The antique mechanism
of the old clock had stopped.
The winding should have been
enough -- and yet, though the
pendulum swung back in forth
in perfect rhythm, no comforting
clicks emanated, as was usual,
the reassuring pulse of a consistent
heartbeat, regulator of a healthy
household.
The big hand had paused, 2 minutes
of. I thought, was this an angel, come
to my aid, or a devil, seething more
terror, personifying the foul deed
about to fully unfold? She would be
here, at nine. No doubt, her obsession
with punctuality. 2 minutes till, the
fiend had bound me to a chair. Assembled
the deadly charge, painstakingly attached to the
clock. Gagged as well I had no way of warning her.
2 minutes till...no, 1:58, 1:57, the clock's
now deadly hand had begun to again
advance. I heard her key in the door.
One minute to detonation. The door squeaked
on neglected hinges. "Cut! All right, 10 minute
break" the directed informed us, after shooting
for 4 hours non-stop.
Is it enough, the constant
Abuse of words homeward
On all mind and attackers if better
The worthing of my sleepy eyelids
Shantee dwelled eyelids
Of humans assembled against that I alone
Creating terror in silence
Witness criminology from affronted dishonor
Boundary as military parallel and in stilled eye single remorse I'll not review in news
Years begat war none speak of the front lines
All will myself lonely into the trench
As yesterday you will wake up tomorrow forgotten of being past the freedom of a single vote, literally, in time
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Confirmation
Market Economics
In short
To main street beside the hour
What hour is California obstruction bill arrival?
Poor legislature end time?
Haven't recalled assembly from governor newsom of California
Currently assembled in fraud
Lien upon Senate in time?
Lien upon Senate in time?
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Treasury department in outside hall
Treasury department in outside hall
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nyse #nasdaq
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Free forms in movement
Dept of transit
Overhauled movement of poor life during isolation
Isolation instructions still in assembled bills as job requirements
Obstructions are final. Finite mathematics stills speech and range of motion
Counter intuitive approach to data modeled in hmis privacy act census
I'm a normal function inside of integral limit with derivative market extortion
On vista bus from Ventura government building towards thousand oaks the absence of New York life is laws
If = x
If I cannot
X can
Poor man's publishing Company
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In just model of stagnated growth " x "
Project development
Metal layer sub atomic gold graph
Nano scale deposition
Water tinsel expansion variant marble?
Confluence as designed
Trade secrets
A noaa and or logic assembled other data com
Separation of military photon from NASA and civil rights leaders ant hills
Per capital inclining
Laws over user
Response in violation
I'ma violation of code?
Next sentence no jury
Immediately I lost control
Living is leaving without doors
Pre eminent domain the framers
Constitution
An earth in form
Assembled infantry
Order duty
Follow document
Intercept
Floored
Rent a right
Ambition dollar
Our articulate article
Misses print
Who sided with before, controversial
Higher orders, adjunct military professor of law
Stilled the fix of formatted text
The preferential abandon as treatment
Treat men
War with a battlefield of dying poor
My published records of ink in light
Stopped by outsiders having wishes of rewrite French crime
Penny contorts interest
Depriving satisfaction
Kreb a bus
Now undefine the cost of that writers right
In this absence if article documenting times
How is one literal
Forest dreams as tender as a whisper
soft spoken wishes in the penumbra of night
Divinely assembled beneath a scried heaven
we live, we breathe, we follow...
The evening plants begin to respire
and the trees close up for the evening retreat.
We sit and meditate while the dusk settles in,
the candles burn surrounding us with light !
Woodland scents permeate the humid air
black orchid with notes of black truffle,
patchouli, and vanilla, rum-soaked in black.
We are never lost when we find ourselves
centered as a Buddha in the thick of light
Tibetan flutes and magical newts by the lake
each breath we take is an intake of peace
we are semi-aquatic beings in the wildlife
Forest reveries as vivid as lucid dreams of old
we stay green and pend, until we turn to gold.
Settling into a meadow brought about mellow flows of green and yellow assembled by memories they float freely on the breeze glimmering clearly off the trees lay reflections of memories like frailed Braille burnt on my mind my life looks back ancestral eyes look down on me through me and within me the realization of life before here and after here becomes crystal clear the land changes without fear the veil that once covered my eyes filling my life with lies has been removed so I set forth on this new land no longer tasseled by the lies distributed by media's eyes I am free to be
BRAQUE
cubist
creations
ROUSSEAU
variagated
vegetatioj
SCHWITTERS
assembled
artefacts
TWINKU a double word distich with integral title
she's a reprimand
in sight
british in american
no flights
the runaway holds the mold
speaking of witches
exploiting the no
turnaround and shes her ugly
misplace vowel in assembled
stance to task
her brothers blanketing his stash
demoralized and torn
its already early and she'd never show
speaking in my houses
blue horn irish muse
want of den's forgotten
harlot attempts the dew
wasted station of armies
stagnant collars and door
left handed chalks
whites hurdles will roar
To whoever may be listening:
At exactly 6:33am today government radar detected twenty-seven incoming nuclear warheads from Eurasia and Eastasia. As a result, Oceana has deployed all existing nuclear weapons to both continents in retaliation. This fake war has suddenly become all too real. My friends and colleagues, the end of all things is upon us. There are rumors suggesting our inner party members quickly assembled inside the Ministry of Truth and committed mass suicide. We have no leaders to guide us, no savior to rescue us. It is now 7:02 and for the first time in my life I feel something other than fear - resignation. INGSOC is dead, and in a few short moments we will join Big Brother as well as millions of innocent proletariats in the bleak realm of everlasting oblivion. May whatever god that exists have mercy on our souls. We are the dead. Perhaps we never existed at all.
Time's up.
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One year later
Deep in the African jungle on a continent once thought devoid of human life, two small children emerge from a cave and enter into the light. The boy's name is Adam. Neither had ever heard of Big Brother...
This very year..And today' begins a leaching away '
Malign intent has began; a framing' quyeer karma
Will soon be naming.' A raft of dis-reason assembled
Most vainly' for we all saw him plainly.' He claimed to
Humanity.' Free speech was not a novelty.' We have
Had it for many years.' So now it apoears really *****'
That such un-truth was mouthed.' And right in mr Trumps
Right ear.' And right to his face in fact.' I find it most hard to hack!
That there exists an audacity.! To spew such an illitracy?
How much aversion to reality.? Can be tolerable? I fail to see!
That such a man? Should have world status.' Or be? Leader
Of Brittania the scepterd isles, we see..' origin deep; the very
Cauldron of world judicarys.' The seat of much stability.' Allowed to wrap
Chains of false values and claims based in banal iniquity.' To drag
Such a nation down, and almost to its knees.!
We’re just being ourselves
We’re not presenting ourselves
on a plate, commodifying ourselves.
We’re refined and pared-back—plain
but with an intriguing complexity.
We’re simple and indestructible,
our diasporic styles, assembled in a frenzy
by spontaneous instinct, need no audience.
You’ll find us in the coffee shops, the libraries
streaming and scrollin’ to unheard, noise-cancelled, beats
or in the bars kickin’—let the music play—I can’t talk much about it.
We’re not overly thought-out, sure, we ruminate, but then we’re
automatic rather than laboured, creative without overthinking.
We’re emotional and immediate, but clearly avoiding
slightly scurrilous condom entanglements—yeah
—there are reasons. true, true, true, true true.
.
.
Songs for this:
Let the Music Play by Papik & Sarah Jane Morris
Soda Pop Confusion by Variety Lab & Kidsaredead
Ah fabulous time
we share together
great conversation
Incredible weather
ah tremendous crowd
we've
assembled here
Step right up
it's ah night for romancing
everyone has a date
no second glancing
It s to complicated to
keep a clear image in mind
I stress over the details
and feel like giving in
It started the piece with a swingy-cool climat in mind
then it made it difficult
to groove and talk
it is sorted into secd leaves an odd feeling
sing my song to this tune
and you'll get the way I am feeling
we need to know whats going on
so we sent him
to befreind you
an expression of
a collective conscienness
but I love the fact that it keeos
us together
an unorgettable impression
your performance
your performance
opposition to which is
considered traditional
victory against the oods
this one is little known
and unrecognizable
it makes little sense
cantata: Cantata, theey'll bless hymn that singest
canta: cantata
ooh ah ooh!
This year, you walked into my life,
Brought me music and sunshine,
Triggered my brain's artistic side.
I loved all those time we were together,
Messaged one another via Conversation Apps,
Carried out the "Put lipstick on the pig" projects.
Repaired the rear boundary fence,
Assembled the coffee table,
Went shopping and preparing food,
Shared simple healthy meals of veggies and fruits
Listened to music and watched videos.
It was my pleasure to share with you,
My daily music adventures stories,
Traveled from MCC, MC to MUni,
The heavy weight on my shoulders,
Carried those fruits of your favor,
Delivery to you at the front door,
Patiently waited till your second home closed,
How happy I was to see you,
The moment you washed and munched those fruits.
Now, all that lives only in my memories.
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