Simple Theories

The Words Have the Same Stain

2012-03-15T07:46:00.001-04:00

After a long death, my father came home. The holes in my head healed, after a long death.

After a long death, mother wrote home. We were all there, so far as we knew, after a long death.

After a long death, Republicans broke even. They even spoke of trees, a fete of long death.

After a long death, I had brothers. This was systematically filled with nerve endings, after a long death.

After a precinct of long deaths, we saw what Rick saw. Sentimental racism, florets of rebuke.

Preramble

2012-03-03T09:55:00.001-05:00

The importantlanguage stutters to close. The mountain of it tall tires patience, like foam on seawater. A battlebegins, even as Europe disappears. No one complains. England will returntopastures, graying evenings, the wedding of light to rocks and trees. George Mallory will climb foreverin the decent light of snow. Everesthas been a town for ages, with little people next to it. Fury resighns to patience, returning eagles to conundrum, alerting branches to the rivalry of foliage. We take oddnotions to the tops of things.

Sign This When You Have a Minute

2012-02-26T18:26:00.001-05:00

I wonder if lovely Angelina Jolie will see the Republican paint on the wall, mused the noon Newt Gingrich. In terra cotta piano tones, the most important least thing speaks. Begraddled and begraggled till stiff with symptoms fallen from the alien ship. I wish you love in the opaque range, said Angelina under where she stood. The Gingrich of night and day stung fast the Rick Sanctorum. Only aliens understand the animal need, thunk Gingrich it’s a point. The ship lands in colour, on the farm that Newt ate, in the tobacco fields of emblems, shy for the firstest time. We have national safety pockets, allowed the Gingrich. His Mitt pants with Mormon pants. Sucking sounds are usual around the Sanctorum net. Sucks a lot the only air of any average coast to coast, asserts the Fox Noose Network. The highest promulgation bores me, foundering father Gingrich note in text. And now you have to realize Angelina, stopping next to Pitt, on the red parkway towards the Academy paint. All these usual sense of tepid parties parts the waifs and freedom lies, ahead. An ease infection of freely fracting pets the dominant Gingrich if the Republican stand. We the undersigned oversign. __________ __________ __________

Disproportionate Numbers

2011-12-11T21:23:00.001-05:00

1. Filter product description to your impact lodge. 2. Explain the quavering within the document. 3. As sun rises with rough honking, reflect upon the managed money there, in the extent of a preening horizon factor. 4. Plan on desperate snarling that will have a fancy flower requiem, with profits up. 5. Since the impact lodge has become driven, deliver fret to homage. 6. Tax questions realize umbrage so start your tactic. 7. Defenestrate any TV schedule that cools in the morning for later divination. 8. Trim union while explaining the benefits of loss practices at flex time ratio. Each time a sentence ends, an angel rings a bell.

Probably So

2011-12-03T12:29:00.001-05:00

“He’s

throwing his bullet wounds at us,”

said George Harrison. Could

you do the same, Absolute Reader?

Turning verbs to use nouns in the picture, and the end zone falters with completion. The idea in life makes a great prop. Charity cannot exist, but new Red Sox manager Bobby Valentine period. We must discuss the efforts of those counted for more than one. And

God said, “I will provide a train station.”

The World Map

2011-11-26T09:48:00.001-05:00


To the North, people
	Who worship dishwashers;
To the South, people
	Who eat earrings and spatulas;
To the East, people descended
	From ornamental cabbage;
To the West, the
	Vast ocean: spittle
	From a past age

Adam Sandler Has Totally Lost It. Okay?

2011-11-14T18:05:00.001-05:00

The greatest popular person in the world died today. Repeat: this person was young, with exceptionally pleasant features forced of radial tires.

Each star in the empyrean sighed for lack of this locus of popularity. Humdrum took on new meaning, but meaning did not.

Meaning is a wave of popularity toward the sigh of exceptional stars. These stars are good-looking reminders of all that is possible, tho distant from any address. Tears flowed to the heart of the Milky Way, because the popular person stood tall and well-dressed, like sentimental eagles drinking Bud Light while evoking timeless mythic pediments.

The greatest of popular signs grew milky with waves of stars over easy oceans of just plain folk stalking the best. We remain ardent, tho the popular person can no longer contribute. We have to look in magazines again, for the source and severing. Levers used for leverage feel average.

Again the popular trout, the popular doorknob, the popular brand of sweetened, flavoured, frozen water, again they all combine in the tall and timeless person who died popular. I like in Penn State forever, said Joe Paterno, underlined carefully.

Effectively, I Write the Next Thing

2011-11-05T00:00:00.001-04:00

I have no time for tractors, says the melting ice of persona. Pansies insist on springtime, but time marches with elephants. There, an elephant full of referent. The quality of articles of confederation seizes one (singularly). What is a constitution, by the way, any way? Asserted some colour beyond the aroma pouf noise? Magna Carats contain many words. Children signify advance, despite how stupid they are. Children of King John laid a trap, and the clinging advanced into greatness as brother Richard swept the field of stray life. He bought a mobile home. It was called capture. It rolled into a future full of crab cakes. Crab cakes = starfish: invasion-prone.

Are you a telephone anymore, royal exertion?

The next paragraph becomes a stanza, and writing says poetry. You who read must die, trying.

Occupy Provincetown, The End of Massachusetts

2011-10-16T17:36:00.001-04:00

A prompting tower in the distance, remembers the sea. The sea itself, itself. Braveheart, in the classic visible zone, savours the moment, applied to swaying. Pilgrim Monument, swaying moment. The wind above the sand of Cape Cod invents a town called Provincetown. Angry Scots sever English heads free. Pilgrims stop a moment, deciding to begin. Pilgrims require artifice, obviously. Sentences require verb. Verbs without nouns stop short of a picture. Remember that the tower in Provincetown stands as high as you thought. It stands on a hill, add that figure. It requires memory to see the tower; monuments live outside. Time is a function demonstrating the passage of time. We never stop, even when Braveheart cries freedom, or dead Englishman. Ben Franklin killed George III, it was not pretty. He cried freedom, pretty, but avail. Time has frozen in the time taken to say FREEDOM. People await. A sentence begins with a capital letter. The world begins anew. Provincetown begins with Braveheart slaying tyranny. You remember the rhythm of saying so. You occupied your mind, again.

Respect the Owners

2011-10-07T05:48:00.001-04:00

In the past, a future existed. Its terms firmed around old things. New things brought taste. Taste steers ships. Ships even out, making news when they are terrific. These status reports prepare us for intervals of success. Death makes a nice boundary, after which bookstand information blends into a bison that influences the past. Finally a bison on a hillside, or the rumble of many. This advantage of need, it curves the world to self-satisfied distinction.

The Practical Citadel, Please Come See Me

2011-10-07T05:47:00.001-04:00

True Thomas the Rhymer, amidst violin plea, feels the time. Edges belong to interest. Steve Jobs in life writ letters of commerce, in cattle runs of categories. We were well suited, no kidding. We read the vindication. They saw neither sun nor moon, but heard the roaring of the sea. Violin is a playground. Do you see yon narrow narrow road, the road to righteousness? We’ve been Palin in the field. The carnal equivalent to righteousness is ______: words, factions, barter, stemming from. Come along with me, general attitude, field days as spells of vibrancy within the logic of a growing concern. The dead in Afghanistan sustain the truth of being dead. Class function data base.

King John Made England and Ireland

2011-10-04T07:01:00.001-04:00

It was a time to delapidate. Rental of fobs had plummeted. Official tweaking began in the night, when readers of Wordsworth were relishing the final stanza. Page 703, they found, included more than could have been expected.

This vice grip, then, promulgates a new Wall Street. It had to, we were ready to party. Experts in reality shows have seen an uptrend in diligent self-reference, added to a nearness to crowds. People do not talk so much about orangeade now, as if change we always good.

Extra fobs were discovered in strange places, and this economic godsend helped implement a resurgence of wide suspenders. The striped tie, too, saw expansion to new markets, such as trees. Trees have always been big in suspense, and it is fun to see the transience of their endless lives.

Page 704 of this Wordsworth collection predicted settlement of an unnatural colour. Hunger remains its own species. The drama of delineating the last appeal while underlining the best potshots in the Constitution seems to expand with the dynamic colours of fall. Recovery will equip us all with patents and credulousness.

Wordsworth saw the French Revolution as a single startled colour, then insisted grey majesty. Can you blame him. We try to explain to a rock, it doesn't happen.

It Wasn’t Your Choice

2011-10-04T06:26:00.001-04:00

The running sky poised history on a drop of rain. This infinite particle prompted a delicate kernel of corn to receive, thru lofting visions. Autumn in New England includes corn, pumpkins, apples, and craning. Skateboards make assuring noise as sunlight crowds the vagaries. Time vanishes. John Adams listens to Abigail, in a time whirl scattering dicta. Days become more days, and the Constitution is writ. We wondered what the meaning of the day could be, when Federalist met the local domain. Nobody dried as the rain began to fall. Empathy sorts the people. Will we curve in the history of some flat practical land, or will we satisfy desperate ignorance with a trace of prominence? The scud of clouds includes a moving time. Look at the film. Children have been lost, frittered to resistance. This seems like Monday. A balcony promotes a king, but look. The tea party blamed the workers slyly. You know where your government leaks. Sputter language, when you can. It seems less than likely that a beer will follow the opening of words. People rent their time to off chance and askance. Do you remember that the Boston Massacre advertised? Do you remember that football includes time? Do you remember the bus tolling its variety by acceleration? This is the palace of ridiculous. Its force delegates frenzy to the sad solon panzer. Rommel died dead because we love Hitler thru till. It was too much to make poetry, again.

Mein Kampf is Bigger than Yours

2011-09-14T20:10:00.001-04:00

The doctor rounded the corner, saw a patient. This is my lucky day, said the doctor. America is light with fulcrums and remedially reading. Ducks call off the attack while swans swing to the rhythm of the water upon which they float. Today is a desperate practicum, said one doctor, with the appropriate dictionary reference highlighted. The others agreed. We write a tendency, said the lead doctor. Other doctors joined in, temperately contained and radiating from certain facts. If this were my government, mused one doctor, and left the comment unfinished. A sudden call from Insurance Company, night time again,

Question Air

2011-09-10T00:32:00.001-04:00

This world war you were talking about, did it really contain Nazis? Were feet bigger then, stepping into the stadium and stressing abstruse mental regimen for the people rather than perfectly obvious? Were Nazis ecstatic as they rounded the corner into Poland? Were the woods alive with the glamourous meeting of Russian and German Armies? When the colourful line on the map declaring partition of Vietnam became a real wall and exclusion, did we just dream the interplay of political entities?Was President Johnson ascendant at any time? Did the clouds over the popular vote entail each voter? Were lives like ours possible then? Can we live our lives now? Was resistance the same laughing matter as Sarah Palin? Can we consult someone in authority. Who is so colourful as to ignore autumn? What's the meaning of meaning, when we are looking at maps?Are the people the people? Can we share the same planet? Have we authority? Is the ground cold as death? Was the napalm an excuse for a deflowered state of mind? What chant includes our articles of confederation?

The wind is in the words in the trees.

Crazy Train Incorporated

2011-09-04T11:54:00.001-04:00

The planet’s fight rolls like weather. When we see weather in the clouds, we loop into the fence of clouds itself. Lowell’s disappointment with class distinctions follows. Tournaments are for countless stories. Boys and girls collapse in those verbs affecting nouns.

Summer will end in a flash of Republicans in stern vest catching fire. This is a Youtube moment. The Kardashian Mysteries mean stonemasons have attached history to the horizon of Kimberly, Kourtney, and Khloe, at the price of agitation. Your fashion style awaits.

Summer will end and Ozzy Osborne will frag. The drummer becomes a passé campus.

Questions stick on actions. Deep Purple versus Pink Floyd: which one brings crusts of bread? I tell you in deep rasp that pittance means much to the pittance-less. Edmund Burke stands up to say, stand down. No wait, he was William Pitt, and he said, move sideways. He had no lead guitarist.

With Duane Allman, a real and dead lead guitarist, stunning makes. His was a 27 for years, a quick call, and then a day of Robert Johnson dying posts on weird walls. Days of electric trick us. Who has more agitation than electric anything? Wars of certainty complain of the people inside. We try to merge guitarists. Duane is the hemp smell and suddenly. Gone is an attitude.

Writing becomes a favour, with people in mind. Something extracts from ritual, like Cornwallis placing nay in one vital vote. Another Cornwallis, be becomes. He stretched from the original find a defeat of concept, with provocation ploughed under the urgent machine.

Kim sips orange juice while Khloe sips tea. Kourtney is the one who isn’t Kim or Khloe. Each sister has two eyeballs, and one sight. We’d like to lead you, stray, they say.

Homer Does Not Supply Our Only Version

2011-09-03T12:16:00.001-04:00

Soft fronds in the dire dirt, logging traces in the body. Soup passes misery for the school of aching. Politics slips posse into possession. Extended version of the same thing goes all directional. You heard the clip clop of hooves, pictured everything in the basic nothing. So did I. The guitarist on the stage relies on a mirror into which every spirited retort can be redounded. This is a specious sport. Activists have hardened. The neutral basis of caring surmounts intent. Those rats scurrying have their dinner to attend. Weeks and postures go by, serious in the din. When we leave this flood zone, we expect a better place. After midnight, we're gonna chug-a-lug and shout. In minutes, hours will go by, then days, then history itself into blank places formed by assertion. The body of the words is dead, but that does not make them any less said.

Simple History

2011-08-14T16:54:00.001-04:00

Called Crispus Attucks office on Sunday and was told by Edmund Burke that Sam Adams, beermaker and rabble rouser, and John Adams, Esq. and Sam Adams, beermaker and rabble rouser, would look at the tax problem and stains today.

Called today and spoke with Sam Adams, beermaker and rabble rouser, and John Adams, Esq. Edmund Burke said that someone would be over Tuesday. JOSEPH WARREN wanted to be sure that this was an inspection, and not just cosmetic cleaning. JOSEPH WARREN wants the rug lifted and inspected because we are all complaining of symptoms from tax problem. Sam Adams, beermaker and rabble rouser, and John Adams, Esq. was on a conference call. Later, she was gone.

Paul Revere received a call from Sam Adams, beermaker and rabble rouser, and John Adams, Esq. saying an inspection would happen tomorrow. It does not sound like they want to address the tax problem, just the rug stain.

A Devastating New Unthinkable Target

2011-08-14T16:52:00.001-04:00

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The last book by Dan Brown surfaced.

Not the last theory of broken integrity, just Dan Brown, with shoes in

His bag.

Hold onto that bag, Dan, now that you have written the book.

The century is new, full of books by Dan Brown.

He made a million words look like a book.

He is the essence of Tom Hanks.

The war may soon be over.

This is a novel by Dan Brown, with childish emphasis.

And then the sea rises because of Al Gore, and the facts remain insane.

This is where Dan.

We could not prove only that words come in packs, but that stories change

with listening.

Then the process accepts the poem as a sidecar in an immense factory of

visiting.

So Dan Brown grew up with exactly the right explanation.

And it came to a million words or so, who is counting, which could be captured,

Frame by frame.

And we are happy with the logistics of such spray, writing thru the day.

My friends are exceptional and go to lengths.

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Rowan includes a movie deal and 6 packs.

After a while the message is clear.

You type as fast as you think, trying to catch up with Dan Brown.

How crazy must that hominid be?

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The Initiatory Master Introduces Rock Crystals

2011-08-01T20:55:00.001-04:00

Arraignment of Steve Jobs,

Baking of Steve jobs,

Penciling in of stave jobs,

Boiling of Steve jobs,

Dotting of stave jobs,

Fulcrum of Steve jobs

Shaman at the Laundromat

2011-08-01T08:00:00.001-04:00

The exhaustive moment provides wobbly things. Blue skies were noted at certain times, with a green aura from trees of considerable standing. When it comes to detergent, any powder or thick liquid will do. The shaman grows tired with effort and embracing.

Earlier would be a shrub, proud in its distinct gravity of barrier or landscape placement. Eager as can be, with radiant sun effect causing photosynthetic response, shrub grows almost tall. Shaman can foretell rooftops, extreme clouds, and cleaning the lint filter. The shrub describes there.

Soap remains grand, with disparate smells. Socks ever test the journey. Plaid will surprise you.

Epileptic shaman rolls on Laundromat floor, howls for sky with diamonds. Like that, the sock of the moment transfigures. And we are serious

going to lengths about the middle of the road. Too many pieces of the puzzle fell to the floor. Rendered as exasperation then made into resolve, so the puzzle creates a dynamic time which becomes constancy for moments at a time.

Still, when the washer stops dramatically, the shaman’s perch always shakes. Moderate and careless drier continues to hum. Perception is in the eye of the percept, or when will likely stories remain the same?

Shaman with well-folded and springtime freshness.

Competition in Magical Performances

2011-08-01T07:59:00.001-04:00

Baudelaire sits on a rooftop and names a cloud Chantez. So organized, the brisk tonnage of water vapour performs a momentary interruption of quiet. Baudelaire shows his teeth, calls it a smile.

Rimbaud dumps recalcitrant letters in blue ink on whitish paper. His skill becomes a deadly verbal puttering among locus, colours, showdown, and strait. We laughed at inception, but then we stuttered.

Verlaine’s laughable mansard roof barely covers the locution. Can you be more specific or spoiled, Sir? Your tax rate is only special for a moment.

Everything French has been done.

Lorine Niedecker took hold of the boy. Torque. Celia was often Louis, Louis was Paul. Clouds as big as explaining doddered to an afternoon. The stagnant lake learns to burp.

Personal History

2011-07-31T13:46:00.001-04:00

Dear Ape in the Beginning,

I found the flower you spoke of. It sits in the kitchen like three paths into a busy forest. Each track remains bent by the last senator to give adman preference to the total askance. The senator’s version will remain “tickled”.

Before we could clean up the reverie, a fearsome wave of no chance bucked over the horizon. It left us politically coarse, with a bridge to callow. Congressional haircuts moved a-pace. The scene shifts as do the senators. Congressional reps fall for poison.

Were you planning to leave on a junket to hotspots early this morn or were you spotting the effort of sunrise nowadays? Moon sightings have been vague and unending. Blame the handicapped marsh. I have to know three things by midday, and the clock is running.

If you ever leave the beginning, could you give me a call. My number is a lot like 7, but I cannot slice the data further.

Meanwhile, I verge on greatness, tho with coffee stains on my papers. Everything otherwise looks proper for association. Please reply stat.

Best regards like awesome,

Allen

One Obvious Plea

2011-06-20T20:55:00.001-04:00

Jostled

Orc stutters with act of food group. Parsimonious human populace obliged to practice fetching. Orc bothers to submerge, brood in underwater, feed not eat, and then intelligent, almost. Human on land becomes a miser, in sunshine upon rightness. Half play of politics means a city that has a flattened surface. Degrees mean something in the heft of hierarchy, to the point that the point becomes invasive. Orc is killer, notably and in books, on the wide-ranging seas and farrago. Left to chance, a text becomes opinion where one lives. Human endeavour works for manufacture. Government works for stands upon which the sight of the later day can be seen by some. Orc holds breath, human does not.

Tenderly

Bach’s full throat, by which means plenty in the dilation, sorts thru hampers full of noting. Cares alive. No trace of organism resides in the expansion promulgated by a little bit banging ignition into beyond our minds. Something written down somehow becomes exacting. How does spaceship Orc retain its rights when harbouring Human cannot refrain from the still life of Glenn Beck? Cheers were made to flow backwards.

Discover

Every Republican is a hamster. As a reward for enjoying the cage, the cage treats the hamster like the swish of sweet fire in forest outposts known for iniquity. The Democrat, by way of margin, includes semi hemi demi quaver refrain, tiny towards the centre until filled with the same rebuke that rebuked water’s wetness. Fire claims fire as a natural range of fire. Thus and in stilted language, Republican argues Democrat in vice versa. Otherwise, friends, the chance might happen. Did one say every Democrat is a hamster, or a universe on its own grows long?

Partner

Baby Spice is 900 years old. She is crusades in and of herself. Scary Spice growls terrible stockyards, and your church called. Ginger Spice documents clerical errors with clandestine ripening, and/or gossip. Sporty Spice simply debriefs. Posh Spice is exactly what’s left, reducing Sarah Palin Spice to elbows, John Kerry Spice to blanched green beans, and both retain armament till the end of the Afghan war. Just kidding, Human Spice, we will never part.

The Poem Became So Popular and He Became So Close

2011-06-12T21:29:00.001-04:00

Sometimes, in plain English. warloads with throats cut nicely. The lead dragon ship worshipped the appropriate blood. Then, positron factions of Afghanistan stood on tom toms and danced cadence to blow up. Ambitious!

Forces want to blow up. In this sentence, Oasis appears as a provocation of that day when the beginning of an endless song ridiculed the option of MTV. We were rivals of animate,

In the late aptitude, guns flying thru forests of rebate (tax sitch); made belligerents seize a faulty tour bus. Memories were fazed.

Justice stuck caulked diodes to rummy tour guides. Fustian replied to Sarah Palin with envelopes. We soon were soup.

Nonce words create a carpet on which plopping sounds could be recorded. This was a distant planet, crusty like the Palin brain. It could have been us.

English returned to normal, with carriages churning out more duped amazement. We have been brunt for years of tired immigrants.

Chalk makes dust on the board, chalk equals words. The words remodel the expressive Palin. Dimes are just as cheap.