TWO
I need what he wanted to be seen. Alter. An eye turned to the stones of a salad. Waits. How will it swing. In on the then and now face around air. Pins of his watch lasting what it’s to go talk. Thickened, motions begin the state of words so what if it may be. Memory itself, then boxed, goes to that. Out of the stones pinning to balances. Held floats back out. Arm in various breaths even one sees. Then the stated passage region, if rather numbered. I’m out of a face, he didn’t not part no odds. No way out of the air the tobaccos chilled. Lantern down over our eyes into the ground. Going so be words of motion the various fluorites. Cat so slow threshold. Wordshed. Number had it, memory of such that it boxed. Literature might part, later might be held to motions that word. To company clear as simple light odds. I lost that counts what sees names. Estimate one could say, a face stop that proves my floats back out. Nice state of proves of light of life. Floyd in his matters, balances, sanies. Sucked in memory pushed rather only on our numbers. Some to that, what the want. Old that there as I have it counts. Under fall of slickensides the walls come blank. Better stop the face has entered down the road. Gone and now so are going. Names be the first of to say like a watch it. Talk if that it part might. Solution envelops itself, boxed the swamps. What the memory wanted dust raises less than that he wants. Slid one later or take in then. Onions entered, glass in storage, radiator I’ll make of the felt number held.
One could say various fluorites, a literature around the mantle. It can’t be that to listen to it will it. Pinning balances to the lasting of pins. Old alike to that, what just else ends. Words of the held begin only in the ground. What ends before the thickened various caves on display. Names be if I say anything unless in passage. Toots for that matter. Nouns going so are the counts. Floyd felt had holding entered back to that it pins. On before the one stated on tap. Envelopes of the kind itself stops. Odds on motions be words of the held begins still. Frog floats clear of all this so simple.
Nothing there is but the systems head. Wants to be seen alters. Speaker resolves to balance the door. Too long itself to listen to sounds it swamps. Make hum of that in which it comes to that. A way that is white and long to come. Serious then and now lamp. Any more of his states from want of that in the ground. Still each. Must that words go back. Others practice envelopes. So what if it’s less than an order.
Then and now after each.
Like a means not to be light.
Shafts in various passage.
Which to one and not only in.
Watch to that.
Listen and had been.
Is like then owing to others.
Hum of it’s felt from all biped.
Seems and goes all.
Sort of watch.
Passing onions to that.
How the being of what he was to myself.
Swamps boxed.
Stated as floats by and large.
So if what on maybe a certain white.
Light over a speaker.
But Floyd’s lantern an interest not to be toted.
Literature of hours of region an example.
Nothing set forth I set myself to back.
Balance on the if so.
Of things about on the true.
Breathing means a face.
Floats an air.
Means a face.
Ground a tap.
Nothing so short goes through any more practice to that.
Calm their little ways on balance the meaning of this. Packet lightness, every leaf to a salad. Thing then and now that to begin with. Have it stated various when you get to shut it. Tooth on board sounds stuck when on. Work a lantern of stout ground.
Cone watch its cylinders thicken. Fluorites pinned to the back well in vain. Log the crystal better than to think. Tapping its bones, means to come to the cave. And to avoid these, the speaker replied, or Gene Autry. The wall as one laughs place this room. You stand the talking at the window as stones. Drops past the pause in order really. Some last calm style wedged at the systems head. Carbide peels the stamps off the pants of Jesus. Quite the sort of it better to think. Door only to be taken in. Mingles into the corner as it comes. Enough, and green, and by and large, were familiar. Topics still too short where they join. Cave remains as one sticks night to it. Name places as certain things.
Food sheets.
Sort means through others.
Crystal toils.
System clear of the town picture.
Pause peels.
Style ridge.
Jesus as an egg.
Lies in some places.
Dynamite down under some pears.
An order of lime cells to go in the world.
I touched the radio in the middle of winter salt on the sheets. Perhaps with some others I clear the town. Story with the cone to time it. One biped begins one laugh having many other sorts of things to the walls. Calm shutting of the door on every light year past. I resolved to think the crystal into the flint salt system. I began having to touch the thing until it was in my trunk. The main home of the cave as a tie and stick. Log of Gene Autry’s much store in the world. See to it that nothing stands up the rigid dirigible of lime. Or rhythm comes of my stick. A pencil break after each pause over. Tires, radios, eggs, and others of the year. After a few cells green was not so strange an example. Warhol left the cave as night had left it. Touched the speaker, everything that began to go about it long. Clark Coolidge
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