You say you rule the world
CEREBELLA
we are the we are the whole world
CLUPATTA CLUPPATTA AADVARK
You say you rule the world
CEREBELLA
we are the we are the whole world
CLUPATTA CLUPPATTA AADVARK
huit heurs a huit heurs ca sans dans biblioteque
All ends up this way.
Faon CLUPUTTA CLUPPATTA AADVARK
Fawn espresso
How can I disagree?
Your movement is
charged electric
objet objet d'emotion
You've got no yolk to stand on
precept the circle about you feet
Your ballet frozen
in motion accord to break
You say the world turns on my shoulders
stars flicker 'twixt your ether
twist art clairvoyance
Iris cerebella into it yo
stares chance

You say you rule the world
CEREBELLA
we are the we are the whole world
16th September

The common sense

of the ordinary man

is lost in a government plan

CLUPATTA CLUPPATTA AADVARK
huit heurs a huit heurs ca sans dans biblioteque
All ends up this way.
Faon CLUPUTTA CLUPPATTA AADVARK
Fawn espresso
How can I disagree?
Your movement is
charged electric
objet objet d'emotion

23/09/2006

feel the gentle romanticism

not bad enough to reject the urban

but to breakthrough in notes emotes

touch unfounded. Love against our restricted selves
You've got no yolk to stand on
precept the circle about you feet
Your ballet frozen
in motion accord to break

rumble you for soy

I'll blame you for the starlit sky!
You say the world turns on my shoulders
stars flicker 'twixt your ether
twist art clairvoyance
Iris cerebella into it yo
stares chance

huit heur a huit heur ca sans dans biblioteque
All ends up this way.
Faon CLUPUTTA CLUPPATTA AADVARK
Fawn espresso
How can I disagree?
Your movement is
You say you rule the world
CEREBELLA
we are the we are the whole world
CLUPATTA CLUPPATTA AADVARK
huit heurs a huit heurs ca sans dans biblioteque
All ends up this way.
Faon CLUPUTTA CLUPPATTA AADVARK
Fawn espresso
How can I disagree?
Your movement is
charged electric
objet objet d'emotion
You've got no yolk to stand on
precept the circle about you feet
Your ballet frozen
in motion accord to break
You say the world turns on my shoulders
stars flicker 'twixt your ether
twist art clairvoyance
Iris cerebella into it yo
stares chance
charged electric
objet objet d'emotion
You've got no yolk to stand on
precept the circle about you feet
Your ballet frozen
in motion accord to break
You say the world turns on my shoulders
stars flicker 'twixt your ether
twist art clairvoyance
Iris cerebella into it yo
stares chance

Morgan De Fey

Trick of the (Stage) Light

variation on NotFrog's "Swallow"

she sees move (LadyPillow/Crescent)

Thanks

Thank you to everyone for your wonderful, recent posts!

I appreciate them

Simon/Crescent

CyberBabe 2 (LadyPillow/Crescent)

NotFrog/Crescent 1

CyberBabe 1 (LadyPillow/Crescent)

en ville, un chateau (LadyPillow/Crescent)

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (41)

if even a lean strip of elastic is inlaid into the expanse of summer, its shelf life is extended. lozenge after lozenge changes constitution of the body's headrest. I have learned repeatedly that I know nothing in this life expect the dowry of experience. and something hurts against my better judgment. all that I can do is tell you cinder after cinder as it learns that shine dissolves an image by distracting sensory indulgence. sliver of a mirror cell condemns darkness by allocating space for unexpected happiness. and pleasure in small stages stays contagious. in a little while the earthworm will have played a tunnel from a cluster of earth molecules toward another. what difference does it make that yellow birds might sing? who captures and who has capability of remaking every birth of sound? the captions that go with our skin induce perfume. when warm, recipients release the formality of obedience in favor of deliberate appearing shadows. now and at the hour.

swallow

lap'dog

rushvil BOSH QUIP

kitsch      rationalists    now look seh 'ere
have you noticed the vacuum of carbon dioxidekinsynthetic
this is a painting drossedkitsch
     rationalists    now look seh 'ere
have you noticed the vacuum of carbon dioxidekinsynthetic
this is a painting drossedkitsch        




result = concatenate {*crescent || *neon};

from THE DAYLIGHT SECTIONS (40)

these louvered doors
how unsafely they emit pleasing
and otherwise tall beams
nobody argues

nobody says why can't these plants live on
nothing but because we empathize . . .
the sure dew lifts and now
we have blooms also

small feathers left here
demonstrate the mood and summer
whose mood fits
my own dream resonates with

who is in the dream
who stays after
who stays overtime
and what is left to come