Notes for the Wild Wood

Deep out of Value

I saw the sun. You stupid fucking sun. It was clearing over waste. Waste products. Don't take care. A single form. I sew its weight. 

It is German coloured. You stupid sun. You wreck of a man.

Now I'm beginning to agree with the women who shut you out.

Pincers

around my

rings

around the

world my

round

bulging history

take back

no

edit field 

. 

Stay away you stupid sucker

strip her. Clothes peeling dangle loose. She thinks she's  a bitch and so

do I think

of you

my maps

whilst on

the conceptual

breaking

bulls and

battery.      Guess what

I am not given to kindness to poets, poets suck such jelly

poets get my gild mind hears the cracking toes of words

spilt in my gelatinous frame rate split with head piece wish

me well foolish cunt of a singer wish me fuck like well.

Across the lap

of value my

credit is fallen

limpet 

we will watch

a film

a whisky

take a dung

hole back to my fort darling

wanking and fits of coughs

she closes behind and silks

seduce 

secrete her sweat I am yes gaining in love

and no gaining in anger what was it saying

you scratcher beetle 'sink your fingers down

to the knuckle' pull

back blind

hair lament my.

MINE. MINE. GIVE ME MINE. MINE SOFTENING. GINGERS. 

(health.) 

      (healthy)

put skins labels permalink frosting I write this

for the web log, suck it up, O fused mouth

capital groan I am not a comm sick as I am

not Options Options Reader I marred my process.