Friday, April 19, 2013

Poetry on the road to iowa.from chicago tundra warmth

Yippee. Hooray. We get to watch a movie.
A tiny voice speaks from.behind my head. Loud enough to not be the childish voice inside my head. Introspection of the new year....... combined with a snow day, convicted daddy to watch less tv. and to read the pictures in books. Seems strange, but words in my opinion are beautiful and skimming over words and type to understand .... "the point of what the author meant", is boring to me. Although I wager I could write better if I read more.... mental/technological note to myself... And ... the church of think allows us to find things in ourselves. (Which is ironic since it contains quite a bit of things in it currently. My habits for collecting materials to process was one of the reasons why i have kept and attempted to maintain the building. It gives embodiment to the things inside our collective heads.. however.... I digress.. but attempt to explain myself while I practice word play on the corporate site.... so now hopefully "back to making a word from our sponsor"), That allow us to not be stressed out by a small child's voice on a necessary, hazardous journey between city and farmland to shovel out the impassable, fenceless, windblown, trailer-strewn sea of moving potential. That is #hawkeyemovers . Long sentence. And as I edit this, having spent two days on a tractor in Iowa.... it doesn't describe enough of what I do. My thoughts go around. My father falling through the floor of his addition as I ponder taking a sledgehammer to my basement floor. (My actions did not match my thought process.) My new year's resolutions are worthless #whichisokaysinceimhappybeingwhoiamwiththeexceptionofturning40 , I anticipate This and don't worry about the deaths of last year and the old age of the future. I attempted in weeks prior to get out of the cold and into the old. Moving furniture again that is, . I do risk management with a client over a bottle of Scotch and a cup <;/,> post flask of vodka. I worry about freezing pipes while my familia to the south fears the safety of the personal plumbing and avoids , the native las vegasian fear of writing your name in the snow.

I had it and then I lost it.

A professional idea of patience. And Narcissusicully opening my eyes to the beauty of a foreign logo not physically captured by technology and becoming a question of memento in your native tongue or mine

Hard to dictate poetry of distraction and trailers while driving and listening to espanol in the background to expand the kids' minds.


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Patience trumps quick underage money longevity is the hopeful answer to building a business that has no billboard. As we pass by the fox river and watched a bird of prey in flight I think about thee fox and his convoluted compliments which are frank in nature and thank me for my unwillingness to not allow life to teach people the lessons that I work.

Or if I will ever learn myself. The historic route to starved rock ...


My inner child no longer asks if I can watch a movie.the espanol in the background of a desire to teach young minds to be broad enough to win at billboard
Recollection of collectibles
Antipromotion of eclecticible. Absolving the absorption of functional barnwood. Resisting the transistors of a modern lumierity. Not quite forgotten Wanda of the southwest and their lighted bags of warmth that are left purposely to prevent a prankster's presence of a doorbill ring and a bonfire of animal process

The attempt to write cohesive philosophy in a world that allows for large scale contributions of donuts and escalatate corn-fed abandonment during hibernation exit. 75 north.
51cent rejuvenation in the form of an eye-opener of a dark preground., left around, is reminded of a govt mandated questioning of starving rocks. And a general dislike for bumping docks. A required monthly test to broadcast is enforced on forefingers the way the author enforced a cleansing of maternal imstinct as large bears refuel and count their clock.

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