10-09-2020, 11:36 PM
Vision Asleep
There's that dame at Dollar General, Is it possible to make this a drugstore or a country store: or how about a convenience store,
O and the one that works in the eye
department, little section, at the front of
a popular box department store,
she's a good one.
Sometimes wears glasses herself,
blonde, thin, young, pretty,
in skirt, heels, and lab coat.
A dream out of something postLovecraft. This reference immediately turns the entire direction, context and setting of this experiment.
An intern or university student in a movie.
University—what a word:
I have my eye on it.
The fishes swiggle out
like sperm to an egg.
The doors are opening, businesses are reopening.
(Once I went up to her and another woman and asked where they
kept the batteries in the store, just to have had me on her
mind—that once.) Doing market studies in various settings in order to understand the conduits and circuitry Where will they go? of the energy grid, since you can't get that kind of thing off the shelf, very
reasonable experiment
I cannot say that I'm a monster,
my nose is just the right size
to see beyond—
: What was her name? Well, it
doesn't matter. A pretty face makes a name.
Two eyes, yeah, back to that . . .
There's nothing exceptionally wrong with me.
I came out of a fumy stew of stars
as any of us.
I can ask a question to a girl in a lab coat.
As anyone, The appearance of these lines, from out of the chaos of the market is spare and almost
I walk the street in broad daylight. elegant.
I can see the sun, no matter how hard I look.
Makenzee; unnamed girl in the vision section at Walmart;
Matilda, Amber and the tattooed girl at the store,
and the blonde there with the nice bottom;
I want to tell you that I love you.—But I won't.
I wouldn't do that to you. Not yet.
There's that dame at Dollar General, Is it possible to make this a drugstore or a country store: or how about a convenience store,
O and the one that works in the eye
department, little section, at the front of
a popular box department store,
she's a good one.
Sometimes wears glasses herself,
blonde, thin, young, pretty,
in skirt, heels, and lab coat.
A dream out of something postLovecraft. This reference immediately turns the entire direction, context and setting of this experiment.
An intern or university student in a movie.
University—what a word:
I have my eye on it.
The fishes swiggle out
like sperm to an egg.
The doors are opening, businesses are reopening.
(Once I went up to her and another woman and asked where they
kept the batteries in the store, just to have had me on her
mind—that once.) Doing market studies in various settings in order to understand the conduits and circuitry Where will they go? of the energy grid, since you can't get that kind of thing off the shelf, very
reasonable experiment
I cannot say that I'm a monster,
my nose is just the right size
to see beyond—
: What was her name? Well, it
doesn't matter. A pretty face makes a name.
Two eyes, yeah, back to that . . .
There's nothing exceptionally wrong with me.
I came out of a fumy stew of stars
as any of us.
I can ask a question to a girl in a lab coat.
As anyone, The appearance of these lines, from out of the chaos of the market is spare and almost
I walk the street in broad daylight. elegant.
I can see the sun, no matter how hard I look.
Makenzee; unnamed girl in the vision section at Walmart;
Matilda, Amber and the tattooed girl at the store,
and the blonde there with the nice bottom;
I want to tell you that I love you.—But I won't.
I wouldn't do that to you. Not yet.
plutocratic polyphonous pandering