100 Days

Whatever Comes About is a Result

03.28.2007 100 Days

Then there was a sound, The  n  wind put some gloves on on the shelf, there in  Sequences a tournament to surmount        Great Stakes! heard of whim in white        Initially, I can’t say a little in the kitchen the grapefruit sade opens and looks so A Knife in A Spoon Lettuce bed in June Little [...]

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Day Three Dee Dah

03.28.2007 100 Days
3 of 12 in 100 Days

The other stretching under my chair there fun joke rug race toward the day we git Love pop rocks Miss muling in the chambers amp balustrade arch you in perplex square coat miss either open hobbling bluelight Squirrel the Industrial “thank god” for 2nd languages

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68 names

03.27.2007 100 Days
12 of 12 in 100 Days

For how animal is eating a fig, on wheels or rails, acorns, how delicate etc. and continue adiatic, my unyeildy boots, you towing, nevermind, then rolling stop, as ashes as you are you are the plural of bluegrass in bells these patches of felt since when alelluah ah– and anna lay herself down beside me, [...]

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48 Pussian

03.27.2007 100 Days
9 of 12 in 100 Days

Forty eight Prussian nights dot her; this one. Nights around her nose and mouth. Red waves thru them. Night making eggs and blueberry waffles. Night spilling water on the table. For no reason. They were in a cafe, their friends there.  She threw the water. Afterwards was smaller, not at all what she would, stretching [...]

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o/h ow I/l ove/n o thing /more/t han/t o/ be/d an cing/st ill

03.27.2007 100 Days
10 of 12 in 100 Days

I have a flee/ce my war mest squa/re  shawl tour/na/ments in v/elvet laceandhose, horseradishes, no/dules & my sol/vent new england bat/drive down It/s my worry-ish prunes that do me, Hank/ies folded slap/dash over Nike wire/frame mice- cloths, a little ear in general.               Tympany anyone? & they’ll say: I have this p/ion/eer woman/kind of furn/it/u/re/bod/y. It [...]

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100 Days

03.27.2007 100 Days
11 of 12 in 100 Days

I would like to introduce my brass career of light. It is a project manager. Mothersticks hit the side of my mywigwam. Between peices of leather, light lines. Three steps off the road, a barrel cactus attache. She is a weaver with a loom and everything. The Theory of Tables by Emmanuel Hocquard. Opera day in [...]

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61 Uh

03.03.2007 100 Days
13 of 12 in 100 Days

No pigs. No litter letters nor whails no sign for my llama, my llama or me sticking a tongue in your fur for what signed for propped up on the fencelight. No haystacks or barking abroad. You know. Lawerence with his finger sandwiches says pst pst we are going and now we are shod and [...]

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