Simple Theories

  Meeting fruiting structures to disperse spores, but it is more than that. Community of solving Chemical reaction in spacesuit, all the while practice. Disputable teeth of oceans sort of metaphor in the long view. Broaching wartime reactions in title of safe harbor. You can respect this synchronized morphological response, identified as instant. In time of war where war is no time, the bellowing of crisp colours makes a breeding soil for the imagining of death and the proceeds of life. Can you identify the morphology of not changing the beginning? A simple explanation of monster on doorsteps, meanwhile reactive process of the system. No better word than  slime  when freehold of community shares all venture.

  In the beginning the names called In the wilderness the words Salt Marsh, secret cranking sound of ocean saline and lift water from ground. Bird mounds and mammal input, chemical processes from friendly eternity puddle. No forgetting aching grasses to imagine. Plesiosaurs somewhere underneath as type of atypical brood, while tides.  We haven't been clear about beginning to end. End shapes up in no shape and in no time. Ladder not to the moon but towards. Venus brighter than Jupiter without trying. Trying would occult now, for the then already seen. Meanwhile Votive flabbergasted in the sense that in the morning all becomes revealed as flat town. People make hurdles with strenuous tidal sluice, an assumption of power dictated by inconsequence. Friendly slime mold congregate in implication of season for season growing now and then. Staying neutral as a masked gastropod inkling going on about land qua land, home. Breathe with gills if you can. Once a lobster always a lobster. R...

  This  simple instrument makes proletariat lifestyle. Work you rays inside, factory finds right components. Trees fashion a tidy intimacy of production involving just transmuting sunlight into energy for growth and plug, exegesis of wow mode. Life generates death but with vital esteem that might run amok. What to be done with the discards when used up. Will the map fill with remembered objects and o-bla-dee voices? Conclude the life cycle by not stopping. Let leaves begin to moulder, let your fund fund. Winking lush fabulous gush of monetary spoonful applies to straight cycling of industrial merch. You look at leaves on the ground. Ground and sky are same. Death adjusts.

  You notice as Spring becomes that something rises thru the stalks of trees. The rising coincides with events of other plants, other life forms, other places of approach. You may even ask yourself or whatever listens if you are a tree, or a branch of today. All instants are just instances and the sky chooses blue. Rascals of movement may invade or other songs, or grey stands for black can't help. No lesson needs learning, just the words or leaving. The memorable seed contracts as basis then numerals start to play. You have propinquity to elaboration and its music for the time it takes to think so. Baseless flying subverts the mood then numbers start to exist. Nothing seems to matter then seeming to matter seems to matter. But that means nothing to flights of legal franchise. Jump again.