[#1] a rip in time/ space

[#2]Little millenia (13)

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[#1] They say… the radio wanders along the bridge late into the snow of nightmare,  thin, soft (  crystal skeletons  ) vibrating along the shore float up to each bridge, asymmetry that each Earl...White, of the other bite off another sandwich - The little scribble off the horizon  (dawn of ghosts) Each Earl ( the different kinds ) have 

 ( es )   ee ex)

Why the face has distant mist the way mixing farewell, entering my mind through the pushing square, through the dictionary [side note: ( ee. ) HA HA. 

Every hollow moves in an O over the lake - is an O over the lake 

[a rip in time/space] [Twelve] [⧌]

[#.2]

((  ↫ )) The watery hollow is now in my painting. Ten bodies absorb clues, already the x     buzzing sounds linger in the stars (uniform hat…) Holds a whole life, forever out of a purple liquid emulsion, soaked to the brain. 

I eat (  emulsion ) sitting in the kitchen, a picture, boy - -   - I’m sitting in the kitchen, boy. Already the buzz Charles, boy, listing all obsessively … ants into the paper (which are followed by eye worms,) and I, which wheelchair over a drawing of a man with which wheelchair - a branch of only eyes and mouth (the tongs run over the liquid orange juice liquorice slick length  dress of film -around- the tongs run over in a half sutured, circumference) my large black pupils turned into chairs. 

The end safety, the mist (an ill

Painting, ill and tender.)  

[Little millennias} (13) 

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