eternal z?

hey z, i read in the sunshine news that you had been born into the eternal life. is this true?

the outside

she had a remarkably compact emotional range
and an orange cat
he had a breakfast personality
and never turned
on a dime
away
the corner
the other cheek
back old man
a trick
and ran
oh yes he did he did he did
he turned and ran

but she still had a glove box 
where she kept the crumple tissue
and mapped out rivulet gully puddle wash

clean
slate
rain
date
reign
date

get
out

get
out

man and beast poet

landmine bemine won't you
who was that?
the kitchen dialogue
the dark hair below
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azzzzzzzzz lopppppr

-said the cat

land mine

still looking for meaning
bared soul = bored soul

бе ми
be mine
B my land
бэ  mi

I Tourist

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tourIst in a warZone
two wrist in a calzone

dead penny day sadness

zozUUUUU
zoooooooom
zOtl

the once yearly blue-green peasoup hello

 hello
uh
 hello
uh
 hello
uh
uh
sabretoothing much these days?

interesting how the unpossible becomes the undoing
the crack in the cake
the icing in the maggot

i was the working title

who did you think i was?
please protect my hands you begged
take the cover and smash it into the brick
hush
there's a world i can't be party to
dark marbled pounds of black and white
eighty eight, i believe
don't trust my forehead but trust my snakeskin eyes
i cave
you cave
he caves and she caves too
we all cave cardboard living
and box the misty moot points about the wife


move on
move in
pick the dust off the album cover and croon the old tunes

alternate eyeteeth

cusps and bifocals

sap

stability

i was off doing stuff and being really normal in the last few years. was remarkable in its dullness. not that i wish misery on anyone but there are brief moments of creative angst that get art done that i missed. how's that for fucked up.
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e.g. scooters, holidays, autumn

mmm...holidays
no. wait wait wait...scooters

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

looking for one wee z0t ill
where might you be sha doo be
home? soon
the rooves look pretty in a european way

morris code

the wildness comes in dottydash waves

hits the door
seeps through the keyhole
looks about
waits
then leaves to get a cup of tea at the station

because out is the only way out

.

i am back

she had forgotten her fingerprints
while selling her soul to corn niblets

monetise?

what the fuck?
i have not been here in a while. strange tab crap here.

particle bored q

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there wasa domestic
soo i side inthe aisle
i'll nonaynever know
sono no no no no NO
moose trifectaround
smite parking decks
beef and dung today
death quiz foundling
punched up slavery i
machinated
sophisticate
particul(art
matter does it matter
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