Saturday

This pour



We're arriving at time past. Our width's broad pushing the veil... and so it working... O we don't know yet, because it's not over... she said to me. I was standing at the Wall, the great one, not the nausea one of the monstrous fellowship....



__________________O when does death .... end? Or sting its shepherded and the ball bearing hole... no the deterritorialized does not just disappear... we want it to be over... but she's not ... it's race against the buttin..


but its the simultaneousness of the things... the world's cut in circle and strata ... a chunk here its there a Roman centurion ... beside the Empire state building. but a state goes crazy revenging its past ...a piss off from the damp dump.. and in the city of the past our damages are coming....

She heaves the .,.. thing forward...


______________ It won't break... time to feel it over... it come again and never it left we .... O we wont' hold the stage coach carrying its cargoe further..

Or materialize in the room....