{build a baren crib for karen}

owls of the night or early morning seldom take flight unless for scoring hunted and flightless mouthfuls pouring into the sight of sudden touring into the night and early morning played with the height and than deformed internally moistened by the joining rejected out for somebodys learning torn and defaced and replaced and than tapered, scalded and welded and  portraits on paper, placed in preface pretends our creator who looks at the lake and lets loose all the hate for mankind is unkind and this kind of a line is undrawn in the land and defined by our hands ability to take and to shape but to make is to break to become to be done and we gunned down the fun just for fun and were left with a handle that was handed upon us and phonics made pheonix become placed between us and we burned in the fire just because we could see this and out of our ashes he rebore himself and left us for destructed and debased before we were revased and cremased and shown to the floor by the fist and the broom and the bag and the drawer that was drawn like the curtains were inked liked the squid that was squeezed into homages done by a kid who could raise quite so proudly the things that he did while refraining detaining the sounds of the grid and the lines and the dots that were plotted against him on plots placed on top of the twin city basement with bargains below that were blown out before that would incite the type that would incite a war that would invest in copper and rejoin the four who would take over westward before moving forward and thrust like the just who would come when they please to be inducted conducted and fought for by trees for the sake of the oak and the place of disease that was floating above us like floating like me like floaters and boaters and strong chimney sweeps who keep us in tow and in town we defrown the unhappiest clown and make aces on faces that give us unsound and unlighten the darkness so sober can see to become one with sun and two left with me left me with myself and myself left with grief and ontop of old smokey we still found the cheese.

SIX JUNE TWO-THOUSAND-NINE