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June 17, 2000

FROZEN - bamboo book

FROZEN

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I must abide, fulfill, be patient and bring my bones thru these negotiations. I must wire me carefully, leave the room and be patient and bring my bones thru tomorrows progresses. I must stay quiet and cool and buy me a puppy that will last these couple months. All of these things and more will hand to another man. All of these things and more another will be glad to be bound to. All of these things. Would you mind to play it again? Would you mind another? Do you know other ways? Grab the piano. You play it so well. You go by the smell. The painting neutral of obscure tribes down the rhymes and rhythm and all the dreams just tiny fingers, stop-bits here, civilized. I can tell. Grab the piano. Creep. Whatever you pray. Leaves cracking inside, is there something you need from me? Gather toasts and sip champagne. With that sick sense of humor, that charm, weeping on the floor. Cranking, the log and the pin. Let me down pinch me everybody touch me. Sound rebounds on the thin walls I am everywhere, 3 times right 3 red lights 4 cross sections I am everywhere, I sense the time bouncing off range, cut off 2-7 and faster. Smothering silence and mastering the tongue of the donkey. Pardon the abstracts. The cravings rip the pitch backwards and faster. 4 cardinal swim half in water half in sight. Taking your drops for ordinary accidents. Sit now. Restore in progress.

I woke up dreaming of suffocating, taking the seasonal hit, adjustments along forgivable, riverboat to practice bass drum balance, scorched, hollow, not worth rushing thru. Shackle, chained, cowboys from Cuba on the shoreline selling sugarcubes.

...I just want to make sure that you understand what it was I was trying to tell you, I just want to make sure you don't write the wrong thing into my notes, I'm not agitated, I just want to...

The staff is kicking off an expensive campaign, will feature paper catalogs venture capital raised in the summer. New investment or go public. Musing about, focusing about people with a history of evenly split sex habits. Print ads for the holiday season targeting demographics by aggregation to a critical mass. Staff of buyers grown moaning headhunters for top-jobs. 911-amazing. A brief silence hung before billing. More exhilarating than perfect. Offer the impossible today bet for obscene amounts of money next year. The company plans, for next Christmas, to open a real store.

I shrink with the cold, lying in bed lethargic, counting the faces on the watering glass, waiting for the sound of wild waves from above.

As they progress I progress. As they learn I learn. As they die I will surely die.

Calling from the Center Of Disease calling all hands, I get your blind fillies, pack up and go. Undisturbed the calm thickens, iced bamboo trees glued to a sleeping hollow. After all. Going nowhere deep under. Buttress. Let my successors solve those new problems as I have solved the one of today. Remember to introduce myself first and talk about next Week's End in the field by Emily who has a ranch near Santa Clara and offers pleasant and instructive discussions, 2 lane roads, ranches, wineries and hills, furniture rolling to shield, just a little nervous around strangers going to bite back away or plop in the dirt next to me. And the buzz and the fear and the evil gone, scared into the night gulp a sip of NextStar Palomino 5, aged 5. Mills are safe and so the day | top ass blockers mob he worked | only blind mobs who do not | possess knowledge of results | of own actions should I be | I'm delighted as you�re trying | box me in.

Hi Grandpa, as you can see we are looking forward to visit next summer. Luna Killinger is getting her weird cravings for spinach and cauliflower.

Accepting credit cards increases impulse buying. Get started today. Repent for not coming. You all missed. The wind caught the little too much. I sleep with your nose ring, the Daze is the bomb, coming over to Zero Century on to Mr. Foleys Encounters at Pale Blue Dot, CA. Perhaps relating the story, accepting applications, slumbered on... speaking of school I�m really enjoying it. Deus rex Multiplayer, perils of early adoption, but it�s got me through fundamentals, I get to watch historical fiction movies, classic corrosion penguins alongside with confederate soldiers, but I notice therefore prepare my own food clean up maintain immune cruising systems places where to stretch my expensive wings. Even so I have a hard enough time, Melissa, just remembering the figures and disagreements I might be able to sell, plug and pay clench your claws at Brunswick Brenda head against the horizon taken by the smell of things next. Lack of conformity my registration set to expire on the first decade in Tanzania but maybe flip it along the side awareness we only know eight years paddling ourselves into a substantial break.

I must play their game, of not seeing I see the game.

© Fortunato Caragliano

This piece kicked off the premiere issue of Sleep©, a newcomer alternative mag, in London, UK, 2006.

Posted by lck at June 17, 2000 05:06 PM