Simple Theories

My love re-explodes with this exploded design with Garry Booth's exploded pad, with very little in the way of story, with cooking spray, lovingly deposited: a lovingly written novel written from the perspective of the day my brain exploded.

Exceptional progress could be seen in the exceptional blue of the earnest exceptional summer sky. Blue stirred as the unexceptional example. Means of payment returns life blood in statutory quadrants. In little words, that means some have won the right. Winning is a spirit, inspiring elves who quickly surmount the dogma of dragon on summer eves while waiting for wending fireflies. We could go on. The earnest payment of diligence certifies the opening of all verbs qua nouns ending in –ing. People keep moving.

Funeral procession is a numb stasis. When I say I sign the logic, the bills run into children. This is the inevitable clopping sound down a hall. It isn’t like a river is clean of fray. We move on, tho it depends on a mighty emergency. The state of state is being stated. You could be morose with the emptying but how can a globe hold everything? The sides are round! The people are around. Even children could be people, if it comes to that, but they must die round circles like the rest of us. We have a contest that ranks. We are not oceanic in the civil way, only tidal excess. The symphony ends with a message from the doctor who said this is a dead child. The doctor was kidding, children don’t. The subject performed an invocation for remorse. Remorse refused the attempt.

You are coloured by word intestate. A frequency in the spoon of pent. A rocket seems to glow with concern, but it will land. It will document some moment called today. It knows cancer the field, the finding, the human battery. This is why we have word processors. We are bound in fashion, likely gravy, the patient seems to see something. Nothing controls the panning camera, only a canyon, only a melting aggregate of ice and nowhere. This is why we have words or no more. They are fine the way they are or are not even home. They are not in a heaven or tone, just a room full of room to be nowhere. Your vote said so, and the doughnuts of taking leave. Language is a gross alliance. Sarah Palin tans. Rick Perry is principal in the school of for what rights are right in the right way, today. Not only leave-taking but children. Which is worse is the saddest part.

Dr Fu Man Wasichu realizes aggro pant suit. Under storm dent Cochise filament, noodles of nicety brought toward Red Rider Red Rider. Popular song mixed with prevent. Senator Topic Sentience (manchild) dents all off the record. Spoon, the present sense, denies elbow as input of arm. More to come.

Obviously Allen said he believes a congressional resolution expressing remorse (I could just feel myself struck down, Allen added swiftly) Allen said essentially what needed to be said (I don’t have any business being here, he added enthusiastically) Everybody stay cool, said Allen hopelessly, momentarily interrupting his Ommmm (Slowly he added, If it works, everything could be up for consideration) I felt anything but dramatic at the time, said Allen ruefully (Evenly he added, We will now move as fast as we can) Humans couldn't respond fast enough, Allen said previously (Delightfully he added he will only sing in public when the Confederate flag is not just a symbol of regional pride) What I did was wrong, hurtful to myself and my family, Allen said aggressively (I might have picked out a more appropriate place, he added whimsically) The Bush campaign is aware of this announcement, Allen said accidentally (I do think it rattled them a bit, he added deliberately) In a...

Fly to dent moon. When the victims of gravity waken, you will be responsible. You will be allowed 17 words. Obamacare collar. As poetry, people are straw. Dry, pointy, awaiting alluvial moments. This poetry that is this (poetry), works like paint. Your young tribe sleeps in. Sweat is spackle. What is spackle in the divine river? Please listen to me. Your sweat is mining. Mine is swell. The funny thing is, the funny thing was. Refusing to do anything is going to be the big question.