the year.
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240330
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raze
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told to mind the pain of that. i'm not doing very well. a thanks for all the jitters. this one's got some critters.
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240331
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raze
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the stuff we did ... yeah, that's what it was about. i could flip and meet someone new in the time it takes you to make a coffee in the snow. i'm on the hook for little big girl's conflicted hobo.
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240401
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nr
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i told her, "you've reindustrialized homey mudburger." volcanoes with your mum?
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240401
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nr
|
winfield fucking disco. i got it, molly cash person?
|
240401
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raze
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my name is your name. yes, i found some sea in the net. there's services attached to things. better pent up. so go yell at your baby brother. we'll lie on the ground and watch the sand part.
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240402
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raze
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all that we see or seem is but a stitch within a seam.
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240403
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e_o_i
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Castleman, your tummy... vicune little pretty next girl I thought it was a dance, though. With words.
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240403
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raze
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any wife. show 'em anything. "ready for radio," the sidewalk says. i saw a guy on jazzberry jam.
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240404
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raze
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they charge one hundred percent milk. i saw the boy inflated in a tar bed ego. itches his hands like a tallest neighbour.
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240405
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raze
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i feel shelled with his shade. and that's the difference between hardcore and brutalcore. very ill. very racy. you know, rebecca depardieu. my makeup is pulsing with desire.
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240406
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raze
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he lost twice and somehow didn't win once. my nostrils are oozing and overflowing with feeling now.
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240407
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raze
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a big one that was a definite impression was the deafness of a total child. she looks over her shoulder and into a blind alley.
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240408
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e_o_i
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If Jesus comes, tell him he left his lunchbox.
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240408
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raze
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start the other way. i went to his house, so if i didn't say anything back... they teach us the things that are needed to survive. actually, john, the reason it's winter is because it's mild out. to protect, don't have dallas redress the nature of his wounds.
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240409
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raze
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stupefications. how arrogant, too, of a secret admirer to make a three-pointer. you knew she was smart, but you didn't think she'd grow stupider before your eyes. all leaders in iowa. in america, that doesn't weigh on one. i got my filter. 'cause both can be both words. it can be a single.
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240410
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raze
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that's what i've been doing for the past few years: i've been seeing if the people around me want to tell me what to do. that last charismatic album from the rock deserves to be happy.
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240411
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raze
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the alternative is a night sky. whatever this gentleman needs, he has. whatever he has, he needs. multiple systems of failure.
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240412
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raze
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obviously the air was for much, much more. and you just have it in your head when that album goes out. we might be able to scrap some metal in... i hit a ladder with a nail hammer.
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240413
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nr
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he tucked us in, and us both died.
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240413
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e_o_i
|
My grandmother sat back with her Kuwarnowska thoughts. Putting the name in the line was one of the instructions. Hi, I'm from Poland. Italy home bath training for wugs [it's a linguistics thing, not an insult for Italians]
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240413
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raze
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say you're attacked. you move forward. your left foot goes down. what went down that day? this. this is it. fbi. (your grin.) someone once said, "i can take the words, and they're right in front of me." i'm glad when no one else is involved and she doesn't see the totality of the studio. i was getting ready for class to return. the hottest romantic.
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240414
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raze
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you gave me the opportunity to diagnose it. i put down the gun shell magazine. for our filmmaker, it avants his blessing. it's a cinematic curse. drowna: i have a dream that when i want, the healthcare comes. it's fear your little brains are poisoned with. i didn't want to put anything in the milk near my pocket.
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240415
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e_o_i
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caprese sunshine
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240415
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raze
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she was the best caretaker any of us had ever seen, and the hugs that she gave... they make noise in the basement.
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240416
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raze
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he's a literal lab rat at a canned goods store. i think it's a dad's driver's seat. in part, we can't be back.
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240417
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raze
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that's a lazy portrayal. they did that to you. that doesn't just happen. daily injury can change everything. the phone comes back on and syd clears the building. and the thing is, blood answers the phone. desmond is okay and otah is bigger when they bring the black one to me. he looked at me like if i didn't get this he'd be mad.
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240418
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raze
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my city tells me to see the department medic. it would be good to see them again — even the people i didn't particularly miss. he used his throat to slap things and no one around. i also discovered something under the dust of the armchair. that bubi doesn't lay stupid. i was kinda flicker.
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240419
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raze
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he's publicly capable of facing his demons. now then, buddy ... buy a latte. long rounds of lightning.
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240420
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raze
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he'd put out makeup, excessive with worthiness. it's rarely a bad move. fifty wells, i think, is a good shot. observe this multitude of crap. multitude gives you life instead of longing. the endless abnormalities. if only the world had followers. the hairy king of the great saviour. i did not hear the thing sliding against you as you grabbed its guts and wept. the turf war is now a bacon. i've moved up. who's the person at the end of the train? the other men?
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240421
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raze
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the cuddly little rats we love. it's illegal to drink spiders.
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240422
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e_o_i
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The ice inside says, "Hit the ground beside you." step one: dead hat He asked me about the "female situation" in my country. ...plucking into the refrain
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240422
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raze
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no one today could say, "i'm gonna reclaim the world while getting old." four giggles for an easy book. such a small thing could have been what pinned us at the border. on the way to smaller countries. i only do this now because of you —because of that final minute with anna's son david. eight to nine to ten.
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240423
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raze
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a sign. a sigh. you'll never river why. now you have to find me the social brochure of the cute kid with cancer. he's an incredible soul, but he can't seem to raise them all to be like him. an incredibly reader-less colour class. did you lose squash bee mound of twenty-nine? i don't think it could be said that satan was ever really satan in mind. i'm considering some soothe throat. makeup tennis. technically the tail is still intact. how about i'll put some distance between one sentence and another and test your heart rate?
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240424
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raze
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henry's still on the weekend. that kind of got me in with all these wide-brimmed insomniacs. better to eat a human arm. i never finish, because if i did, it would patch out and die.
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240425
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raze
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if you're domed in and creating sunlight, this is easy. not feeling whole? that's a feeling of not having sex. i want february sixteen. join the mother and happy father for a mr. trombone call. chubby products, mr. lion.
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240426
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raze
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every word that's wonderful falls into a nice big thing, like a node fall. i'd be there in a slash or a dot. he's in these long overdue castles. the instant you did it, neither of us can't hear you. blaiiide! it better not stick around for very long. it questions all the gum.
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240427
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raze
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we went high end with the comic book. victoria bucharest. this is the most satisfying con. let's hear madonna. i am not quite sure. to make a rancher's hand sandy. in tecumseh's twisted suit.
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240428
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raze
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i ate a bit of hurt. so take a significant amount of grain out of the ... uh ... cultural influence, and use it for yourself.
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240429
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raze
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brought my comforters all in. slept. doing something like that in a hospital bed speaks volumes.
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240430
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raze
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a squirrel named wanda, who swallowed all things. you won it with your legendary bit about the devil's ben_folds five.
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240501
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raze
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he was overshadowed by niceties that were nice enough at the time. my only company is whatever black squirrel friend is eating on the ground outside.
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240502
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raze
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i made the mistake of inviting everyone to a round-the-snack table. one person showed up. we had a good time, though.
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240503
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raze
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rudreau — the hostility of benevolence. in the vast space of nothing on the floor. god: our book of becoming more beautiful by elimination. i'll be waiting for an experimentation in the morning. you didn't have to wait under the trees for love to show.
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240504
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raze
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as leonard_cohen said, "laying to rest a dog halts business, as if things are happening to men at any speed, and not to animals at theirs." is he at the end of "robo bot"? recency bias will get you every time. my boyfriend's eyeball breath was terrible.
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240505
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raze
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we identified a transient child. the state of all these deceased goals fund recognized. we exposed their truths, and they lie about us by being better. roughly, sensibly.
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240506
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raze
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what has three eyes, a stationary chin, and nothing to lose? every opportunity to put someone away is another opportunity to get even. i never find. i just know i am deceased. spotty rejected the attempt at a meal.
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240507
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raze
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one done as tree missiles. i *will* bust some ass, bro. it saddled me with the strange beat of servitude. and if he were to open his mind to more than one or two people, he'd get it caved in. those are way better than some random player card for the supersonics. here in pain, seventy-five days a week. there is no calling back. not a spotlight to handle. just a garlic ... no thank you. he harkens away. family thieves.
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240508
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raze
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what we tranquil in the stars. i don't think he had any energy at all. a weird mixture of love and common sense. good_news: they like the whole thing. a thickening agent in twenty to it. i looked down and was thrown away.
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240509
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raze
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i'm the guy you cook for cash. the mariner's tongue. you're paying for your purity. jerk planes don't pose threats. did you legit find out from t-bone? hopefully your buttons are warm. he was offering you hype.
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240510
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raze
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i remain autopsychosis trains. the rain swept away people like a heart. dinosaurs killed a gopher. the gopher underwent minor surgery.
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240511
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raze
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it's gonna be hard for me to tolerate. those burned to the ground after construction. i don't need your enemy here. bottle in sharp hair became clear. and nothing became clear. when you wake up and you've got new ketchup. i see what your wrinkled fingers told me. he is driven by the magic of the spear. her third party unironically.
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240512
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raze
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they're a hundred percent, but they don't tell you how to do this. next time it's the labour switch, or the cute file. you can't get dream chasm cancer. i acknowledge everything. shoot a shooting_star. if you're no good, then i'm having a wild good time. because you could see something you wanted to see a year ago. extremely scaled down and tied back. he had to make it look less lived in. flower gold. one hour amanda.
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240513
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raze
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an angry white word. muskona. not as much. help me brother. i tell him to look outside. he almost didn't. in silver fragmented followers. this is something you told me to make a video essay about. unrelatable. that's jealousy.
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240514
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e_o_i
|
I like the style of the original receipt. I don't like where you come from. Have you another sister? Such a fabulously blue palette of wealth? solidarity, unity, community ...like the old Christian Socialist anthem I don't know how much honesty the app wants, if it's just small talk. Draw a line to separate prefixes and suffixes. My eyes are eating babies.
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240514
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raze
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don't let jaws hog all the accolades. because he will. they're a rogue native swarm. it's been a horrible coincidence. you say one. you cat what you are. they won't, and that shouldn't begin. i stepped in love in kansas city. black russian meets grey russian. we will stop when lazy home owners are back being rewarded. you can just jack up juicy comments.
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240515
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raze
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let's not pierce the jumper. a separate or still fucking mystery. our dumb notches of hatred. i keep the keyboard amid too many distractions. after twenty years, nothing left in my magic bottle. it all disappeared. i don't know how.
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240516
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raze
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ever fool ya? answer yes if you're a cat and yes if you're a human being. the only animal that could have been like this extension was him. dirge cathedral. do you like it like that? just so nice, but doesn't always cut it. susan has high range and a soft swish. it's behind my head and oven in the open. i can't tell you who you are. why this place stole. she likes to sleep in a jerry-rigged hotel.
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240517
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raze
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i write peripherally by heart. he always stuffed his luggage. he never let the waitress know. there's no meal as healthy as a necrosis. appearance is more important than any other truth.
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240518
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e_o_i
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Who even BUYS confetti these days?
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240518
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a dental girl that became a spider. non-pathetic. i didn't know that this is going on. the farther i've gotten, the more you're ambushing me. you hunt and walk away. he loves garlic sniffs. he loves pecans. we're out of the music. it's deep house time. shut the whatever i have up.
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240519
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they put a broom up your ass. got the advice out of a real doll. i have had that ethical image since i took a vote of silence. there's plenty of life in the los angeles knife. it was late in canada's currently human library. she does the simple toss when she opens her eyes. she wins if she grins, anyway. "my face," he says, the devil says. there's change on the pour beginning to run, and yeah. if you suck, don't be afraid to say, "i suck. you suck. now let me tell you why." they're not covers for slaves.
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240520
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she explained all the things mom could not about how things are written.
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240521
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nr
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something like "she's like cotton, you assholes."
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240521
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in my opinion, the only thing worse for a baby infant than goat milk is squirrel. do people become money? god forbid question number two. does the temperature stink too? do you mind if i ask you that you can't just... when bad people do bad things, it's all over the news.
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240522
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for the second time in the month, the gunman might have indicated some small smear of resentment.
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240523
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and that's when they called in ramsey, who was nowhere near the size of me. it happens outside of seven. you weren't free at this tournament. he pulled down forty-two rebounds.
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240524
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i might still be burying evidence. i wasn't, until i raised my grandmother, considered cool. that's why all my social relationships are okay. i have been scary you! little lady melodica.
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240525
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i don't want to be with lydia, who kicks roses under the forest to be erased. he comes down the stairs because he's afraid of a baby. i got it to tv and then did not even get called back to do the part. being able to fracture one left on the day.
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240526
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holy life of dagger only. estimable espionage. out of bed to surprise yourself and happy to see you to work. he asked for two houses. he found one around the corner, and boom. that's the best he could do. build a castle atop a life-size baby. eddie tore a tornado. it's initially just like getting the draft. the guy who would rip up my reports every morning. having a passport follower was like having a falling rotation clip. you both might know the feeling. oh yes, it's chaos. i didn't catch the last call when every little bit he wants to do.
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240527
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appreciate they gave me something pretty valuable. i gave them a bottle of piss. my guess would be frankly rot. my contacts in business will thank me for being a door. i have never been at large, so the purring of this wannabe cat is immense.
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240528
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nr
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i'm a python. a PY-thon!
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240528
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raze
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don't keep messin' with my changes here. it's always about everything, but nothing's happened since. nick grossibe. this brings a bogus safe space to our community filmmaking. oh, look back. she looks so silly. from the top two one hundred situations. we were fine about the state of the movie, and we were doing it wrong.
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240529
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e_o_i
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My biological daughter, Dracula, is the president of the university.
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240529
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frozen language across the border. abigail papper. mule to great achiever.
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240530
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i go doo-doo when my grandpa touches me. try not to show me the blue blather plug. the last remains of a new society. you can't just not take it up. brian_eno found him and smiled and asked if he was okay.
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240531
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the cave the caveman's call. you look for sigh of sigh. would you any help at all if you were help? i only erupted north of the north star. i gave him ice cold pants and a subway swatch. like twenty-nine pounds of hope. her name is not lost on her, and you know it. what's on it, where, and why? blood pressure on her brain makes me lick her.
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240601
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ten's no fun. ten's like finding out all the soap died. this is the best ten-minute show ever. interesting. i have a huge garden, and i think you're nothing but trouble. talkinwhitts@gmail.com. seated, the shop resumed.
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240602
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A bear received my letter. A chair received my letter.
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240602
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nr
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he's someone who's an axe murderer.
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240602
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he's this mellow-to-earth guy. no, he's not. he keeps it in check. and didn't care for the magnitude of nugent accepting him for what he is. there is no, "well, you know, it's difficult." it's, "how can i serve you?" thanks, rue. this space is cave. are you playing this with people's minds? an irish wolf must see right through. falling retribution. cheap is people. the near and fearsome night of a hirsute man. a lot of your scenes from that week are in a park as well. the longer you're alone with me, the longer you spend time with me. i wasn't gonna splurge on a nascent.
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240603
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raze
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if that's on tonight's show, you might not even use it. any chance we take lebron? lebron backwards. your ignorant mouth? sure. ambush will always stay with us, even because his wife has left me. so i accidentally did like you and was further cared. he decided to quit in the middle of a blueberry commercial. i am eyeing outside the door, when all of a sudden the eye gets darker, like it wants to plant a spreadsheet or something. nicole grows all kinds of things. maybe if she kept...
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240604
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nr
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soft horizon. honestly signed sunny.
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240604
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i love you alone. what actually exists from the other side? man presents a sort of prayer. that charlatan is hardly there.
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240605
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choo-choo butt.
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240606
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nr
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i think i'm drawn to someone who wants the wrong kind of pig.
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240606
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e_o_i
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Thinking around the dress? Yes.
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240607
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"filadern" is a dirty word. the animal wafts at your ability when you're feeding him, in the strangest way. he needs to be ready to run. if i were stuck in a bad movie, believe it or not, i probably would kill myself. instead of becoming a racist, incredibly, he let him humour his hand. belle a morte. at least everything's the right size when he misses. your cognitive ability needs to be reminded. synchronized to kill. there are so many different carnivals that can change anything.
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240607
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raze
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you + low lie = sweaty thigh. shifting and shitting as it is versus shift in plan. but before she could come back and check, which seems kind of wonky... how do you say "yoga beef feud" back in the eighties? he does this mature-wise, and bodies are not able to do that.
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240608
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don't be sad. i'll try to inspire myself. scott farzi, do the secret rag. you meant not to pay steve's pay date but rock the mix.
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240609
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he does the best pin squeeze. do you judge your immediate lewd weights? i didn't know circumstancious. i can see the front of what everybody calls the reason.
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240610
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they were really nervous, and they talked about the economy. pick it up. you bite or negate. i'll show you what we're gonna do. game three is amazing. my mom had some and returned some. it's something like ravenous soup. not so small, technically. it usually signals something bigger.
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240611
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raze
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they can't go on the way they can. he's got a lot of stuff to do. i lol'd. clint is in voicemail. let's be more authoritative. let's start a club. ludicrous, the conditions great fun can apply. he's gonna throw the rug at him and everything that follows. i've never seen it hurt.
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240612
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albeit a kind heart on this shoulder. an hour and a shower. we played this hotel technician, and you're her again. i don't have open thoughts on this anymore. so be it. i saw a purpose. i saw our shelters. i wrote a paper about transient phonics. instead of finding what was blue, i found out what we do. i don't want to do this anymore. it feels like hell. the distance, if one could traverse it...
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240613
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at whatever time it's time, time had timed. mutating in a way i know has moved around. he fed her and allowed her to be fed. sometimes you just go after the guy. you don't prolong it. you don't presuppose. handled with some flawed biblical. i think the questions are barns themselves.
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240614
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e_o_i
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There are more prices to your story. I'm tough. I can eat diamonds. half-punk hair and full-punk Voice 1: Savings? Saving what? Voice 2: Rainwater. Voice 1: Oh, that makes sense. You had a little more ornaments than most people, going into this. I lived in the ocean for three decades. Foot pizza. Do not elaborate.
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240614
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raze
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they're on their honour. they're on their own. the taxonomy of a bushwhacker.
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240615
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nr
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here are saucers. (the image in my head that accompanied this was someone laying down two cups, not saucers.) honey... i'm losing my mind. i've never read the show about this scene, but uh...
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240615
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like stylish street performers. it's like a shot that can't be shot. architectural gertrude. each one gets better when they last. she was blinded, but not by these people and their histrionics. i'm with this brief following bullet wall. don't feed me, troll. you wanna take turns telling life? everything suffered in total loss. came up with a couple bleeders. she said, "either the mountain is, or i am." the mouth you make love to. greig nori is done for the day. two iconic actors teaming up for tennis doubles.
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240616
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raze
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underarm toner. fuzz is fuzzy. and whatever happens under the hood stays there.
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240617
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we're all pink and earning it — an expression of disease. he's out there. we're in here. that at least gives us some small amount of safety, however momentary. this is who i've spoken to. he's soul in field. well, we would knock a thing or two down in this formal receipt and never really had an answer. he can dependent on who. she has them thrown farther than anyone who's our official problem. from emperor monkey fight clubs to rome (this was meant to outline the trajectory of bruce willis' acting career). funny at first. then feelings only. dipsy diver. go through life making it easier for the big adult to pass. this the first book i've breaded in years.
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240618
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e_o_i
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discussing the permanence of anti-roof medications
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240618
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i think ultimately what i'm alleging is an alleged ledge-ledge. a random thing tattoo. our trip to end a failed marriage. i held you enthralled — the japanese world. he didn't mind my rose-coloured obsessions. and then, when a nice warm twist comes along... wachin' that birdie with marilyn_monroe. you have so much to do. live with exactly what you're saying. kim mulkey came down from his gate. she said, "i_love_you." him? i think his neighbour's moving. that made me very sex.
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240619
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raze
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it could be you, thwarted and sinned. who is john barf? who thought about those poor monkeys? all the things people say are in the heart of this girl's throat. we need the role of a flashback. and even when they tell you your funky monkey barely has enough foot to survive...
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240620
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just hearing my own voice, i prefer to hear it in my head but assign it still. every playlist is worth the crime. clockin' up the u's. too many screaming potatoes. i would turn around and act meaningful in a very weird way. to be seen as being touched, apparent. for a million of us can sing mutable leads. being sometimes out is an issue of collaboration. i love my daddy when i live something pretty to be so dirty. you don't have to be so subversive. what did he copy about me? nothing. i have no idea how to sell it. that's a switch — returning to the two. a case that stays careful tries for pine. this hair is dark but full of asshat.
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240621
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"i, robot" changes to "i, flavius". feels good. feels good to stretch my neck muscles. clown among clowns. get up and do some beautiful work for yourself, and do it in the time that's had. good music. isn't that nice.
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240622
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raze
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let's pretend we can't wait. all this g. how do you like that? i would have ended up listening to the music. he was upstate new_york at the california three concert. naive poetry. all the day away. nothing about a pickle is gonna scare me. i sat here to get to this for a long time.
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240623
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rescued mass from a man's face that does not make me feel like a flower. sir peter arthur conan doyle. i can hate something, but i absolutely cannot die. must have been a burrito for his wife. thanks for being surprised. i wandered into your medic. you get to the point where you have eight idle prizes and a pulitzer. i say to my master, "this is an ancestor." lay around with an unlit torch. he washes in the washroom of their sojourst hillbilly.
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240624
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e_o_i
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non-allied green coins all agog with Gog and Magog from your subjective Oregano for your thoughts. One, the church, materially? It took me a couple of years now to extend that warm welcome to all species. Doing my best acting jokes...is the actor a dress? The green mambo was in his eyes. Mambo means jealousy. Our coat test. I mean, our kit test.
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240624
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raze
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burning heat across neopet park. seventeen balloon poetry. i'm not reminding the principals. i'm not reminding the dog. blubber cry. sir cicely whistly. i think everyone should part.
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240625
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raze
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a tireless tiger and a developmental band. cutting another tarantula across my scarskins. indonesia, i love you. cut me all to the side, 'cause this is hard for you to handle. some say he's feelings with two prongs now. you have to do something, unless you take it out on me. staring at heracles. he has my knees and my depression, but not my confession.
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240626
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nr
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i felt poetry on his face, on his face, on his face. (this was half-sung)
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240626
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unsailed and uncertain to do it. weekly ago, at his dad's inheritance. smart cats vibrate. so going nowhere near to someone close. for two months, robert and i were fascinated by it. isn't it good, really, to be human? i'm not sure you could say there's anything i stole with my paper, or with my eyes all around. a couple lessons on dry toast. what did i say about my kids? it couldn't matter anyway, 'cause now i own the house. she isn't the strongest anteater. him either. but together, they're dick and mighty. what he did with all his country hanging out was the wang and the hole.
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240627
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e_o_i
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I'm not sure you'll have time to operate on me before I come in. I had a petty kind of spiritual alert to my turn. You're sleeping with *no* upset daddy composer.
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240627
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raze
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then i got sick and vowed never to do that again, one person's wavetron to another. and small hickory lampposts turned into a table. gherkins shmerkins.
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240628
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raze
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there's nobody there. now, if this weakens her name... the wings used to come out when i was upset. and that's benign and delivered. but i'm not going to try and interpret it in sames. the two of us to the doorway sink in that line. you see? a polar bear. it slips better. you could put it down there and sit down here. the ham directed allstate lovingly. i thought a big rocket launcher would be interesting. a woman in awe of man or something is in love. he's an open writer and a closed-in father — closed in the sense that he doesn't rely on others.
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240629
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raze
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what are the paths *you* focused on? think straight connections. poor gella saints. "if you don't have to walk, don't pay," he said. those stagnant with love. but i liked her, gaga. i liked the creature she was. what's more beautiful than building a catskill moment in a garden renewed?
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240630
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raze
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ga ga ga ga ga ga ga gee ga. slow winding tones. north galaxy (south). too gone to go. how nice it would be if you could snap your fingers and change everything like that.
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240701
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raze
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i thought of weapons in the wilderness. you can't march what you don't use. he doesn't make any one sound. he belongs to this world. fuck off or get out it. we don't really look good, do we? can you open your body with a crack? does it get to the point where you ask yourself why? revealing the seep sigh of the river bend. the mountain of my misgivings.
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240702
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raze
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it was also medallion — a major kick to your brother's face. 'cause i can't drive in cars and stay awake. it isn't even the perfect gift to sink my teeth into, and it isn't what i do when i want a night. "it was real," she said. "i even tossed my head back when he fell." [the last of these was meant to be lucia berlin discussing the autobiographical nature of one of her short_stories]
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240703
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i made up your mind. he does horrible things, and he's so bizarre. i don't even call my mom back, even when she has messy names to use for us. ace, april's dad is showing. hide in a circle until we call you. it's a greek name: "the sweet uglier". when asked about his age, the agent lies. jesus was a jewish man, not hitler. end this horrid titley on the hood.
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240704
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raze
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it's like what charles said about mammoth books and marathon prose. if i couldn't speak, i wouldn't have picked it up. i have all kinds of things that ruled the dirt like an iron snail. when someone saves an old girl giraffe... it gives my normal joy to see it repeated. these exist some of the only stories that were told. any wizened fool i meet in the next year is from a typewriter. bro the hoe. and i don't wanna be here. i thought, "it'll never turn into anything. it's bullshit. i'll write about a calendar and gentrification." she'd rather stand accused of being ron jeremy's poet than tell him she washed his hands. of a week-long refuge. it'll take a while for him to really build a beard. "they will order a watch for venus," he said. perfect timing. broken space. we're rough. we're fancy with it. the very person she hired on curtis closed her name to me. mel could go further. remember the lesson that i miss his guidance a lot.
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240705
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e_o_i
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A bowl of appetizers floats on the screen. We need more blond creatures.
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240705
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raze
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a question for your literary children. i'm going too. i'm mammals. all poems in the story without god of vengeance. go now. what *does* porn inspire you to buy?
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240706
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my baby into a building. a depth that kicked me. it was only a toy. it was only barf. i beg you to purchase into the purity's descent. it's not two years that they want. it's not two years that they need. yes. i know. i'm a fool. shut up, or listen to that. this llama don't know lazy. you gave your third talk in twenty-three years. they weren't catching shit that night.
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240707
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raze
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i'm a fog. every few minutes a swatter had to die. fifty dollars. and that is *without* dressing. with alcohol and sad clothes.
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240708
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nr
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you're fired, since i was an ad buyer. we do like some incredible floating faces. for you to say ginger. 1, 2, 3, [nr]'s dress. yeah! put that on for SNL.
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240708
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raze
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are we gonna do some shopping? isn't island romeo planned since 1998? like you said to the boss, you said you want to be taught. what she does and how she exists with others.
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240709
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nr
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the widgets — a lizard. it's the wizard.
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240709
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i guide him to the last spears of moonlight hanging on. burn page: turn shearing into shards. when the soldier repairs the gramophone, he does it upside_down. romeo is full of excrement.
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240710
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ostensible chicken sandwich.
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240711
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cloth rose, eyes and mouth. sir, it says that this chunky row of seeds is *not* an option for me. an expression written in elevators and sunshine. august sixteen. darren computer. either you split it or it's coming out of residence. and his insurance center won't raise. i'm just being nice when you appear to be nice. go him sort. i respect the hand he had in building this, but... you're all welcome to the small noise performance issued at the city of illinois. the breakfast at kazamas. say hello to your client for me. i got that lined up, because it's a test you gotta take. irwing irwin (bed alone). my mama didn't want me to eat squishy candy when i was eighteen, oh no. squirrels are nature's great recyclers. the chipmunk stood alone.
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240712
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e_o_i
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Let it sit for Diwali. I used less stallions, like Kurt Vonnegut. She thinks I was gallery for stepping on a million fresh horses. (Why all the horses? But yes.)
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240712
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raze
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we're not the most reliable people in the world, but we're not fucked_up. there's a pit i touch. i don't know where i find it, but it becomes part of me. he's got apple on his hand. they call that apple-handed. one page is as strong as the other. you could give me some of that hoop. take, i don't know, a truck. a teacher. that guy can act. she's been pacified bullshit and such. i'll let you know. there are two hours out there. there's a dog fight every fourteen days. that's the father. who else makes those noises?
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240713
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nr
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you still love your therapist. desert down dumpers, into it. i think it was bonnie tyler. thank you for responding.
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240713
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he walks a sane and good power path. i'm doing a house. i didn't even get paid. the town's ubiquitous set of systems. i think he just has a first name. something like "more". jim just shook his head. "he ain't a drum," jimmy would say.
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240714
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"who_am_i?" ached the founder. "no_one," came the reply. lovely vanessa, nice and medium.
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240715
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"when i think about how we're all more or less the same schedule," he said, "i put it down." you can't piñata. your heart is down. i was really, really put in place. those pants were ravenous. that's what you keep saying: "i've got a sentence to serve." he should have picked me up and not had anything to do with this island screaming guy, either. this book goes out to my parallel twin. my memoir has completely ghosted me.
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240716
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nr
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other than chad. chad's not good at that kind of challenge. last night was a bad bauer to have last week. maybe two, or rebecca? you look just like her mother, doreen. what makes you think she likes you?
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240716
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fleeting trust in a part of my brain. a reconvened young children's book. first music they left them. he thought that little girl could keep contributing. give me the best apples from nowhere. history of love and health.
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240717
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see? easy. you can't open your bright with me. she's up. she's in. i got shoes for three spades. as if they don't know what we're all facing in this line. may cause seizures to violent people. a scene afflicting soul-stealing bonanza. liking the menace. back in history class, i feel diminished. i wish i remembered my name more. green man had at least something with no splintering air. a lawn was created in boulder, colorado. a lawn person continued looking in boulder, colorado.
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240718
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i said yes before realizing how powerful this was going to be. i cannot wonder why he writes his books. i can only question where he gets them from. before i knew they were trees. you better not *be* a fucking tree. she said beer is the one with most soup. "it tastes like tunnel swamp," she said. the peak won't even stand an oven. she doesn't need those words anymore, does she? we'll see if janet jackson trusts him. paragon anatomy of dubstep.
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240719
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raze
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every time you're not dimensional wood, let me know. you'd be a fine addition to bruno.
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240720
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standing in the american light. redundant soft turn. it's outrageous and fun, because it's getting hot out there. so that makes it even more special. preparing, as you said, meat to mount an all-day density. my body's tired, but it puts out much, much more than the sound of a straightjacket. your strategy's won you a lot of points, but there's no need to get in the face of the guy who got it. i would hate for there to be food.
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240721
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nr
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the performative prince is on the desert.
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240721
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kuntstying. she's found a completely new ally in sick. additional hand mail. i don't like sex. i just consider sex a form of juggling. she was a fierce fighter. why would we see that her ex has given up? melvin had glass teeth, fillings, and liked to explain the supra script.
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240722
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crom chisbot. is there anything else that grabs me with such fast-paced flourish? the new push from bill monzon. francine brickabrois. children pursued from mounts and motels. finding a loose door. to entertain me, you had damage. back to sleep? who's asleep? page it down to a staid sputter. what a disgusting, stupid thing for an asshole to say. i'm trying to let you go now. buzzards, dullards, peacocks. he flew in because of a bathroom. he knew. i identify as red when i'm in stories. and so another story by pam grier — artist, poet, archivist — continues to evolve.
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240723
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you are not what twitter points out. not to your followers. you are this, that, and the other. all those airports have a lawyer, a beginning, and an end. they might sense the door open.
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240724
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i lay with him while rick outbursts in the grass. she's copied and pasted this case and patched it together like heaven.
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240725
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ah, go into the heart rhythm of security. IN THE BACKYARD. like, the little yards down here.
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240725
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until they pill and sit her like rain. while people know robert creeley as nothing true to my word. i stopped and looked across the street, and now there was a whorl of wet brain matter. no post from a woman for a couple days. people gotta start talking. that's the end of the world. he'll still play a key role for pickup reliable in their outsmart four hundred. witch slash back lines gold pieces of paper. for some reason the music in my head just went somewhere else. they want this dead conversation to end. "hey. i got you right where i want you." you sound like a conduit. art's attractive. after a while, being indulged to a later ideal. it makes me think. instead of fishing, let's deliver it. it happened again when i gave you away to another biero. he'll probably come back during all that and wonder what i'm doing to hurt myself. usually you put your arms out to stop your fall. codependence team. it sure tastes nice to me. lady latches lovely bits. i want to know: are you intimidated by your cast? somewhere there must be a recording of the_beatles talking about sandwiches with michael jackson.
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240726
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removing casings and input furniture. i don't like an abusive glut approach rather than a kind one. chainsaw in heaven. asshole lovingly delivered with the new camera. i wish i didn't have to build them something so ... familiar. i don't think i would, but it's a problem. hyper-fast. oh so colonial others.
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240727
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it wasn't in three buildings. i'm younger, you know? goodbye sorrow. given tedium, i always finished first. ricochet isn't the racket over which the sun hides the moon. with his blond moustache and cruel disposition. well, yeah. i'm self-serve. that's why i have to send it to him.
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240728
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nr
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i don't like your hair, but, do you think you're going to keep feeling this way?
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240728
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most of his classes aren't good anyway.
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240729
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tumbling status of great access to see. this music became a bore. the longer you have a spade, take the mute minuscule against you.
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240730
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robert legare: steps from a man. there's a rumour i was keen of.
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240731
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I want...the sexiest man in the world. Sometimes it won't drown the worries...it'll just fit them in, if that's fine. You think they'll MEET in a thank-you?? On a scale from one to twenty, I think I'll stop now. ...Mine was the habibi movie "Lovers and Strangers." Shout "cabbage" and impair my foot? Just stuck in your pen drop.
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240731
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they didn't even bother. they said you gotta use the clock. and then there was a second time. but lobbed a cold in them. i, me, thieves. in order to get married you have to have the citizenship. synthesizer used for the "ultimate dimensions" movie. it's saying in the battle of clothes, "there seems to be a problem in which i want to want you."
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240801
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beatrice's vengeance extended — still extends — to the sky.
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240802
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the sunny days are driving me crazy. the legend of katsgillar's glare. it's their fault. the more stupid they are, the more stupid *you* are.
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240803
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outside of books. all over yourself. minerals and sprawl on track sheet. it created a maelstrom of suicidal abomination. my intent to look like someone else.
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240804
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nr
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you're missing a lot more sunglasses in therapy because of it.
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240804
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i wonder what you would write if not pushed to the phantom fumes like you were here. you sat down. you thought you had a southern, a southern junction, an injunction. you've put a rocket in front of a friend and sand in front of an eavestrough.
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240805
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i am not as wise a hoarder as you. if a look could burn down our street... just because you're nuts doesn't mean you're right about everything. i still live with a middle-aged personal trainer named claudio. seafood flower fight throne. we lived through liver, so it's not that at all.
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240806
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they're sending me spam for some ugly brocket. i don't want a cheap one too.
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240807
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some less symmetric hair. the neighbourhood douchebag.
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240808
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we'll take that song and put it in the fridge. that dusty microphone.
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240808
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don't stop listening pines. ring minimal marshland mulch hair. owned by the action of our bellyache. used to make wine of a welcome down. barbie pictures in blown-out dishwashers. i can't sleep with it. i can't sleep without it. if you ever met a dealer you didn't like then this will be personal. many listened to the sounds administered by and around the rocky canyon. bring me a dox and a fox. hub cat. he got us to the door, you to the composer. you have the capacity to come bear witness.
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240809
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in the place i write, a three-note emissary. overlooked and advanced thicket is back. we'll attend to that next year. you're in a small space. i'd say i inherited it. i was touching burnett. i roared like emphatic. where is the guy who was lethargic and fit? well, he had a weak thyroid. he seems to take umbrage with the fact of my liking this song.
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240810
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they wanted to walk up a stairway. they had to be told to forget. the small world leaves you.
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240811
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he turned around and i felt the mirror spin — the one thing that kept me in disrepair. i'll sing to trade you chad's chili belly. theodore maker's marker. he'll be doing things from completely outside his mouth. she's been made timid in many films before. she lies with me. grief burns. i don't know who you are, what you are, or what you do. lexus sings. the bean conservatory. and not drain words or endless energies. williams is handed a handgun and a hand grenade.
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240812
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the closest you can get to transcendence is to take joy where the belly has been. she took people, women mostly, and turned their lives upside_down. the books. the books. the good stuff causes us brain damage. what would you do if there was that strange undeniable something there?
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240813
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trapped between nineteen and sixty-four. years remain in a brim of david. nothing has been done to alter her studio, her cinema, her singing.
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240814
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what does nothing want to know? nothing. what does nothing have to know that it finds me? nothing. sometimes it was and it wasn't. it was nifty. look at this. he flies, but then he becomes dependent. what a song. her mouth claimed that it was all over now. you couldn't overdo it. bronze sidekick walter. diaper diorama. some guys are really communicative at funerals, but they're there speaking of johns.
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240815
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i try to picture her scratching an itch. i can't do it. "do you know what it'll take?" she said. "the father of our mother," i said. a continuously awake comedy day. tomorrow i hear their idea for tumblr is to have all videos shared. it's not gonna pay off with this kind of insight. someone said something that matches up with the monkey's mouth, but i can't remember who said it or where. i'm not volunteering to help anyone he knows again. ever. a bland first reserve to store our stuff in. i want a flashback for anything she does. dream conspiracies.
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240816
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you lie with the devil, you lather up good. 'cause he ain't coming for glory. still moon disappears. in the harrowing heroine.
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240817
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the forms of apple pie, which... which is awesome. there's a bunch of pleasing back there.
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240817
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i feel a bit like a baby. do you know why? just like johnny depp. and on the sound of what orders you may have, you can play for people you'd never hope to meet.
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240818
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i think i know somebody's spokesman. crash. let a burden bird. who you are. who you are. i won't want to concern christ by context. writer from a picture's point of view. i love you guys. i was eight and a half months old. on the left is what is called an oasis of thought.
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240819
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if at first you don't succeed, get six bucks. sunky dog, the voice. and eventually it ended up being this huge multi-part mess. megan is elizabeth miller. the only thing i wasn't going for was you.
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240820
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e_o_i
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So, Latvia, are you grinning about being the Roman Empire?
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240820
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to cover my caveat by care and body type. around the clock's milk hair. something climbed out of the swamp and smiled. the calm of calico was drawing her out.
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240821
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roll that up over your ankle. it was filipina harris. she was troubling everyone. one of the things i learned about bitterness was that it stays because it's system-run. i'm giving my sophistication to other writers. maybe they can find fuel in it. your relationship with imendum.
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240822
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anything to get that job out of my head. i don't know, boss. if that's the whole irony... i think you aren't a fan if someone dies. where's jujy? the police officers are very clear now: we can sleep again.
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240823
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e_o_i
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on the political sidewalk
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240823
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you're throwing a glass rock into the skull. i think he told her what's happening. because for me it was the greatest turkey of his life. we have to reach the us that is us to be known. shut up an iris. i had always been quotidian. you come over, 'cause your eyesight's good. the christine duet. in the last few months, dad been hurryin' up. get her alone.
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240824
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which is sadder: poaching the bird that can't fly, or learning to fly only to sing about something else? but ... can you call me back? i do on occasion pass the torch to a great american independent filmmaker to bring downhill.
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240825
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you could wear a compliment. do you know what that means? you switch on this, you go faster. i'll take a look, and if you wanna, i'll marry its sound. you can't make sense of people. sometimes good. sometimes bad. sometimes the best you ever had. i'm just talking in her store.
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240826
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i didn't think it was number twenty-six. play deaths later. superficial. grab out the people she's pumpkin later. oh, bolander. tom toe-lander. he drove the people out of their home with their dog.
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240827
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nick has always had his sibling altered to the sudden possibilities of people. i'm gonna talk to them, and i'm gonna tell them to come over and talk to you. but in a humble and very real way, i was in college. he learned enough to pretend to be pretty good.
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240828
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it's just called an institute. what's a poker nosh? thirteen hours labour. was it stone who said you can only hold so many lies in one place? there should have been an interview between bearsenod and dogwood. the mad scientist says he shouldn't, but they stand by to buy the pretzels and funny things from the store. you give me so much documentary. you care about hard words to leave.
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240829
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untell him, uncle jack. i'll be good. i'll be the stage worker. my thumb began to articulate. it just goes to show we have a good car. just seeing them behind the page is somehow enough. pet glass. but she really was. she's accurately an eight-year-old. the sitima is the heart of the human hand. your brother created magnificent bile by putting it on a waiting list. what i think, based on my experience, i think we're all dead. too nate stun on anymore.
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240830
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The Zaplinksys went on a date for three years and a half. You got *two* wet paved rolls when you walked out of the kitchen.
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240830
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it kicked me to the point where it said, "i don't want to learn anymore." their only importance at this stage was that they ask necessary questions and serve necessary functions. okay. remove those wonderful proximity from my nails. when you know i'm all right, and you don't score points... i have an ankle aware of an ankle disease. do you have any permitting at the back porch? that's a spider, but it holds a number of invaluable lessons. living output. sweet absorbent analogue leavings. in the morning, swimming with the world. we know we don't have to listen to the word "wonder" anymore. it was fine, but it lacked a moral point throughout that kept me on the side of the author.
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240831
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if we had any confidence, why would we move through a therapist in eighteen states? i have in real_life a medley of blonde_redhead, along with a fervent disposition. avalyn, she was the righteous queen of the park. mistakes and no mistakes at all, right? they wanted him to be godawful. he wanted to be godawful. they weren't getting close. it's vague, heading through the past and present. one o'clock's a clock will always cost five. i don't know if it's brittle and it's unlearning, but it's likely you.
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240901
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chief explanation for hairy monster: a female digestive tract. a dream is when you're saying, "man, nothing did happen," to partners who are deceased. poems with a dog face. if i had allowed you to go with that one, the whole thing would probably get a whomp again, zero again this summer.
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240902
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raze
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you can lay down. telling me what to eat is what i like. telling me what to eat while i'm liking it is another story. they overheard him say that i was lazy. stress expansion. the story continues after breakfast for "continuous three". life is a barbecue cookie. i won't bite her back.
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240903
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single, single, toil and tingle. i wanna congress you like a dupe. some say it rests on me. having a twenty-pound castrated cat jump up on you is something else. raptor guide. we don't call paris "paris" in paris. open. timeless. fast to the purity. lumpy things can get lost. thumpy things can get anus. you don't die. you don't even live in l.a. it's preparation h pudding.
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240904
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what have i known? it looks like there are power outages where there are birds sitting on the couch. when i heard outside you were listening to the second radio... i offered to make you a salad and you said no. a struggle, pretty rigged. ask two lives of army entrances. i didn't care which. billy martini gave me a long list. sheila is the tone of her marigold creature. a witch hunt with a manhunt on it becomes an international treaty. squandadar. this is from another closet, like technology before it. fruit blades once due to this. you gotta get your title soon. i'm not gonna tell you anything. empty chinese about the bottle of giving. she hasn't been a penis. we're both guys who love to plug into living things sometimes. this camera made me want to break a rag doll. i am that rag doll. he came over to eat on this porch. wonder planing: what jane would do. laces. do my heel up over there.
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240905
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there was a loss. bad advice? espouse it back. it slides on the skin, slides on the tongue, and starts biting whatever it sees. a real nice maintenance wheel. mittens won't wash mittens. hold my pants between blathes. "asprianist?" she said. this is a bad word. we can be news again. i want you to play. i want you to plectrum. kinship ban missile flow.
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240906
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(I have ones from several days, the first two in the form of questions and answers.) -How do you know? -I went to Czech University. -Are you bleeding? -Why not, I'm good at it. That's not how fabric works. The current allegation could be called self-sabotaging. Of all the guys in front of me, only one has diabetes. It's amazing how clean our tits are. as well as dead bugs from car chases Ready to turn it on...get the conversion face ready. When you buy a concubine's columbine, you are FOCUSED. I saw that and sweated. Apparently I got to write the same thing in Chinese suitcases back in my day. There are two beans. I took one inside to inspect their relationship. Jean Miely glows with light. It's normal practice, it's good.
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240906
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other people should be willing to do things for you. oh, two's just too soon. henry and james turned on some heat. i am tucked into lu's great shred of shirt. it's a struggle to come back in time. when i hear them alive, i wasn't born. a fresh face for bumper space. he might be gone the other day during the left.
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240907
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can i do something very stretch? i'm gonna need a lot more of that face. i can't...
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240907
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take him back. control. you see a man with a red-sleeved teddy bear and think, "what brought him here?" chris evert is not that globe art. werner herzog with toys.
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240908
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e_o_i
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Cosplay the offered anger. Eli-JAH! (in a tone as if calling a child) If the son of God is everywhere, why buy him as if part of some bizarre set-up? When did dying of consumption dressed in an old cloth become NOT dying of consumption dressed in an old cloth?
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240908
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they were working as i put it. an honest tour. davison for storm: incoming. i read "panic in the attic" even though no student reads like everything around you is you anymore. you can't sell the whole object sailing the razor throughout time. you won't like the inside of my milo mania while you bold and splew. i've come to be your agent of change. they summon him into busy action. he watches her take a stone up steph's fence and down the other side. when you find it sick and dizzy.
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240909
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we only owned a rocket through a croissant. it would be an understatement to call the food lacking. sparkling prose city. redefine your entrails. we find it hard to put into words how good things really are.
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240910
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it seemed like these books that weren't even my own were my most meaningful creative act for a while. baby, stop your crying. but this ship is about to get england on the line. show me the acoustics. i'm licking my lips online.
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240911
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serving french fries like cut milk. we're talking about rebuttoning. hey family. what's up? "the tirade of magoon," he says. nevada. george center. you gonna climb for murphy? 'cause i'm seeing everything for true. too many family stations to explain. what a bad trick. the name is called ... the name of the company is called wednesday. it's like: i will expose this self as brutal.
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240912
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fan the fire memory. stories cling to him like teflon tape. i don't like what i like. you don't rely on yourself for treasure. she holds tight, doing redemption. this story goes a long, long far. this beautifully rendered adult. the_sky_at_night is opening up in hans' mouth.
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240913
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but god's told me you don't do that very well. the thing about that is as soon as he sees it a man could just give up. you can get them to play on your lawn with damaged deer. i've been saying this all summer. i can leap defence. many evening rocky pudding punching. you mean 'cause it's got nothing to do with land? pedestrian romance. hangin' on a corner to drop. and i have to correct this freedom. what the movie / line said tonight. the tearing apart to like pig. pig likes him. me and lance were both...
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240914
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nr
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i am very good at it. again. the boink book. let's give over two million dollars to the yard sale. what does your car say?
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240914
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and you'll pay for andre's allowance. as the laws of conservation go, being okay is not okay. and as a result, you got peaked. *that* is a dirty word. ipshit. all the rays. teleportions. no, but that's what we are: the band in head. i missed the garden, hanging them back up.
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240915
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i guess, if it did ... let's do, though. one pet used fridge. i was used to the sounds of discomfort. slotted peace throughout. this cloudy bag lady has got to go. when a compression of cartooning lets you through. it was a huge mistake on labour day. how do we not get along anymore?
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240916
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all of the couches hate her. i get a tattoo from the man who blew grew. when are they gonna get their little faces told? out of the hotness reeked death. there was only one way forward: wayworth, nebraska. i went down back in 2004.
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240917
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please continue more. i didn't pay you. i didn't pay you. but we'll get your money back. here's the problem with attempting an opinion if you aren't the most versatile singer in the world. she often says sex is between two adults on both sides of the web. the difference is in the details delivered.
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240918
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Dunk them into the pie. They're not mad. to fight off the incident including the time a watermelon-and-girl could steal about thirty Stay hungry about four years, but about-face before talking. Weapons on the word for $10. There's more to sell...you know CloudyNet crackers? I'm going to vote for Arsenal.
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240918
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at thrive it came alive. hell is a painting. that's probably, you know, probably for another thing. overhang a new wall and built a fire escape. i think last time i was a big sea. those are the only two things i ever want to hear: the pelvic wall to delight. prayer. the rupture over his. i loved you so much that i wrote about you. good_luck. goodbye. the word made us hate. licking a tree. the masters of you make me weak. the arrogance of language has come to mean something universal. he's waiting until i scrape back every thread. today we speak with the narrator. a knots to those meant. they'll make broken the folder. my line-y sight was back up to box her. thank you. you're a wonder of kind. it's gonna end if this doesn't end. drill is a fucking mess. drill lasts for minutes. our dad is there too. i know why they want me to stop babysitting. don't be afraid to leave. as has been the page since then of a "bra kisser". there's nothing we can do about the air years of wrestling that have destroyed our land.
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240919
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bring it down. could you please park down the street? what we eat can wear off in real_life. and at the moment, he would grudgingly accept that. trimmer pale lonely. what would happen if the sheriff of nottingham was from scotland? would he be called the sheriff of scottingham? timmy's reaction: "read the oldies. you might as well do for a dip." it becomes a wish-melting pot. i have always tried to guide my thing to a voice. he was being better than before. that evolved our understanding. i'm not trying to help you damage your court hearings. so yeah. that's a good funeral. his glossy late-career extravaganza. then she's here. exactly. there's just frustration sometimes, on each other's case. (sung:) wondering if there's only, like, a chance. what you get: pulitzer prize room jet.
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240920
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this oldie was a good one if i flay some of the sadness from its sides. although i enjoy students and some gentle loving touches, this was like climbing pillows. kill all the people i'm right. proud lion. the entire exam.
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240921
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i was with katie at Oh Stop, now... (i wonder what kind of place "Oh Stop" would be.)
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240921
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tin houses. plane inertia. syncopated star seed. did the one thing i'm not proud of. made a sign. caught to contain.
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240922
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seven months later? she can't run out of survival stories for herself, so no_one else must tell any. oodles of milk becomes that day. jacket without pay.
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240923
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they'll have lots of good guests this week. the household and the regime of my daughter. sidechain success. what they're closed in? cash. all hymn. no typo. she was done for a while when she was eight. i don't think you minded having it any. i think you *have* had the show. it was clearly a case of what the ears would hear. not what made any sense at all. he's examining dad's so-called leather_pants so he can get my mother ready. it's not an adrenaline-fueled ... it stays with you. bryce was abandoned, but i still feel bad for what he said in a fleeting moment of entropy. do you notice the pages? with testicles as firm as firewood.
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240924
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it doesn't take long before that becomes a computer. how do i want these strings to sit? how do i want them to sound? this place will be what it can be. and where can it be on the internet anything but me? this cancer has a hold on me. the nervous things come from natalie. she rises eastward. it goes on to become ten dollars. an ice pack? it's easy. no sloppy tones. no baseball cap. nothing. no real candle here. maybe when i've matured. i've already farted out the suffering of soda. all i got to read was an eyeblink from sabbie. he's got too much. he don't need that one. is he indian? no. but there must be indian in his blood. he's fearless and dedicated. only one creaky visit with you. when i need to hide that unicorn.
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she had no glue with ongoing banking, so... just as he promised, he kept giving us his vocal desperation. i mean business when it's over. the kite can't come out, but the braille can, which makes you more agitated. your body was discovered.
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this is my wild goose carpet. barbara brook around your eyes.
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three thousand years. and then three more. "i come in and pack like a snowball," ian says. must be the plethora. everyone really came after what i am. she spoke of her last morning and later lost her voice in a rare and sincere example of bartlet's effect. we are a mass of millions. and i thought, "you son of a bitch." it goes every time and the same thing gets worse. we, we, we. when you find out sabbath, let us know. in need of stitches or sutures. if you know of anyone who can provide them, give me a call.
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i love trailer trolls. that's great. that's hard work. yeah, it's an emotional episode. it starts at 9, so... i can be there about 6:30. is my banana supposed to be backwards? i went to a cosmopolitan bistro baseball book.
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my dad was sleeping in the driveway. the performative peel. sorta like a typewriter with keys. time is a tiny circle in a potential hole. he likes ripping people off, using their ideas. i love a good cat fate. and in good dorms... a mule is a cocaine dealer.
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he's gonna look at us as we thought we were. coming to a voice where everyone was dead. the person someone is commenting on, getting it all out of like a rock, is themselves. you could see how much it meant to him to have coke at the station. oh_no. i'm not ashamed of anyone. in fact, these songs are my children. i'm up sweet in the sky. i always have to do that sometimes. i flew through the air like a naked seer. dakota master.
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My mother started this. Kissing the brakes on the babies was just too good. So this is on a curved table. All I can think is: sand touched my elbow a few weeks ago. A kid's sundae turned everything into cookies. Hit the missing decorum team. The two are about to get grocery shopped by an industrious squirrel. And it doesn't give him an excuse. He's more bilingual than I am. subtractive sex Gre-eg! (in a disappointed tone) always with past parenthood Through none of the usual channels? Okay. You didn't like it when you saw it in your YouTube box.
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maximize my foooood. and caffeine.
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that summer between our summer. last woman taking call. look at all these anonymous nectarines. don't step on me. i didn't start again like many queen. so much attention in my likes. the nipples are melodic throughout. no dirty work. they think ... they think ... they think what? one of their daughters is gay? eleven-minute prose poem, character, and ending.
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i'm starting to get gateway timeout errors when i add to this gargantuan, long-running blathe because of how long it takes now to rebuild the html. i think that's a sign from the blatosphere that it's finally time to start a new one. so join me, if you will, on more_half_asleep_thoughts.
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they're always working to escalate the dogs... and the QR code.
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what's it to you?
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