forgotten vow never to return (tattoo)

even i am now fed up. ha,  just kidding.

give life to the seed and be reborn with the seed

god i hate this place, disgusting (pressing the trigger with my stomach on god and gust) then i look at copp, joy at Every Thing, All weather Copp, and my heart springs backflips.

hidden plain

i wouldn't call it a quandry, but

i'm afraid this kind of capitalism is the kind of cancer that no one gets over.

if it weren't for politics and sucking the life out of us with the petro-kings obomba would be ok, i mean if he'd just had the hubris of a lying author and been content with ill-gotten paper royalties.

if u dint no yer fatha kin u stil turn in2 hymn?

if we can just stop thinking and dreaming about goodness we will reach equilibrium with the slave market

is there really no hope for us, only change, spare change?

keen snowstorm of gulls

kind of cyanical

let's get down. to what we came here for. what did we come here for?

 love walks on water

mysterious floating caskets

nonmembers only

put the snowden files in the community garden book nook

so i look at copp again and i say what the hell it's Crazy and i yell Crazy and dance like a crazyman on the blizzardy beach with the whack raucous gulls spinning and copp does the Crazy dance too, ecstatic that i finally get it. 

some rays pass right through

sexy throaty rumble

the part of unknowing is growing. it's absurd. how much i think of you.

paroxysms of joy

then we begin home and i'm smiling with all my skinny muscles

there are endings but no end

this character in lorrie moore's bark has a tattoo, Decatur, to remind herself never to return. ridiculous, i lived there. anybody with a lick of sense needs no reminder. i guess that's why it's funny. however, aside from bits like that lorrie moore tries too hard to be eccentric.

for i've been, this way before, and i'm sure, to be this way, again, one more time, again.

what i'm truly sorry for is This. and being so volatile at times.

nice woman dangles her balls for Copp. smiles on all, years ago we recall Copp taking liberties with her dangling balls and laughter. now he is more deferential. as it happens he has his own ball.

an evil gog hath programmed us. that's rediculous, there's no such thing as gog.

casa del playa.

casa sur la playa de las estrellas abandonadas.

endless winter suite

end loss winter

winter end

enter wind, winter end, now is the winter of our discontent, made endless.