Simple Theories

The place where the place is green. Green grass and trees bursting outward just so. A language of contact. President hated work.

Writing only words, nothing else writes. Wind increases to time for words. Levels of light and feel wind attention. Today is yesterday for tomorrow, till we break the spell.

The redwing blackbirds rise and shift in the wind: tell /that/ to the treasury. Expansive water remains as if ideas do not. Thought is sensed in clouds and no clouds. Geese honk, and that is a fact.  The swallow in the stiff wind executes amazing rationale, and other words. We sicken in times and redwing blackbirds sort. Geese in duplex honk. Sun provides difference, clouds bring assertion. The idea of just sitting is just sitting. Honk is the new yahonk.

in my town, we bend unlikely things into furniture. this is a signal for our locale. I could tell you where I live, but wouldn’t that diminish the thrill of your consideration, that such specified a place exists? with our power given softly, dreams here flutter agreeably. as testament to this, the citizens of this town (located pragmatically to the north of Brockton, Massachusetts), speak oddly, with gruff, whispery voices full of concern. I find myself writing similarly. you grip this, I hope. I mention all this by way of musing introduction to my point, which simply is: people dispel landmarks because they are named. here is one name: ¬¬¬¬___________. this name is an invention determined to prove empirical at some late date. the person attached disowns sundry models of efficiency for the sake of a bruising heretofore. friends, say with me: let him. he doesn’t know that the sombreros of old were hazy reminders of a bolder sun. vague armies marched into Mexico and other ...

Eric Clapton, I mean, all days, it was a song, and Jack Bruce, tho today dead, and that’s persistent, and you know that Ginger Baker made noise. Oh today isn’t May Day, the scripture of strike force righteous remembrance of imaginary events that feel like music, so that now, with words saying something's missing exactly, actual tigers discuss unbelievable Wall Street. We are the guest star of the dim, get used to it.

Bitter Is a memory Like Most Topic Sentences. The Island increases The deletions.     Is it really proper To accept Pronouns As they are?

The town with its very children, not solely the flight of anger into minutes tellingly. Not that finishing of sense as business, a President in parade. The children are the town and we will help. We will let them hold rocks and reach at clouds, we will help them. We will read little books of everything to them, and tell them ponds exist. We will just say look again, anyone said a frame of thing, and feels the world as well.. A President in parade says any useless thing to stay still in saying President President. President lost the town the children just by that.