i. Inexplicable, or Collected thoughts from a crazy time
ii. "Things in Order"
iii. Story
Two I, else
III. That
IV. Which?
V. Ever choosing
VI. Wild-eyed
VII. Shapes sounding into nightshade, whysover my moouth is groming. noncense
Another list
war raw peace I keep cadres corners lowering strings stampedes tamarinds and tamarisk egrandiiiiii
limp, lithe, stopped, stammered, stuckered, sticked, roley-oed, , everything sideways or a neckery-torge why lickit, lets split it
or rather-whyne of mempers stoon
language to by born and forgotten let the poor hunchbacks the nemotodes in our sub-basements shelve them and deal them, delve into their secrets in themselves,
for I
for I for she for we for why for my for this for how for since whenwasit
longing shortening. leth me heat cache et always o make eroll ergoster noster
choice not choose not this not
remember that line or string or stranger that is me? Me, I will never take you under for another
really, you owe me memory or
please fake something for adendum to
what I�m getting at
What but shapes spoils hope rocking, ridges my sex your cold
why answer other than mist mirror and it is only that short space
where we did not remember
cachet cajole, caprice carprice why wince make sense, evince, convence, why wait tell me so
told you so, plawe
just rummaging
no words.
audience theatrue, authority.
What is it everyone wishes so desperately to hear. to hear to know that hearing to know. That mirror, all is echo with this strange device, so human, plural, unparted, strung up or quartered, folded, filched, blathering over the sprockets the trinkets of its nativity, so gross, misbegotten, so hosting and unholstered and cringing over its final springs, the last bitter wire torn and lingering in the dark tinge of whatmenot roke range dither.
Animals, mirror-crafting. Not all cerebral something there that is not games, that is not wordable, something not-words shaped in them, of them? it dies, it si only its reflection when the self has amalgamated it, it becomes strange and equally unsure of itself. Why make a choice here, choose to forget, it all comes of the moment, what trick is memory, how stange, name that stnager, it will falter, fade, it willl become something other thatn what it knew, that great gnomonic filtering-shade that stipples storms to widgets of rain whycomenot. Here I d�egress why sumthing notsowise. Illusion choose me take me asunder into backcoves into borragings I am ready, I will wincit, I am a gnavy ransid napse-runner, will snack it, yes will snap and have, and will snap upon snapping, will reflect on reflection until I am solid nather and change, perform, contain, divulge, confuge, d crevall, , wreck my noontidings and decide that I am exactly whatsit, yes, merely named, or rather, that I am precisely a gnot, as others do suppose... Things2 Miscellania Main
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