Heavy, with blue jets. Crinkling, EZ. All this lack of argument: how not to build up a center, just to have a congested urban area to call home. One way of hiking is to stake claims to the land as it passes : investment. Other strategies call for kissing. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call this the plane on the tarmac, ready for refueling, unless its the hose in the technician's hands, hard w/ oil.

What I wake up to as tight loosens with repeated exertions in that direction, or about it, a form of greeting, or acknowledgment - and also a curiosity. It would be easier if the pictures were painted pretty, then you could take yourpill and go for a sweet swim. Deep bronze skin when thinking - or from - blue. Throwing off the ants, a fine way to ruin a picnic. Where the underbelly of leisure is some desperate escape. Uncritical, therefore fallen. Or fall-guy.

If I had anything else, some other pouring out of fingers, heading down this grid of pipes, I would let it come through. Unrecognizable. But today, in this, sewer, these rats. A rank and fertile damp, the cinematic drip, shadows, shadows, dark. This is the background hiss of the OS, hardware in motion, and wet. Fog has arrived, stealing our warmth. Poncey ponce, saute, evening news, the weatherman's blank screen. Somehow they now where to point (me too). Know
ing
lee.

ving/vining : constellate (so as to frame a relative space - not gold gilt, not doublesided tape : keeps it from falling of the wall)

a relative frame, a bend in the rhodes

( stayin A live. )