a slip

“..A dick, a shit and an ant.”
Oh. we learned from the grand Poets.
You can realized the paradigm and concept mind.
Yes the an ant are especially. The imagine constructivism.
But he ever transmutation to destroy.
It the magic skills  in attempt tell about it.
But now I don’t will some a poems.
But I need other the language.
Hello crazy.
And It’s the same anyway.

Oke. You getta this a set:
A destinations; a tide and a  strive.
And out what you take the set?
It no matter.
Just they lot don’t are a random set.
It liner imagine you look it open you eye.
I see. The words just remember need be.

Good take other set
A slip a cost a inspiration.
Again
I just don’t know the words
You don’t know all words except a three.
stop cracking down a tombs.
It set words not are a random.
Word slip I take I tink it sleep
Yeah don’t fall down.
What can fall up?
With that a coordination can be fall in ever side.

A Cost fall off means line.
it depends on what you're paying with.
Analyst idiot, I'm telling you poetry is magic.
Get away with your ruler, please.

I song then
A dick shit ant duck shift once a nation have a distination but the tide only throws dead fish ashore.
ant shit dick and my song are mute  you the strive the drive a dog go off the leash
fish, you're arguing with the tide you're arguing with the moon a lapot, a bubble and a straw and a dick a shit and a ant will never cross the creek they'll all drown in it no matter what you call them the dark waters slip into obscurity the camera obscura is a laugh in the dark Nabokov, get out of here
I don't need your layers
I don't remember a single word and without this

just a lapot a bubble and a straw thinking about how to cross the stream
their names were dick shit and ant
yeah the bubble burst from laughter on the shore
Is there another ending to this tale?
We sing about the cost of striving.
you know, none of us can swim
so we're gonna burst with laughter right here

What's that? You just need to memorize six words.
I writ they.

the straw snapped in half from the strain of the plot.
six words to memorize rather than invent a swimming aid.
And the resistance of materials is poetry. A lapot
A bubble and a straw is no good for poetry.
the noodle lapot just drowned.

Ouiji.
I seriously want to ask you if
we're thinking about pantone crossings today.
and practicing slip-and-slide with concrete underfoot?
and congratulations,
the word is slipping a tire in the mud.
Every time you type a poem, it's mud flying from under your wheels.
We're deep in this hole and we're not going backwards or forwards.

but it's a word I'll never forget
and it's not a word that sounds like a dream for nothing.
It's just that you've never gotten your wheels stuck in the mud.
You don't have enough grip on the reality of the dream to move.
Good night. I've been slipping all day.

slip is amazingly one of many words
Oh, these experts will say they learned the language like a mother tongue.
We laugh together at this point. How badly did they know their own?
But that word slip doesn't describe a normal slide.
I just know what the process is.

you're in exaltation in the middle of nowhere.
a word is just a word is just a word.
Ouiji,
you realize a slip is an idling in one place.
a dream replay revolved
terrible
yeah, put sand under the tire.