can't think loud next table literary criticism christicism -- nothing wrong with talking about *inaudible* nothing wrong with talking about nothing wrong. ummm, I really? on? same? wavelength? one person's feelings don't contribute to our general knowledge but they're important. tables wooden all about boxes on left, take out. pamphletsleafletszines. Let me eqscuse myself blurting out name. erin? erin? stealing a string, caught, scream. screamcaught. caught because she screaMED. randomness is not an option, unconscious motivations are always present they're saying it. ok, whatever. whatever. masculine language existing separately what? i think i want some juice do? i? reading for class all done. yes? yes. less than an hour left. annoying to go to class. would skip. should skip. can't skip. structures. this is the way language works. just read the essays. wish I could? they're ina class together, i see. people walk in. people walk out. have a little bit of courage to state a belief!!!!! people walk in. people walk out. phone says 1:49. time left. there is objectivity or not? hmmmm... laptop open, cool wallpaper! i don't know if I trust the people that come up with all the really mindblowing ideas, says he. "HIC CACAVIT BENE" witten in bathroom. funny thing, yes. hmmmmm. it's too sunny. too hot not as hot as in california. readings easy today. something about physical labour. hope no-one's eavesdropping. i am. wonder why they stopped those zines in the box? 2003, a long time ago. 2000 and 3. 7 ago. all out. do crossword? later. my facebook page is not an extention of me. st. john all you do is read great books? all written in geometrical proofs. 1:55 mom call later busy weekend? not really. one assignment, yeah. essay. should be planning now can't. planner. cross out ch 18, ch 19, already read. new music? must be something good don't listen enough. you just roll causality right down the street! fragments. frag ment. frog men. swim shoot OH GOD good job! so let's sit up. let's browse what? where? huh? is there such a thing as hmmm...nowait i should write it what i see they've quieted down reading? whisper. 7 feet a second. sound. not right. 2:00 i should go soon. i always get student evaluations with very clear handwriting. they're tas? oh. tos? ahhh, ey... simmering in the sun new horizon? new rising decay functions? linearized? what said she? no difference. people go in. study abroad? not this year.
Type: art.thought.original
Produced by: Kyrie Eleisen
Notes: a duet for thoughts and eavesdropping.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
MFRH046
If planets were planned: net weight = 15
Stymied and stammering
Stamen and ring, gimme drink I'll go gammerin'
Gott, ach gott! I forgot 'snot the boat but
In a moatish moat goat findings are afloat
In a basket -- a floating watery casket
He's sitting can't forget what he saw
A see saw -- waves rocking
Don't come knocking, you'll drown.
Ophelia's no queen, Hamnet no king
Egypt sunrise rises raw 'tis to Jupiter we will go!
Putting putting on scaphanders
Shooting up like salamanders
Rising rising from the atmo, sailing up and up we go
Up to Jove for nay a reason, whither next and whence came fro
Banging hooves, hooves stand up in droves Karl Rove may
Be above listening, hisssning hiss hiss... so what now?
Hey there, brown cow = how ... can we say that it's lying?
To you front of cameras dying -- it's true!
President Poincaré in your face my rey...
My king! My liege! Le me lick the salt off your feet!
(I will be discreet :) )
Type: art.poetry.original
Produced by: Kyrie Eleisen
Notes: none.
Stymied and stammering
Stamen and ring, gimme drink I'll go gammerin'
Gott, ach gott! I forgot 'snot the boat but
In a moatish moat goat findings are afloat
In a basket -- a floating watery casket
He's sitting can't forget what he saw
A see saw -- waves rocking
Don't come knocking, you'll drown.
Ophelia's no queen, Hamnet no king
Egypt sunrise rises raw 'tis to Jupiter we will go!
Putting putting on scaphanders
Shooting up like salamanders
Rising rising from the atmo, sailing up and up we go
Up to Jove for nay a reason, whither next and whence came fro
Banging hooves, hooves stand up in droves Karl Rove may
Be above listening, hisssning hiss hiss... so what now?
Hey there, brown cow = how ... can we say that it's lying?
To you front of cameras dying -- it's true!
President Poincaré in your face my rey...
My king! My liege! Le me lick the salt off your feet!
(I will be discreet :) )
Type: art.poetry.original
Produced by: Kyrie Eleisen
Notes: none.
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