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Yumming it up

In the City of Life

You know what came before. Yumming it up. Yumming it up on the river of life. River flows on down. Flood your love on down. River flows on down the light. flood light into the dark night. What was before now gives no fright. Yumming it up. on the river of life.

But the middle of the day? No. You are working. I'm laying down all of this emotional tile, right in the ruddy grudged over entryway to the temple of being a reasonable friend of yours. And what do I accomplish? I drive you away from me, back out off into the wildernesses of Midnight Boston, and it makes me really afraid that I'm going to die a lonely man with no friends or family that cares about me at all. So I have to realize that. This is therapy. I'm not really going to email this to you, I'm writing a note to myself.

Less coffee is a good idea.

If you can't answer honestly

then at least be sincere in your reasoning.

Forms were used by the artist to model his great work and then discarded.

May 28, 2013 (5-28-2013)

well . . .

I think I've blogged enough today.

content goes stale and making it spin just makes it suck even more if it really does suck. If the content is anygood unless the spining has some function it might become quickly tiring.

~ OK Now.

Banish Nonsense was his scree. I'd have to delete this whole website!

There are new features here that are annoying at times but fun in some ways. This page is best viewed with firefox. Chrome doesn't seem to pick up all the rocking. This is very cool: angle spin gauge or John Barents Carousel. Because this page is rocking. Rocking rocking rocking. What it is, he said, what it is. The problem is, what it is. Span Rocker.Paper Sizes. envelope sizes. Look at this sample page and have some fun with it.

Are you back at the Glass Factory?
 
I worry about you so I gotta
 stop because if you put yourself
     on a traintrack
   going for a terror ride
  down the horrer mountainside
          and fall off
      hoping someone is there
           to catch ya I
      won't know when
     that the call is not
            returned, intermittent
      friend I'll be ruined with
          loss and thinking
      I
        did something wrong
  when I didn't though
      I know I got somethings wrong.

      So I give you back a lot
 and you go and drink it up.
        And from what that I have noticed 
     there is always something in your cup
      yumming it up
      on a reckless ride
     which makes many of us
           horrified
    but we have to take it
         in stride
       hope that love
               will abide.
         swollow our pride.

  
what  stops the wind
 relentless in its blowing
     prying into everythind
       hoping for a repreve, to rescend.

      But they gotta know all the secrets,
  every pretty place to pave it over
         in disgrace.

     relentless, the wind
        blowing into every bedroom, every
  house blown down,
      people thrown around
             collateral?
      side spill?
 
  Praise God!
  








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