Multitudes Read Free

you a critic?
    Recently I read about a victim whose half-bitten nose
    because I am privy to up-to-the-minute news updates
    take their chunk out of me, they really do, when I remember
    you or the clamp in whose tough metal I insist
    my own gloss.

3
    No enigma of note. A slight push then in my palms
    cold onions to place on your eyes burned
    from the tear gas cops shot as a warning. You’d better.
    Is memory assiduous? See
    how closely I spy. Sometimes
    it’s kind. That’s mainly confession.
    For example. Off balance. Near collision. One’s grammar. Feel regal.
    No one resorts to speaking. I was such a shit
    I mince and observe from the rear.
    Some say a poetics of witness is enough or not quite
    enough. Traffic lamps flutter and seem to
    forget it everybody jerks and walks their
    cords
    bob
    spritely.

Weapon

    No lyric no cry.
January 20, 2012 at 19:48

TIME

    A Note by
    on Monday, September 11, 2010
    at 8:59 Cerise, however did

    you learn to form your
    Qs with such an open
    heart??? Wick A Note by

    on Monday, September
    11, 2008 at 8:57 Possibly,
    I did. But you always

    take your great-aunt’s word with
    much too stiff a gum.
    Con the group into liking

    your shortbread. That’s my best
    advice on the whole fricassee.
    Spiffy A Note by

    on Monday, September 11, 2005
    at 8:55 All right then,
    Christopher-Tom, have your tailor

    call my grocer and we’ll
    hammer out a deal we
    can both live with. Fra

    Pitooey A Note on Monday,
    September 11, 2003 at 8:54
    Gertrude, Are you sure you

    can’t make just one sentence
    smell like savory? Please? Your
    best hound, Crawbelly. A Note

    Monday 8:53 Darling Henry, Do
    you think you’ll have time
    to fix the garage door

    in time for Samantha’s wedding
    rehearsal? It is September after
    all! Know you’re verrrrry busy,

FOUR YEARS IS IT

    interesting to view how over the past several years fb
    has become a magazine in fact THE magazine where contributors

    link each other to ‘content’
    vast over the web consolidating
    interest communities Selves market self
    The bits where ‘friends’ say

    something about her day or how he’s feeling affirm the
    larger comfort of belonging in an emotional network but the

    holy hottt
babez : ’ )

majority of posts now seem to be acts of alternative
    journalism being performed for assumed allies You do this ‘for

    free’ to constitute subjective reality
    shifts within a radically more
    virtual ‘norm’ and to vie
    against the extinction of my

    own vocations They all seem to believe in yourselves as
    readership Curious and curiouser it competes for her first stirrings

    chubmeister
city del pls

in the morning It is practically the last consumption of
    each day It behaves like a social life but gradually

    erases a social life as
    much as it creates one
    ‘I’ in your third person
    feels you are speaking to a

    ‘them’ but day by day some of us become more
    untranslatable about picking up the phone as if the mirror-glass

    o gawd bin th
fatroll

will crack perhaps most reticulate in mind this season is
    how fb generates a theatre of people-ideas the idea of

    x the idea of y
    translated head to head almost
    without voice As if each
    accompanies each other soothingly without

    the cordial stickiness of physical companionship He streams near each
    other’s idea of each other without the sloppy attention-onus of

    tit fail dp now
i mean it )))

mutually sustaining embodiment You edit and edit and edit She
    edits You decide what you’ll edit When he’s spontaneous I

    edit that in for an
    allowable waft When you’re sick
    with fear you’re never sick
    with fear They edit so

    there is no I and don’t want to be, sort of,
    alone
     

    ur perf omg xxx

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