Still on the Edge in Sumas

pound out a rhythm; you can do it. visceral incantation. not to many drum beats, but enough to at least establish pattern. nbever mind mistakes. never mind anything. just recall the present, and make it passed. art...never is like this. it doesn't call, it doesn't write, she doesn't care a bit I tell you... it done.

presaw all body parts before interchange.

f uyo. I am so sincere I could just shit.

I got a thang for a step van that could send me into grave circumstance indeed. last night should have been less than it was at animal kingdom...........

what should i do but have a good time; i certainly looked festive enough. and a good time was had, by me (above all),; by she who will not be named; by all, that I could say about it anyway. yes i still divine the ramifications. yet i still divide the multiplications. let us fill the vibe with associations.

let us beat.

thank you 'ess for all you bestow. never would breathe without you w/o u.

silly man, tricks are for kids.

i'm behind on my reflex, behind on my style; behind on my all is good; behind on my make big fun. how can i be so left away, so far out loud, so different/same confused??? so apart. so not fair.