Nothing else is happening. No again. Award
winning romance with the now correct baseline.
I'm a woman in the correct marketing niche
at last, for dancing. Please dump your boyfriend
and move to LA, but I don't want to be like everyone
giving the beautiful pregnant woman advice--fall
in love with me and leave the suburbs. If you
can actually talk to men I'll talk to you. With.
Now I am a US Marshal listening to high-spirited
drunks. Like squirrels, we were yuppies at
a conference. Boom boom boom. We weren't
looking for jobs. We were looking for dinner music.

Your exported good cheer--teacher, a swimming pool
I love, proxima my home. Me too. Whine is like a funny
child the angry students ate, were eaten (by the President).
My advices are numerous and thank you. Everyday ribknife
undiagnosed wake. Like living in an ashram where all my
speech is pitter patter on the fireplace hearth rug. Stuck
art work. Better frozen. It was fine. It was great, actually.

The daily nausea and deadlines--I throw up less
often, love getting messages, tell me something
about hunger and sleep deprivation and recovering
from mysterious illnesses and the general malaise
of careful speech all day. What is an eggplant?
10 minutes. What is the correct response if you
don't know how you feel. I don't know how you
feel. Liar. Such as vibrant wanting to be loved
and independent, what to do with easy achievement.
I'm bored. Do a forward bend and do a forward bend.
Notice the obvious beauty of something in nature,
like a dragonfly! Inutile stamped on your forehead
--if the bureaucracy were your body, I guess the
nausea would be constant, my longing.

Or else, just tie me up so we can have really cliched rough sex against a wall and smash a light bulb.

Get a visa where people are smiling. "All in all
they are fashionable," like a prison. Please be quiet,
winningly mutters, says: yay! while eating gnocchi,
remembering induced wholeness, the man in
the hello kitty hat who wants to know what
you're doing later. You want to make a pretty box.
Say sex. That helps.

Get out of my space.

The earth's not boundless love. Or a she.

White woman connecting to the earth with drum.

You are an uptight jerk.

Idon'tknow I don't know ah whatever! Move
to the Arabian Peninsula, just don't get married,
don't crinkle plastic bags or climb the stairs,
desperate for courtship calls in the rain; then,
attack your surrogate lover / enemy. Attack
your food. Attack anything the same color as you.

Teenage waist land, teenage waitress--the legend
is true in every detail. A hero stalker song! Two
hot peppers, we eat excessive plates of mediocre
Italian and Chinese food, our normative guide to
culture. Of course, I don't know anything about
it in a direct way. Just the signs.

A world of pristine hotel service,
like a picnic blanket all the way
to the crest of the hill, laden with
retro food associated with lawn care
and carpet cleaning.

I thought it was my birth control but
it was "no mommy no" the flu. I signed
all the petitions except that one. He's my
neighbor and I know abut his failed love
life. My departmental manager fantasy
was lush and corpulent but not me,
finally, in spite of all the products we brought forth.

I love the ill.

No one clapped for the African man who won the marathon.

"I want to fuck you within the institution of marriage," he wrote.

I tried to ride around the policeman enforcing the road blocks, but he wasn't paying attention.

Take a picture of us kissing on top of the recycling containers.

Just take a picture, or whatever.

We need a prison to stimulate the local economy.

Say it: "I am rich."

Once, I felt like I wanted to talk about my feelings. I wanted to share my unique, personal story.

I've never loved like a team fan loves

Our team lost. No one drove into
the lagoon. One turns to the context
of motherhood. Oh, your narrow little
waists, oh, we think there's nothing
cooler than being pregnant. Tall lithe
self congratulation. Let's go to Hawaii
again. Let's remove all the coconuts so
no one can throw them at the police.

Some of the futures are hell

The blockades prevented us from getting to class. After all that, I wanted to be put away, but after all of your all that, you wanted everyone else to be put away--we had a dumb conversation about it on the roof top pool. "Can you say absent father," he'd sneered? Reading Marx, defending early 90s NOW marches--I think he was disappointed that you weren't in an orgy. Smarmy debates with trade union activists. I was dressed in my pajamas, and the sniper was dressed like a sniper.

I wore a visor

No one lives in their real estate and the public
all have children. Seeing double. Fantasy
of having once been funny. Artistic people
always wear scarves, she said.

Unpleasant things and possibility

What are you thinking of? Love--
California's cold inside and
I'm selling hard;
could make it but didn't you make
nothing so excitable? horoscope said we'd have
bright ideas. An outside heart
-- I mean be careful, love or else get
the torture started. I'm feeling my
cliches deeply and it's lethal.

We're freezing inside California but
Lester's bathing in his icy water
dish--he likes the yoga chant CD.
He's singing. There's too many empowering
moments of peace and love, too many
transcendent journeys raising ourselves.

No, I don't think so.

Fall. Spring. Love. Death. Feelings. It is interesting to note what is censored and what is not.

smack le lapin saute x 2

You are depressed. Of course no woman has ever made you happy.

In memory of your feelings, I thought
about them, your then unconscious
passive-aggressive aggression, you know,
I'd have loved you more if you'd been
married and unmarried, I've forgotten
all my characters. The wall to wall is
more than that: jump rope through
the floor and into the TV in the apt. below,
trying to be healthy.

Hail! Odd Spot!

Wow. It's baseball season in America.
Nevermind, but the shakti was pouring
out of me in the wrong direction. Did punk
ever really happen--I want to get grabbed on stage,
then abducted (from a baseball field)

~

I am cheerful when you have children, she advised.

~

Love a bonnet, a sling.

Mean This Rudely

Cheated on my sleep in the yes/no
hard questions, we were swimming,
confronted with capital and mediocrity
one must where more organic fibers,
cut back on yesterday's resonances.

Usually we talk about our overseas trips
like Italy forever. Romanian is like
Italian, and tolerance comes with age,

The More Vague

The problem is that your wife
didn't sleep with your X friend and
then your X boyfriend didn't have
a fling who liked it.

Excellence and leadership are good.

Today I learned value; punch
the TV; cry sensitively. Yearning

for TV children's boxing match,
stuffed airplanes.

Perfect Weather for Velor Leisure Suits

Somehow she gets mad. I never saw nothing.

They popped his head up----blond died blond.

Everyone wants to pet the tied up dog.