freestyle in writing
freewritten
1st one
no direction. correction, no eyes no mind. Pie behind my face fried lace lice lined thrice by thrice in my mind, resurrection. Wind up toys find'em unemployed, destroyed but yet functioning ungluing detracting but yet interacting, persistent robots with glass in their eyes hot slashes in tongues gone numb with glum. Masses of masses of passes overhead in the fields: gases bleed teal radioactive steel burning our meals lukewarm. butter from the utter of the sacred cow mother, whether does she moo, no. acrid acid simmers above her, below her, it tows her hooves, wooffs near cascading cogs lady jay frogs laying jadily jade logs that spin and turn freely in no direction, correction, no eyes no mind, no pie behind my face, fried lace...
2nd
sights unseen unheard fear the bird, 'a dirty word' light dreams at night seem meaner than in the light dreams smoke out of our eyes in guise in haze, in blinding days of grace, Mother Mary jumped off my roof with an 'ooff' her brother larry, god love'm, is a plumber, a lover, and the rest, but I jest, a test to bless you above the rest of the eels, squeeling squeels of enlightenment, not from forgoing feasts on the far East's mats, but by getting fat and fatter on fast food served with crowned hats twirled high up the girl flies yup she's by gravity, floating in the cold cavity of the universe, The lords of your teaching weeping, sweeping the floor with the lore of yesterday, listen as people pray, listen to their synpases snapping, baffling really, even with our feelies peeling back her skull. How dull, and drear, lives of fear, knives of mirrors how clear the pull of love is. Words cut the thought roughly, splitting bubblies as they boil from our royally boiling beheads buzzing lovers loving with the frenzy of the end of the world A whispered rhythm 'flummoxing' chism chime rosemary the rest. The fair is the best I can attest but Mary is less rosy and more cozy in her casket, blasted into the cold cavity outside gravity's hold.
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feline free minds behind enemy lines drawn pawns caught at dawn, cauterized arteries bulging eyes light up soldiering irons fly on the spy's so gone he's a fly on the horizon hitting notes with his hips, his hopes, using morse code to broach his abode. Norse's know the holy cow, how it licks and licks and unsticks like a plunger fitting a bowl with burning green coals like emeralds for a general, a genius a germ, squirm inside your permanent mind, die in time in time, in tempo mementos are fresh, like lime alive at night when you hear a knock on the door, thrive at five then too, near, a cop on tour: "On the floor, all y'all, on the floor" in his southern drawl. A tall tale he is, a giant whale of a lie, this guy spying while we fry our minds. A tall tale. Well, go to hell.
1st one
no direction. correction, no eyes no mind. Pie behind my face fried lace lice lined thrice by thrice in my mind, resurrection. Wind up toys find'em unemployed, destroyed but yet functioning ungluing detracting but yet interacting, persistent robots with glass in their eyes hot slashes in tongues gone numb with glum. Masses of masses of passes overhead in the fields: gases bleed teal radioactive steel burning our meals lukewarm. butter from the utter of the sacred cow mother, whether does she moo, no. acrid acid simmers above her, below her, it tows her hooves, wooffs near cascading cogs lady jay frogs laying jadily jade logs that spin and turn freely in no direction, correction, no eyes no mind, no pie behind my face, fried lace...
2nd
sights unseen unheard fear the bird, 'a dirty word' light dreams at night seem meaner than in the light dreams smoke out of our eyes in guise in haze, in blinding days of grace, Mother Mary jumped off my roof with an 'ooff' her brother larry, god love'm, is a plumber, a lover, and the rest, but I jest, a test to bless you above the rest of the eels, squeeling squeels of enlightenment, not from forgoing feasts on the far East's mats, but by getting fat and fatter on fast food served with crowned hats twirled high up the girl flies yup she's by gravity, floating in the cold cavity of the universe, The lords of your teaching weeping, sweeping the floor with the lore of yesterday, listen as people pray, listen to their synpases snapping, baffling really, even with our feelies peeling back her skull. How dull, and drear, lives of fear, knives of mirrors how clear the pull of love is. Words cut the thought roughly, splitting bubblies as they boil from our royally boiling beheads buzzing lovers loving with the frenzy of the end of the world A whispered rhythm 'flummoxing' chism chime rosemary the rest. The fair is the best I can attest but Mary is less rosy and more cozy in her casket, blasted into the cold cavity outside gravity's hold.
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feline free minds behind enemy lines drawn pawns caught at dawn, cauterized arteries bulging eyes light up soldiering irons fly on the spy's so gone he's a fly on the horizon hitting notes with his hips, his hopes, using morse code to broach his abode. Norse's know the holy cow, how it licks and licks and unsticks like a plunger fitting a bowl with burning green coals like emeralds for a general, a genius a germ, squirm inside your permanent mind, die in time in time, in tempo mementos are fresh, like lime alive at night when you hear a knock on the door, thrive at five then too, near, a cop on tour: "On the floor, all y'all, on the floor" in his southern drawl. A tall tale he is, a giant whale of a lie, this guy spying while we fry our minds. A tall tale. Well, go to hell.
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