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time to get outdoors.

for eveyone

Let's get to pittsburgh.

to what you want

oh mind destroyeth, the Yaurjin colnel fades as fuzzed insulation, just a squeeze that aches above the ears. things have gone awry. now, in response to the legions of lesser writers feigning errudition, i say sit your body down in the chair right now: the lesson is on. feet pettle nikes amid managerial compliments: you're doing a great job at making maps. but the map is not the terretory. to richly craft a map of Greenland is not to triumph on its peaks. I have no idea if it even has "peaks" but it does if you take the term mathematically. where dz/dx = 0 and dz/dy = 0. so take it that way. it behooves you to assume the best here when you wish to assume the worst. i know that's easier. ultimately, you'll do what you want. i care, but i don't care in *that* way. if i did, you couldn't trust my suggestions. take this claim to your heart and contemplate it for the rest of your years. as only the very very best will get to pittsburgh.

another study (this appelation serves as a defense)

this screen hurts my eyes. my hands and arms pinch and ache. there's something i'm avoiding. it's...going to a hotel. a miserable thing to do when the hotel is cheap. always a rip off, unless someone else is paying. an institution is best. no guilt there about the bad value. $100/night translates to $3000/month.

this screen hurts my eyes. god, the light. it's like looking into heaven. some new york version of heaven. i'm pleased by the presence of the telelphone. i can make any necessary calls. and boy, can i make them. to peru, to new york, to firebaugh. do the nasty dance you dumb shit fuck head fucked up with a bat to your skull mother boo boo bear!

a study

oh, the keyboard is made of plastic. and the car key is on the maple desk of the grey cubical. the phone is white. the mouse black. the screen cheap. this is known as the business center. what is business? i could write something pompus here. but it's never the what but the how, so why bother? she whispered in my ear, "word" when i told her. get out of this place before you're dead. there's somewhere better. in deference to a referenced lesson, i call this place pittsburgh.

soccer

spurrious bitches shame grapes of cunt sauce snotting on the table. oh reem the face out with spooned knives and scrapers. eat summer mellon at the picnick. it covers your face and the checkered cloth. the grass smells of bugs. soccer and oranges, blue and red, the ref is a stupid dad. goal! we lost! it's ok, don't blame the goally. he's just not very good. who are we playing next week? uh oh.

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step to the speaker, with the imparative, and desert your inner motive. exhaust the failure of attention with full gail. this conjugation easily overblows and inspires a more ordinary tone. please walk your fingers 'round the truth. it lies not. it speaks not. it waits as nothing for you to tap it home. you don't need anything to say. just an interest in cultivating the way. prickle the tag with stalks of rain. deepen the stag with knives of bone. cut the flesh to the floor. ready the berry sauce, the fire, the plates, the knives, the strange aversion to the center. just sit in it. and eat. and stop dispensing oblique advice at grandma's table.

advice

Rise daily and do nothing. it is so easy. and the rewards are as you wish. so munches the goer, into the frayed specks, where the young destroy themselves as systems and saxons. make way: the test is upon us. and if we are to be upon it as the jeckle jackle who comes at night and stakes his claim to the skins, the bones, andthe field, we've got to get in all the way and BURN.

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the briar streams round the bend, bush of green angels. as the wall of the gathering it shapes as fair and meets noise with silent force. inside comes the harmonic, undisturbed. it shakes of women, their hearts and hips, flower pettles soft and perfect. war is unknown. extraordinary measure sink to face the damp. discursive draagmpist grawst remy, oh remmy, you have lost the cross. crep teh triumph yaw, it grows in eager casks of brine fish. and mold, save the oaken bray through every frrrragile claim. pew softly in these wayward minister pocket watch pants dirty fucking gog og head that breaks what? he did it. murdered the pretty girl.

Gorge: UNITED HARAM HARE BANDE

spay the speaker with a point of the hose. direct him to the barn, with the cows. and then the truck comes. cooled it goes to the factory that stinks. flash the shante and entice him. a bolt to the head by an illegal. a snort by the bead from the feeble. Then an auspicious calling from co-eds; they eat the burger. They sex the beaker. And bake the ugly pumpkin eater with the maze of oz. i read the grapes of wrath, and smoked the white remains of broken math. i called the screaming beepers of gas casings to and from the factory, just to stand-up a shield to those who would fuck children in the gut for a bigger tv. this precedes the work.

destroy these clowns for they kill without reservation. burn them to gold with your heart. sink into its eternity. draw from the nuts to the crown, for your flesh is of the earth. try putting your back into it. and find ease in dynamic coherence around your central gravitational axis. curl the power house, extend the lower torso into the plane. this is facing the space in the most literal way. We're Americans. Jesus, let's get the job done.

spurrious BEEPER

the old cradle of orginality, humanity, and courage now only babies self-impressed, cowardly lever-pullers. they're called professors, managers, engineers, artists, athletes, activists. they happily obey the pattern while little babies starve and mothers get their legs blown off. this is part of the present convention. they express their status as defectors, as not for the human future. they dribble and drabble. they seek the mitre and hide the keeper. they bleed easily but cannot cry tears of love. stake them in the manger. break them with the plow. arrouse them and dump them in the hole. burry them with paper. then set the heap to flame and proclaim it: HARE KRISHNA GANESH UDJ

let's get started

participation requires adherence to the doctrine, and also to the observation: that the most widely deployed approaches, sports, science, medicine, capitalism, school, art, and all the rest, simply do not work. (calling these activities "approaches" implies a teleology.)