Thursday, May 5, 2011

mis-[word]

[red ink on the back of mis-spaced paragraphs.  then the lights come on upstairs.  corn flakes and chocolate, index cards and action figures.  hairs ripped from follicles like mis-placed staves in a grand earthen art project.  illumination.  satisfaction.  i have found both and my awakeness should not (please, don't) be read as an example of uncaring.  anything but.  buy more, save less.  no, reverse that.  no, sorry, reverse that again.  i am well versed in the gospels of the purposely (purposefully) mis-leading.  dust on uncovered things plays itself out like logic in the halls of the suits on the take.  out of character, out of sync.  still, however, in a grave and directly measured line.  Pyrex, heated and heated again and again, still tells me what i need to contribute.  Grand Tetons and murky notes that will go unfinished for quite some time.  mis-use, to be quite sure.  crumbs like dried mucus.  compressed staples like miniature sculpture.  the questions of scale were raised and realized at an earlier point this evening.  no, last evening.  no, this evening.  bishop takes rook and queen takes knight.  irrefutable like this sore throat i have engendered from a complete lack of proper rest.  retire for the evening.  but first, i really need to check my lottery numbers.  the drawing, of course, was a scant moment ago.  bottle caps and bicycle tubes.  just thinking about what is before me because it is all that i can do.  this faulty genome.  that erroneous exposure.  nature and nurture and backwards again.  a dozen or so miles of nylon, lashed to aluminum posts, erect as barracks' flagpoles.  full mast and full speed ahead, well on into the properly implemented, the apropos position.  live long and...]


 
shooting his wife while their son looks.  how grisly it all was.

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