Behind an accident. Will be late. Don't leave I am coming. Sorry.

Probably 615.

So you and Sara M&M are in the diagram parade. I'm laughing because it is you and no one else. You are a reptile in there. Little pond I see you in, so genuinely, and all the coffee mugs bobbing up and down.

I love you I know because it makes me sad to see you stick out. Your nosegay in rows of fish.

More titles, more money,
Dawn

There are a few stingers here. which will fly around first. which will find an end that satisfies and qualifies the stinger. You have to keep a diary of failures for a number of reasons. This is the start of that I suppose. This is the start of my stinger, maybe growing one myself.

Day was done. All done
and there were no thoughts left
out there in its wake,
one of those.

abricots lead to darker
then, in kind
a pinkish yellow

Say no, Prunus.

precocious by its
setting in the calendar.

Leave out "cooking."

Just so.

We are forwarded
through
our reading
through
our time
and need to be.

All is happening before
its usual time.

The white duck looks at me.
Do you think of emphasis
as the answer to your problem?
Do you understand what
the white duck is saying?

Box of three people.

What mole, says the lost
woman. I don't have one.

The seven? The seven?

That's the order number.

I am given over.

I am inside a fluence.

But you aren't exactly fluent.
That's what.

No, there is a trailer of language
that's what I would call it.

Don't forget the language trailer
We promise to talk of its width.

Then we went crossing a figure
all exed up with itself.

More soon all over it.

Featured funny and the sounds
are well-known. I spoke
into a feature to understand
its properties. It didn't
work at first. I didn't work,
it should say. All ultimately dispensed.

The second box a source of complaint.
What does she want and where with all not one
word for ours, oh for enough
problems, for enough cleared
within my own response
which was still within my lethargy.

The book was full of walruses.
Little ones that were like
lap dogs
The characters held them
and turned them over
to look in their mouths
at the way things were.

In the white tent all the clutter
was of old bronze
not the ruddy bronze
they were when they were gifts
not since they were patented
as themselves
regarded with no light touch
the clutter proof
the fates had done
a resounding thing

GlitterPony:  Way of Way; The Acts of Henry James, or Refurbished Storytelling

String of Small Machines: Me Vaughan; Me Herrick; Me Drayton; Me Marvell; Me Sidney

Diagram:   Anticke Orthography of Carolina

Spell:   Circum Affairs

Parcel:   The Naming after the Letter

Indefinite Space:   The Granularity of the Procedures

Ab Ovo:   Wymblot

Eyeshot:   Novel Lists, Novel Ahs