meridiem

ante meridiem, amplitude modulated, on the amtracks tracked under rails to levitate on grease, our heavenly bodies of placed and served fluidity, as in the champagne against a traveling countryside where the listener is still in motion, and a cow yodders a mulch and a quick stare as it ponders its 3rd stomach for a bit of cheese for you to order.

voices mimick the elder for the choice to call their future son, womb and all, the carriage returned from the pumpkin and one of those glass slippers with a sock that you’d often find in the street if you were to perhaps wander the homeless center of the castro in the 1980s.

is was this particular summer of a winter day, or perhaps the onset to be staved at the in-between, just vapory cool enough from and with cool bodies to keep the fog juice alive in hung gently swinging in the air around and for those to desire it naught further, without interruption.

and so the dialog begins, as a box of choice, in HTML, where the radio is a single selector, of an irony of choice of choices, where the many are funneled to a singular at the whim of the programmatic computer operator.  click.  oh and he chose the coloring.

so the many minds are re-applied in radio color electrodes spun out of hearts thread to odulation and rememberance, and the forward triggering at those pre-NPL subsets which were meant to drive all the work and choice which is our free energy, perhaps finston, or perhaps furthering our cat experiment, where the radio activity is actual and in spectrum, while sometimes x-ray at night, when its bright enough to create still more platelet fragments of the danger kind and in kind, naught.

there was a field telephone.  it had to be cranked and it was a drag army and they dragged about with these telephone to fone the field commander to his tent, thick wire strung and hung about the barracks and places of placement for the front line, a little hut of the under the over the top - it was one particular of such an episode, on the television where said traveler watched from the literal past, towards the past, and in fact remembered from the near present, at a time just enough to type presently and create a passing of the kissery kind to the keys from philages and eyes to screened lingere naught frilly but with fine lines and the confusion of want, as is overheard from a window shopper at one of a victoria’s secret, where ladies hold their minds as a boy shops for his lady, and we all know full well that we want them all, or likely - could you just try this on, he asks the shopkeeper agast to the girl on his near to far arm.  oh well for that was understood.

memory deleted, is where the choice was chinese food at an instaneousness of flu, caused by said causal effect, or perhaps was the offset onset of the bodies of being the way one was and one was not - we found out, and naught blamed the food, for how could we.

so it turns out you can’t want to do the very extreme of the anything on a first go around, without that haunt of the continuation, you’re very apt a lucky to be simple and ask for a kiss or a smile and that is your want of the now, and not something like project star wars, where an elder professes a want to an entire side of a pentagon to sit and spin and spent for a generation, and based merely on a movie which was under $2.50 for the bulk of believers at and for the time.

when it hurts we stop and move forward, or further, move our backward backward, and this is our natural of natural, and thus.  pause.

this has been aqua q from a slitherly sidewall of the south esterly picture portion of an electrical ooze from within and without a spare glass to raise, yet shine on, spotty as cascaded memory bits are, henceworth errored, yet corrected. peace+love c 3 w