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Friday, December 31, 2004
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Save as... Document 1 Section: _ _ _ Part: _ _ _ Title: Prologued Oh. The sweet smell of a stranger in his sheets, but could it be that it is a former Schlick he lies in. The aroma is slightly stale/warm/familiar/presnt/ yet past. And he's home. But it has not been home for a while. Where the sound of the leaves rustled the traffic now bustles through Schlick's bedroom window. The air is warm with activity. The city - - - - home. Document 1 Section: _ _ _ Part: _ _ _ Title: Grey - - - - Hill - - - - Gully - - - - Green Schlick's been raising his family night after night. When something karked dominoes fell to someone sobbing/bleeding/bobbing tackle bait in the mostly green. Recluse to a private yard, gate and fence, house aside to bleed blotches in darkness killed to depress. Incantations on procrastinations fly chalk chaffer to a bagged body. Battery low to stop to charge up and set down. And the names that Schlick called on say something. The words... the voice... the time... say nothing, but what's nothing lost? Document 1 Section: _ _ _ Part: _ _ _ Title: Soft Spot Sweet/Odd/Slip/Prick are the same confections. Even 'Appy despite. A rhapsody of nutrition teatering on pockets of warm air. It's nothing short of tall tragedy. And though they will find Slime and Sleek without much spear and nibble Schlick takes solace (though very little) in age they will regret this stage. But stick to lines and occupy sidetrack seige has Schlick slandered past side to a freckle. Knuckle squashed huckle/ moosh taught toosh, on gravities pull, as we happen to push. Document 1 Section: _ _ _ Part: _ _ _ Title: On-Centre A whirring shadow above Schlick's broken bed. Screws snapped through loose behaviour. d.n.a becomes a bookmark. Schlick in the street choosing words he can see. Gutter. Bungalow. Box. Tracks. Stops. Signs. Schlick eats sugar and salt for breakfast. Sleep detains him. Schlick offers open to Sleep but he doesn't nod. Running rivalry senses tensions of a paradigm. A conserved emotion dried and moisturised off packs. The doppelganger strikes a pose. Document 1 Section: Laryngeal Part: J Title: Vagabond Vanilla valentine von velvet veneer. Vehement vexing vivifies voracious votive. Vulgar voluptuousness. Vile vigilant vulture. Victual vice viking virtuoso virtue. Vitriol vomit von vowel. Vulcanise vampire van valet vane. Vagary. Vouch/ Vote vigil view. Volunteer volume voltage volley. Vaccinate vaccuous vestment. Vex via veto. Vibrant vicar verse verbose verbatim. Vacate vacant vacancy. Wednesday, December 29, 2004
Document 1 Section: Fade to Black Part: H Title:Ding - - - - Ding A stain under the gazebo pillow. The moon crashes through the window. Pillow over Odd's head. Schlick in a piggy pop moment as gazebo gradually tilts left. The rest, four squares straining square on square sleeps square and just sucks fibres in Odd's throat. Not a violent bone, a violent mind smashing melancholy pieces off Picasso vignettes. And once done Schlick dissolves to solve too much lustre insignificant. Odd, segregated from her d's is just holes. One hole for everyone to be interested in. Document 1 Section: Chicken - - - - Egg Part: E Title: When Schlick was bubby he bubbled through day and slept through night. It must be that he spent all his tickets now as he fumbles through the glistener into that listener: dark. Shuttering without blink Schlick thinking stumbles unless riding the flow of the rapid. Clink to click as fires flame puddles of pretences. Others audible things ring to schift and become syllabic remix mumbles. A part to section blame. Document 1 Section: Side Street Part: E Title: Purple - - - - Plush - - - - Oranges Sweet and Schlong succubus on a sidestreet. Then clip-cloppers torch on to stop and clear off the throng of Schlong's mature advances. Quip and Schlick tongue upper lip as the fable round the table is re-exaggerated. They're quick to take note n' add various v...-iations until ex...-bated of all lustful trust. Schlong goes on to subtle Sweet for the imaginist spectator, as to leave no doubt for that coy first look. Schlick and Quip blaze a probe to detriment and humiliation of insecure Sweet always seek an eye of ...-athy on the end of ...-ession Document 1 Section: Laryngeal Part: I Title: Welsh/Saesneg Odde metamorffsis atgas, yn denu deri. Ffurf golygwedd dysgu gwalch. The masnach of a glib tongue. What Pop flies to in fits of anger and lolfa llafar cysgu. Double l's await but arrive emitting breath without voice. The rising dipthongs as the lullaby cranks down to falling dipthongs. The tramor myfyrio flails Schlick onto a bed circling the nebula. Stars tangled in strands. Outside solar the seren and dust take on a different order; the y's are u's and couples are singles. Schlick sees the italices on the telly and Pop sparks up prudd without coffa. Document 1 Section: Cant Part: G Title: Glum People become attached to sadness. It is, be told, the most comforting. No lower to go. Thoughts muddled and counteracting to reach a state of hum num. No b. Just cloudy reactions. Two nameless lovers in each others arms finger trail across opposing faces. What eyes are not cold? Each heart beats the same recycled blood. Our fingers determine means. Those nameless figures cup cheekbones in their forefingers, temples in thumbs, pinkies on lips. Callus and dried skin. The double tap of the touch pad human. Document 1 Section: Side Street Part: D Title: The homemade mix cd for sex. Titles: A Cure for Foolish Happiness; Put Rocks in your Snowballs; Feed this to your Children: Chilled Bananas; A Healthy Dose for any Funk Junkie Monkey; Apples and Oranges; When I was Seventeen, I had all the Answers; Tell 'The Man' I Muscled in on his Girl; My Pappa Scratches like a DJ; Rupert the Rubber Duck: Holiday Tunes; We Learnt all the Wrong Lessons; Walking the Cow; Mid-Morning Thoughts; Pavement Expression; It's not Just This I've said. Document 1 Section: Heaven Part: G Title: Countermate The elevator polls off/ the pipes freeze over froth/the putt hangs on the lip of cup. Hiccups scare the life out of Prick so she need not worry. She comes back to pillow that smells like the crook of chest and shoulder. Within the fluffy down is an extraction. Prick on wires of curl that are not hers. The kin of another. Another 'nother. The straightened split end and loop one third round then spiralling to a fracture: a violent kick/ a dead end clipped. This dark hair from nether there. And the volume without noise fades to stop. Document 1 Section: Future Elephants Part: D Title: Random Repeat Pop scrunches a tranquil apple in mouth. Simpleton says and does and defies lookin' in on the cooking oven. Roast cow, half a slab, sacked on a plate. Sleep scoffs succubus treat. So does Sasparella. And then... there is Pretty. Pretty and Odd/ Schlick and Sleep. Maintained in this combination is thrice the arc of falsiphy. Water to the milk of dreams. Gum under the desk. Breath to gluten free bread. Anything to anything. Nothing to everything. A love ballad that subjects hatred to a syncopated melody. Partiality at forty four. Document 1 Section: Side Street Part: C Title: What've it? What we've done to the modern poem. A shallow squidging sound at the bottom of Schlick's bedroom. Old women seek young men and young ladies freak to old men. Old and yound seek what's emotionally sterile. Plastic gloves flinch on Schlick's chest tweaking the hysterical. Ladies before gents. The masquerade of apathy as the choir strings up. The denial in confessional. Prayer/ Sooth -sayer. Escape the daily sickle. Schlick rat-tats his shucked shell on the clip-clopper. Magic potions last one night before the asparagus' cream. Document 1 Section: Fade to Black Part: G Title: You - - - - Me Schlick says x-mas because Christ! those Christians on mass. And you are Schlick's wasabi stomach at the throws of his convulsing abswing into that final leap of bile in the bathroom sink. Hurling water into flogs of phlegm bile Schlick retrieves something within the contents of his baby spew belly. And between p and f and that sound silent it was agony on the cathada. To the question, "How do you feel - - - - about me?" Prance an answer dance to stanza for all that dancer disco fall. Document 1 Section: Laryngeal Part: H Title: Thripence In thy concubine, traversing flatwoods trying to avoid the smish. Tally-ho tailgater! Rabid cats snatch at the peripheral but are (butane) and but shifting ferns. Aloof Schlick flees the thought that chased him all aftern' long: doubt. A half turn past motown and he is the iron clad works of alchemy. Eight foot piece with box shorts and a pucker mouth rusty/furry/clammy but got game. Phalanges tittled by malange mat material. A sidebar sideyard to memory. Clanger bits of sheet and metal refrainers lick glazed eyeballs. A gecko trollops with the kids on the roof. Saturday, December 25, 2004
Document 1 Section: Fade to Black Part: F Title: Bananas - - - - Tomatoes In slow motion each action looks chosen. Schlick can't love a girl, and hence, can't love Sweet, as much as he wants too, he can't/not allowed to until. Sweet can't love him either, being a girl, thinking he is a boy, not a boy holding on, not a boy in the grip of all boyish things. Sweet and Schlick are caught in transmission. That clunking and grring to find a gear/ mode. Awkward torture that binds in moment and time a love fucked. The first/the last/ the infinite hug. Slow - - - - Quick - - - - Fast - - - - Rewind - - - - Deject. Sweet is his love, and his love of childhood. Document 1 Section: Heaven Part: F Title: Construct Pop is proud not to understand the fencing blabber of Schlick. Does he feel that his job is done to see his son overcome him with nonsense? The two men glaze concrete beneath a wire fence as one designs a new word for the older. "Bluplexus, a term I suppose, means or is a material that aims to mimic the form of nature, but not its shape. In temrs of shape it is entirely manipulated by man." This laid excess of thought and concrete is a baffler of gap and lack of leap. The concrete sets. Document 1 Section: Mount Part: F Title: Big Time Schlong gevity may be deceased in Schlick's eye. Ratty-tat-tatty on the cheek and insured, if this keeps up, that it will soon be down for good, his pride that is. And though there is back, there is never beyond. Schlong's ability to exceed his potential is vamooshed. The length of the pipe that smoked the dreams is rooted into Schlong's psyche. And for Schlick it fits sense, as much as sense can fit beef filled sushi. Ghostly Schlong: King and prisoner of the mostly green. Schlick jealous because he isn't, not because he wants to be. Document 1 Section: Fade to Black Part: E Title: Eggs - - - - Hung - - - - Over - - - - Easy Kat clutters and couldn't stand the chatter of Clatter. And alike they were, they were too close to share Son as husband/father, as blood/water. A stealing scarlett woman of in-law descriptions, much as Schlock had been/had seen from the unpainted side of the picket fence. And in Schlick's shoebox with fit room for Pi there was no rumour of Clatter or Schlock, only the matter and chatter of nonsified Kat. So a bandit Schlick became for a few days. Clinging Kat would leave tendrils still gripping, but what is clung and slung is not for Schlick to judge, just negate. Document 1 Section: Chicken - - - - Egg Part: D Title: Same/Same/Same The air-conditioning blows a breeze past Schlick's window. It stops. Might it be that his thought was shared with someone else? What an uninspiring thought. But is passes. He gouges the mish mash of crinkle cut starch out of the gorges in his molars. He grinds his teeth much like Clatter and gets no response as his linen is littered with a lonely scent. Clatter scraped nail and tooth across black -board but with no wake from Sun or restful sleep for herself. She suffocated her mind. Schlick diagnoses each thought profane and wonders if others do the same. Document 1 Section: Cant Part: F Title: document1 Would you like to save document1 as it currently exists? Think carefully. Yes? No? Cancel. These are not finite button pusher conclusions. Questions not answers. Yes? Well, why? Why stay still, you can't. No? Why change inevitable changes, do you have control? Aptly titled documents but not this, not numero uno doco. of you know who. It is blank, be said. No characters/header/footer/ page number. No pages to note. Head to foot: nothing. Blank/screen. Cancel? Ok. But you have to save. Why not now? Just knock that pop up off. Save as... Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Document 1 Section: Part: Title: A thousand lines for every pause in step: gimme gimme gimme. "I fell in love with his in insanity" she said of Schlick, and though she had transcended Odd in but a wink to take on mortal, could he break on her life, an imminent, in universal. death. If not never than would she be everything forever. Suggest it be that Schlick should tribulate rather than, as Odd always permitted speculate. But brave and wimpish is such a contrivulation it left a her anti and kind've gimpish. Document 1 Section: Part: Title: Cock-a-doodle in Schlick's head early/mid mourn on the pass of day after day. The thought of waking up before bunking down keeps the doo doing his head out of r.e.m. The crow does in every corner to spite the sigh of traffic. Concotions convulse in a brewing populus of the danger. Flights depart unexited and returned shuttled through change. Counter beans on the endorphin stream be what the crow places in the crow. All cock and doo, but do be doodle, unplaced in this psalm be treal. Document 1 Section: Part: Title: Circular Corners Quip sprawls across a shut eye symposium as Schlick shps fluid from pen to paper. Inside a bubble there is the echo of reverberation from the outside. Inside, as opposed, there are no square corners. Succcintified in glob is essence... of nothing... of squishy sandwiches at the bottom of lunch boxes. Perrenial failure to fotter-fox-flitter had led Quip's mother to think of herself. But not the problem be as they cease as they quickly re-arise. And within sight and reason emotion has arisen. An inappropriate hug seems to cling onto clothes never to feel the ringer. Document 1 Section: Part: Title: Before Schlick pipped a peep out of his suckling slobber hole there was nothing but sound. Not his own. Brain a filter baby blue Schlick began unique creation not captured in pages of dark tinted text. Noise for something. Stimuli usurped stumbling stuff-ices from hub-bub baby. This lonely world of self satisfying sound left a baby remainder on slow learner sidewalk connection. The forced first flabbergastation came and went with other slips and slithers of such, but, that given momentary recognition conformation of others worlds left baby blue... Document 1 Section: Part: Title: How a vowel can change a name. i is for Schlick. A writer's vowel. It has never been Schlick o, or Schlick e, though a name as such has been uttered. And what guttered effect this has had. Anything close or affiliate to sexual aspiration clumps at the small of her back. An ill timed e it has been but the o is more to label such fact. No longer would Schlick be an i man, possesive of himself 'n character, but (big butt), a boganism that proclaims catch phrase a, e, o, u as motion. Not i, not i. Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Document 1 Section: Fade to Black Part: D Title: Dread Where did it all go Jacob? Your flock your bosses your life your refined caper to every explanation. Your edge, dear old friend, what you had and everyone craved. Power to be big fish big pond big inside small places of large personas. When (did it all fall awry)? Son of What where did life extend for some and for you shorten? Inside a micromanaged bubble you were small but pumped by numbers. It was a delusion to think one gang meant warfare won outright. Civil unrest lurked inside you and now your hand is out to give and take; taken a childhood, given a stain to succumb. Document 1 Section: Laryngeal Part: F Title: Kava - - - - Smashin' - - - - Android - - - - Lava Garnished gooped ether on either pound or perish. Bevilled bevvy in mouth cross tongue down tarred and young lung. M. Puff no esquire just shag 'n dire little deeds. Schlick does become a straight single white sexual incarnation. Stealthy Schlick remains ajar to jargon and rock penetration conviction. The Zen of a white/gold room of smokers God and Buddha. Schlick the herb. Schlick cannon fodder fool on the inside of the outside. Cheat your genes, tear your jeans off with the after thought that delivers no rationale, that has no place in your smarting pants. Document 1 Section: Mount Part: D Title: D for... Mr D plants foot on firm ground for the first time. Memory left long 'till starved of revamp. In his case two bowler hats a hawaiian shirtand a suit (black pinstripe). So Schlick upon the point of entry that re-injection into a forced home seems so. A sheath of rain falls to dampen an unexpected arrival. Schlock unseen of the unheard. Pop waiting for prescence in forthcoming with the truth. What does Schlick speak of but nothing of the past or tomorrow. A sleep to end all age. An ignorant sleep for the waking death of whoever. Mr D grey in the mostly green of a Schlick world. Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Document 1 Section: Future Elephants Part: Title: Promise - - - - Regret Pi is woken from her private procrastination of life. Schlick and his Sunday lover pirate a ship that squeaks and squibbles. The patented pant accompaniment rather done than an emphatic overture of true emotion. And as Sunday passes half gone Pi catches her Sunday love on the pot. Sitting steady for swivel limbed protection a boy in worn white neat sneakers and skinny ankle business black socks hunches half to cover, half to contemplate. A manly act he just did half tanked in talk to wrangle something was quite a feat. But hollow Sunday hollow with no thought food. Detox of all emotion. Placid Pi surprised eyes wide and face flushed at Schlick stands red and in places, pinched/cut/bruised in others. Back to the bedroom to clear room for sleep on a silent, unmoving bed. And there covered (just) by sweat soaked sheets is a Sunday lover; name: 'Appy Chilli Chutney. Not Odd is this sight or feeling, nor an incarnation of mortalised Slip. A slip up perhaps. This affair was always mortified by a sense of the real. So real it wasn't human but mammal and carnal gravy was booze 'scuse me oopsadaisy crazy in love right/left out now now. Pound for pound each quaking knee as its down down bound and plastered round. And 'Appy between pant and peddle says .... now of age naked in Schlick's bed bosoms heaving on her rotunda bodice of life lived longer. Hung it seems on a carcass. 'Appy does gravity and sogs out the door in dress for drive and dried up regret. Pi at the breakfast with a large door to the unknown, but no flyscreen. Schlick with a fly that flew (as expected) unexpectedly in his eye. One rare demise in centred security. Pi blue veined and bursting sipping the juice, Schlick inside a concave of nothing hollowing a hollow inside Pi's Sunday love. Monday, December 13, 2004
Document 1 Section: Cant Part: C Title: Their There Slim and Slim sleep Sunday morning in the peak above the grey. Signs startle spindle in mass coordination of romantic insignation. Suddenly Schlick is walking. Slim to Schlick phone drone panel beater bumper in hear as no discourse is dettered. Find no to why and yes to next one two three breathe. Staccato juices trickling over cubes. "What is/has happened to make sun and sleep my adversaries?" Similar Sunday Slim and Slim see cheap Tuesday to craft fixtures in putty go silver stream of excess. Schlick sees cigarette "no" burns. There be this, Schlick be this; this be there. Document 1 Section: Laryngeal Part: E Title: Poppy Odd is divested in d's. Duplicates of replicate persuassions. Odd is blonde/brunnette bold in its pursuits of Schlick. Rather luscious in the bushes to be dormed and decked to the bed at 4:48. Rather presumptious Odd in the chill evening does do so for mumbles of contention. Schlick sees error in his many paths but not forrests only plains of dried root pleasure. Odd speaks no language only in terms of barriers that press and tempt. Odd finds Schlick midstream in rapids of white/white/white. Thursday, December 09, 2004
Document 1 Section: Chicken - - - - Egg Part: C Title: Broken Stride Sun is slow these days in stringing superlitives. He reads with glass one word at a time so for Sun it must resonate quickly. Schlick schalked non-toxic crayon across Sun's white wall. Screaming streetwords Schlick ran. Clatter fussed down ramp through gate to find Schlick at the seventh letterbox. Calmed by time Sun smiled to his infrequent happiness chastity as Clatter poured hot soup in and out of cold bowls to cool simmering liquid inside. It is these eyes that fail that stared Schlick down to make him quail. Document 1 Section: Future Elephants Part: B Title: Odd - - - - Ball Odd arrives every six months or so. A stubble growth on Schlick's chin shaved next month. An ingrown hair turned pimple to squeeze and infect. White to yellow to blood gobs pried with much agony on anticipation of satisfaction. Odd in form in tow of some salutation has nothing deliberate about her poise but what does Schlick think so thick as to rival his last? And once Odd becomes mortal she slips into a different name. A Slip perhaps it is easy to become, but Odd how much she will remain. Document 1 Section: Heaven Part: D Title: Mona The broken bicycle sits outside the shed. Thistle punctured tyres see Sasparella waiting in the heat of shade. Flame fanned files flourish from floorboard flits. Honey plus water Sleep's home in a state of saturation. So Schlick Sasparella Sleep does ensue a view to numbety. Pop might ring but rarely to talk but about stifler scenario. Sticking sheets and repeats night after see a hasty arrival/exit foreseen. And once the 'burbs are fled Schlick cannot see in nor out but presume without doubt that perspiration delivered exhultation. Document 1 Section: Future Elephants Part: A Title: Honey Coated Tea Cup Bottom In the moment there is only prescence no letters left for any ry. Neglected singles take the place of multiplicity in times of Schlick's reflection. Where once Schlock remained constant Pi now occupies. Schlick fights such a reprising thought instead to denounce and play its hand of worth to reach past all short circuted activity. And if and when it shall return it has tested time to be reprised and given worth in memory over prescence. But what can't be recalled except in prescence is a shocking surprise when found again for the first time. Document 1 Section: Heaven Part: C Title: Loose - - - - Elastic - - - - Red Sleep strips Schlick naked behind the couch. Or is that where he ran when red pyjama bottoms were ceased to cover pink pimple goose bottom? Giggles does so beside Sleep with rhetoric and regret. Torture goes despite appeal the shirt off so nothing is covered. Cold on feet and Schlick's pubic section failed fleets of handsome erection. This junior shivalry haunts sweet Schlick and he attempts to pounce Sleep. His naked bits fondle flesh not sweet caress but rough and vigour. Schlick surpassed naked in a corner as his toes tend to curdle without order. Document 1 Section: Cant Part: B Title: Caffeine When viewed upon itself its self becomes a paradox. Schlick stand lecturn unprepared. Synopsis' running through misfires and crumbling notes. Tales of tumbles tear away down his face. A smile. A stut to his stammer as he mumbles a mic. test. He quibbles with Sleep as he can cover ... water leakages but Schlick can't manage a pitter patter ... or a plan for a pitter patter for the corpse of Clatter. But where is Schlick's turning point for the slippery street of release? And then it comes one big one wet and sober drunk and candid alive for death produced by a recount. Document 1 Section: Chicken - - - - Egg Part: B Title: Karalon It was surprising that the infant wasn’t called Apple. But son of Sun and Clatter and sister/brother to Schlock and Slather fitted with house and shed. Slather middled all ill-feeling while Schlock grew younger to older and retained no nuance. Slim and Slim were to come and the family was to grow/go. Like twin and sister they were divested if only in what they were interested. But as Clutter clung and Sun grew old string balls strolled and strands would gather. And if intent and discomfort were mistook before the death is where they reperched their crook. Document 1 Section: Laryngeal Part: D Title: Recktator Rodeo Boys do not swim shimmy but bi bop to ruffus rock. And Shimmer she does as rock produces dusty voices. Shimmer swim shimmies with Schlick looking over her shoulder at Brocken Boulder. What hunk of a skinny man produces such spunk for Shimmer to catch an eye dilating with rhythm. Schlick swim shimmies straight to his cause. Shimmer friend Sparkle slut up their virginity. Cold boys courage lost in pleasantry. And with Pisser’s name across her breasts he shirks the shirt to save heaps he doesn’t care. Black thick texta runs red deep how did Pisser retain a mark she would keep. Document 1 Section: Laryngeal Part: C Title: Seaground Pop on a distant ocean of humps and crushes. Piers cut coves along the sshhear of the mimicking seashell. Cross-cutted horizontal planks nailed to sand speckles shifting with tide and moon. Lamp lit marooners high above gulfs sink sauntering sails of sippers and mugs. Pop reach port with glumly tumblers inscribed bark and forgeign mumblers. On blue green depths that splat and splunder the mast bolt up as the drifters chundered. A blue black cloud sent bobs to the floor and love sailed ubiquitous, like the pariah of air, through the seashell door. Monday, December 06, 2004
Document 1 Section: Fade to Black Part: C Title: Kick the Can Clatter lived in a house of clutter. Perfect for Schlick and his nimble limbs to play long games of sardines. A half hour break for lunch and another hour for digestion as Sunday rolled closer to Sunday/Monday. But Clatter couldn't live forever in the tin before God began to pull the ring pull. Her slippery fish mind flipped in the hook before they dropped her dead in the water. Schlick reeled in every memory of Clatter for the last. A carcass with made up skin. Thus the start of the great dismantle and repair as she watches above the gas burner in print on the mantle. Document 1 Section: Mount Part: C Title: The Mostly Black Slither in the darkness. Slither in the trees. Schlock running fancy flagging free. Slither tries to jump her/thump her. Taxi's tally-ho through the mostly green turned black by sight until a stop, a click and a thwack. Speeding homeward the shit condenses Schlock on the verge the edge of her senses. Her baby brews big in her small pot belly as adrenhalised blood pumps from strong heart to the whisper of a heartbeat. Baby Schlick lives large from the comfort of the green, the dark turned fright and the stream of dreams. Document 1 Section: Chicken - - - - Egg Part: A Title: Graffenberg Sleep doth keep Schlick here. At the base of all troubles. In the beginning amongst resolution is drawn in the essence of both. Sleep proclaims happiness. He ums and ars and no's to very little but what it is that takes his tonic. Schlick propells on silence as company comfortable as second skin his kin. Sleep and Schlick propell through hall and ruptured walls bitter in fued leud to a life lived off a springboard base. In the drive of what they perceive nothing is left between them but experiences and comfort in the belief of memory to keep them. Document 1 Section: Cant Part: A Title: Bouncing Castle I need someone exactly like you but not you said Schlick to Prick. Bursting blood pumping some emotion but holding it back with subtle strands. And what of love in confined spaces obligatory to set bounds of will. Not Odd to feel for Schlick or Prick but themselves alone sometimes lonely. Odd does feel for Schlick a bit but nature takes its purse. And time will grasp Odd and Schlick and Prick but together/apart/corrupted they will be contained. Document 1 Section: Fade to Black Part: B Title: Blister In overcoat and underpants and other less romanticised garments sits Prick, on the edge of the artificial water. In his and hers business suits without the man the prize forsakes. The manipulated stream cascades slowly on grey cut sculpture. And on the border Prick does see pence of people just with heads. Brown and rusted in silver trusted pockets to be bled and pumped; to reach up/down for her position. Fountain folly turns red and stops flowing instead dripping from purple to death at/with on in the morning. Spunk's seductive ear isn't near the mark to Prck with which her emotions need tending. Document 1 Section: Mount Part: C Title: Star Crossed Out Lovers Sons of What unite. Jacob: Son of David. Schlick somewhere close to coincidence. Small boys considered men live inside a pre-pubescent moment. Clones of upbringing. Sons of Sam and Green Eggs and ham. But serially they are nothing but opposites. Jacob's sharp features and dulled mind. Dalliance, a friend by his side as he shares one honest moment, the first, with Schlick. Years will fail them and they will make space smaller. One endeared and endearing, the other the better half of a cold shower. Document 1 Section: Side Street Part: B Title: Product - - - - Rich Buyers regret on thought. The cusp of misunderstanding has Schlick at the well. Spittle streams carve on old young wrinkles. Quip is on the end of the line. Coils crack the missing fruits off the tree and rolling past the fence into O'Leary's. He garks tarnation at the lemon/melon. Quip holds. Schlick feels sta on the point of thought. The thought returns. Referenced. Receited. Invoiced. Incensed. Quip scrambles Sunday eggs. Fries conversation. Schlick figure eights his eyeline. Avoiding through search. The vision is of Quip buck down and Schlick throned by the spectacle. Pardon granted for unpleasantries served. Document 1 Section: Mount Part: B Title: Sagatistical Thought, but history gave what became of that. Suede wax coated underarms dripping in the sun. Slip sits her mind at test. The brunch of evening. The delight that one voice triggers all across the bathroom floor. Cynical Slip in the momentary mood for romance. Slip's casual love. Crassness in the simple things. Speech on the thimble of notation. Paddocks displace stars and they shine off wet concrete. And Slip finds slits to sink in. Slip finds the green in every move. Thursday, December 02, 2004
Document 1 Section: Fade To Black Part: A Title: Slipper Algorithm. Exhale. Body at the start of shutdown. Choices of lettuce. White Icebergs stained in poop. Pulp against the side cruelly causes little punctures. Inhale: The last: thought, snort, conclusion. Harph! None left. Body tickets torn. Karma points deleted. No more deeds but what is done to you. That last hint of dew, and the nostrils flair. The dark abyss of hair. Capsule of the Inca. The ink to rewrite future/history. The big bang/The last gasp. (Trepidation) Wednesday, December 01, 2004
Document 1 Section: Laryngeal Part: B Title: Carl - - - - Dog - - - - Sparkin' - - - - Spanner Schlick Son. Schlock Mum. Pop Pop. Prick Daughter. Innocuos takes a Sunday stroll through the hills. The vi of violation pops out from behind a tree. Bees with Bzzzz's die a death at the end of a blow pipe. Schlock and Prick are in the forrest for rest. Pop and Schlick trade ssss and zzzz. Document 1 Section: Laryngeal Part: A Title: Lethargy It is consumed through air and ear, scratch and sniff. Ground down into a fine powder. Snorted. Experimented with. Tested. Retrained. Used. Betrayed. Judged. Spat out. Sweated. Waxed. Peeled. Polished. Hardened in the Sun. Dried. Extracted. Proclaimed. Revisited. Decided. Awarded. Injected. Inflated. Patented. Ripped Off. Sold to the highest bidder. Cheapened. To become thuh. Document 1 Section: Heaven Part: B Title: Carcass If you ask to stop thinking enough, enough becomes your thought maximum. Under the fender of a car dead stopped on the grass lays the bricks of seed. Plopped from the sky by high and flow. Pop runs to kill car dead already to peep oozing brain from your main. Your head played solo drums with the interior, the curb the final finale. Pop and Schlock stand above your stone and turning to the hill see a mountian goat being attacked by the flock. Pinched nerves plauge their tear ducts, not emotions. Document 1 Section: Side Street Part: A Title: Calves They dubb thee the Amazon Super Highway. On me people die on one side and others live unaware on the other. Stretches of tarmac on bather bottoms as the kids cool of my hot spots with a burst water main. They frill in the afternoon sun until their fathers leave and their mothers come home. Singular families existing across the suburbs. Hood watch winking taking place in my private parts. Those who don't believe in God travel to get away from the place in which they were put. This high way of life. Document 1 Section: Heaven Part: A Title: Square Untitled Folds of skin between hip an chin tell me I'm a woman. A fuzz remains across my body, my place in time ensures a contextual treatment. I look down on multicoloured squares and grey boxes and black lines with white stripes. How did I remain before my remains became me? The warm air is toxic addictive. The fresh air is stale. And still the same squares just different shades. The green grey haze. Then, and then, a bright blue circular tear. Off-centre. In balance with the universe. Sloshed across the streets, in the gutters with my feet, tramping on the set stage. Document 1 Section: Mount Part: A Title: The Mostly Green Corrosive acid rain digs at the soil plain in the middle of the green green. Pop calls for Schlick from the shed and by drudging from east to west he builds a thrist for tea. Hanging his breath on the line outside he steps in with rubber boots and drinks his luke warm lemon water. And across the mostly green he looks to see scraps of parts for assembly; waiting, rusting, rotting in the ground to which they've been placed, and remained planted. |