THE HYDROGEN EXPLORER

73.   7/1

The prolonged lockout soon crashes all dexterity. Dubious moves, double onslaught of mocks and smokes, hijacked, dismantled and dissolved theosophical melodies the only hope to save the old songs. Those who made love furrow and despair, be prepared for widespread resonance of the patiently and kind acts, dismissed offhandedly by an industry dedicated to climbing single minded ladders. Snake charmers and acid musicians practice in the darkest days suddenly lapsing into some episodes of plastic suffocation. Anthropogenic desecration of the pristine free lands, obsessed prestige ownership, as delphiniums fold into the night, asleep forever.

74.   7/2

Nimble knights scramble to dismount amidst the admonished wanton hordes, in between the time to mark each battle won, a victory no one desires. The despicable fief lord moved addicts midway between the land of whistles and the torrential waterways, then allocated a couple of poker faces to cover up the ambush. The scepticism of the sluggish leadership, plans moving like molasses, the manifesto faltering like a disjointed coma, uproar falling into extended drowse, time and again. Advocates and movers rack up old scores, central to remember the ousted schemes. The shovelers clearing tall trees to grow short shrubs in aridity and droppable coldness in chronological sections. The ghosts will lash out, just waiting.  

75.   7/3

Frustrating message about the sangria getting bland like the poignant saxophone to sporadic applauses. Big shout and gurgle drown the weary yawn. Hope plummeting now more than based upon obdurate optimists and dwindling endurance. Laughing mad how swanky jokes cajoled draconian mood. Morning comes swaggering fresh audacity, swerving with tangential momentum from last night’s defeat. Your sackful of sadness merely of exams jitters may perhaps be smokescreen for dismissal gloom. Surreptitious intentions acting upon the mechanics of fear could cause a little salty sting of discomfort that can bring down the whole composure. Dark ramifications of damage to cosmic cycle, an inconvenient admission that will soon take its toll on us.

76.   7/4

Wake up to your true lifeblood, as the walruses known to lumber around the weight to keep their body warm and blood flowing. Slaps of instincts going with gut feeling to keep the plans moving. Some time ago lost in the slug of the common and weary, drugged into convenience of acceptance. The level headed legal system like soft needles of the loblolly brushing, slender smooth talk shaping up into regulatory compliance, ignoring our concerns of freedom and justice. Second handed salacious soggy gossip did a darned good parachute drop, right into the centre of trouble already brewing a lake of crude and open malpractices. Glaring secrets, embarrassing and loud, hiding behind overgrown charities. Somewhat lame task to oversee the obligation of the blamed to take on some responsibilities, just an obsolete drive to step up internal security from sore throwbacks of their humdrum actions. Not surprised at the shoddy hosting of the meeting attended by those trained in the obstacle school. In the tyrannical days, we stayed lost to hide away, abandoned to the order of each passing day. Stretched helping hands and hooded egos sorely missed. 

77.   7/5

Night vision goggles to see maggots pulling on modesty about missing lizards. Plans to add more intuitive lemmings to the aquarium, intelligence of octopus heavy lidded, laden with someone’s sleep. Floodlights killed the mysterious flesh coloured falcons. Compelling evidence of nefarious preoccupations of the impregnable looters of youthful dreams, however three misadventures and they go broke, still bellyful of greed waved the fear by, continue pillaging the underwater hopes of young impatient naysayers. Brace yourself for the brash imitators who unyieldingly create louder and indefatigable ventures, bagful of fascinating whimsical lies mocking the truth, until the hypnotic bottom. Swear to root the idealism, drooling heroism stirs dissent into something slammed shut. Blue hair species spider, cold and voraciously engulfing the organic subject. Warmth from purely a hug, chirruping lifelong remembrance of a much closer proximity. Still there is the tycoon in his penthouse who shrugged off his days at the friendly barber shop.

78.   7/6

The best of unexpected Judas wishes to boldly go, despite the obvious, as defunct spy. Doors pirates fold to hide their love ones, their knowledge of the solstices, they make a furtive opus of the changing seasons. Eavesdropping program deployed to hear the hush voice of the peaceful minority. Lest we fall prey to the booming comments from foreign advisory, glad to be near a library of a thousand miles of books. The lowlands of pure inspiring thunderstorms, iridescent polyhedral raindrops forming into a sandbar of pearls. This is a land of bestowed miracles, despite the thievery and copping out. The sleepwalkers sell sleep, clothed in shades of the hours of night. The petty ones take on less, as usual. The genius and giddiness of the eccentric hydrogen explorer, who mastered the atomic aspect of solitude and conquered loneliness for all humanity. 

79.   7/7

Decisions and revisions, and runs of the same and the mediocre. A life sold to sodden worries, clear thoughts and restfulness not in a while, pleaded the salespeople missing their sleeps, depleted of dreaming, drooling at the door of prospects, clinking keys eager to open any docked opportunity, busy coordinating appointments and lies. A sprawling settlement of accounts and deeds underway to sum up favours and debts. The self serving system filed to the last digit of order, deflected a good idea so hard to come by, crashes so expensively the potentialities, led to loads of buried discoveries that could have saved the day. Someone should cry out for doodles and call musings to come back. In these awkward times, the misplaced pinpointed at the grotesque, the obvious told the obtrusive to back off, reckonings fisted at happy faces, imagination yawned while evil slept and orthography spelt our lives into clarity. 

80.   7/8

The septoria infecting the standard crop with bright spots, letting the light in. Elsewhere, the glibly dragon returns, spotting the linchpin, the one who could choose is the chosen one. The addicting tempo of the new songs help the lobbying lullabies dressed up as bolstering hymns to soothe and edge us hypnotically into the great sleep of consensus. The killjoy party, obsessed with dull pace of drably sobers, rallying the rigorous troops of the orthodox and sombre faction. Chronic mobsters of knowledge surge past eager bunch of quick learners, subordinate them to no questions asked, nitpicking on the punctuations. All the structures of knowledge deboned to make ubiquitous mash. Glad you’re cherishing those denounced goodbyes to words and shortage of lessons with the impending resolution gone astray. 

81.   7/9

If the sweet spot is located, keep it hidden from the landlords they will spill rumours and split the party. Judging from your difficult glamour days, please don’t fool the wonderful times into a conspiracy of the rich and famous tagline. The laxity random and lame is a loophole for the opportunistic. Idiosyncrasy plays the part of the fish humming to the sound of water, while we hear in the air the hums of machines at the back and front of our lives. Keep the cautious habit so sanity slow to slide in sudden malfunction of dollars quick to disappear into thin air. Old skins peeled off and offered to the show stealing magician who could change the past with new clothes. Oddly did not do anything when blue sky fled the city, cloud watching missed days of poetry. Fell back on plastic to patch the anaemic hollow the departed essences left behind. 

82.   7/10

When those hardworking folks talk, they want proof of achievable heights, it’s either right or wrong, yes or no, those in between left to knock on hijacked self worth. Saturday night drunken brawls mildly amusing, usually know when to speedily clean up. Needing dose of seclusion, to breed ideas indoor, owing to a life of sun deprived disorders. Yet another version of dialogue between society and kids, topics are skinny jeans and the importance of formal language. A haggard life after so many years, wound down dream of ownership, haunted dispossessions, murdered freedom, missed opportunities, speaking out only on conditions of anonymity.  

83.   7/11

Murkiest information contributing to lopsided decisions, days of skewed judgement, ideas decimated by mocking own thinking, the comfortable setbacks declined the changes, overdose of pesky pals incessantly chattering, sloppy food, life forgot hued sunsets strolls along the towpath following the glistening river, dams that didn’t do any good for nature’s behaviour. Dailies unedited, the good and bad taken into account with jackpot randomness. Sleek dolls of a glittering skin tone, voice crisp and rhythmic, these androids precise and ethereal, however the gilded city with its enterprises and lawmakers would rejig the machines they created to help them, seeing their popularity with the common people. Prodded talks, words half hearted, pale suggestions, a smirk of indifference, all the while scheming to tie down the flying faction of new age dawning, late night takeover a despicable victory. The self proclaimed focus on the points indissolubly arrogant and kick into routine the everyday business of the eloquently sprawling cities. Perfect pairings do come by, corrupt leaders and scofflaws, diamonds and ladders, orphans and outstanding individuals, nonchalant debt and flashy gold. Wolffish sheep fiddle with perception and point of view, short knife in pocket I feel safer, the sprint always gets to slip away.

84.   7/12

On the edge of the greenest forest at the tetragonal point between the epsilon gate and iridium door, a century gap ritual for spirits with earth missions. Hard to grasp the meaning behind the hologram of kissing politicians, an alarming interruption, bad omen for the embodied prophetic objects, nevertheless a revelation, of modern life and tribulations. Remember the wisdom of old sayings, those who do not understand deemed them irrelevant words carved in stone, well the mobile version is ghetto talk. Mend the holes and hide into the closet of self learning mostly regarding the inner life. The darkness will let you see the light. The darkness will protect you until the time is right.

85.   8/1

United merging frogs tones, sprigs like sprockets that spring forth a watery paradise, parotitis signals drippy glistening forest so wrapped in viscous bubbles, soaked to fill the pools of grunions of the hidden clover hill, a dragnet of barberry to deter thirsty joggers. Trajectory of rainbow arch extends from the edge of heavens, woken to a lake of wonderful apsaras so simple consistent so much pietism non can keep. It isolates in unseen protective measures the oddity plodding along the crowd, in weaving ellipses of love. The thinking fishbowl of trapped ideas did a bidding to ignore thudding voices and judging eyes, didn’t think that the biggest drink was up the alley, composes an intrigued gig recounting prehistoric times when the griffin and diplodocus rode like duos though doing nothing else. Figuring a return to a gorgeous freak of aqueous character, wriggle out of logic into red alert rambling, a carnival and an outing of a coiffed imagination, an unexpected showing up of the unheard escapades. The symbolic totem resolved the atavistic feuds of the predecessors. Phosphorus sorrow enfolds wild heart to drown shivering songs, lets off the sighs, so goes the profusion. 

86.   8/2  

Your carefully curated image programmed to breed insecurity, misleading the judging fanatics whose juvenile experience got maddening and flabbergasted, themselves yanked from difficult realisation. Victims of peddling and assumptions losing stamina, ambitions derailed, locked out of own palace of dreams, found safe but haggard adrift with aggravated defects. Hippocampus wedged between ocean trash summons the long breath of the didgeridoo, connecting all antipodes with the vibrations of an original earth, a time for repentance and renewal. The diatomaceous earth that cleanses the skin, is an underlying landscape of creatures wishing to stay unresolved. 

87.   8/3

The plain sight business not a hobby but a lengthening nylon of delayed successes and spent ideas a quotidian drag, mudslides disrupting climbing patterns of tired days. Keep the dry goggles that see the driving roads. The pemmican fed front dogs of the status house sensed the distance closing in, the coiling python joins the fray. Risky operation of the unsuspecting jars of stolen inoculum, diffident efforts rinsed the attention with semblance to drunk driving. Finally a nonchalant dirge to dismiss them all. Guilt of undeserved treats killed the vignettes of slow vacations, left to collect midnight memories from sidewalks, idol duality of tooth fairy soothes the pain of lost souls. The fairness of the sweetest fruits pelted down with abundance from the fourfold sky and forgo the given luck of the privileged. 

88.   8/4

Fractured world over break in project zoos. The moiety unknowingly usurped by the insiders whose scented version of reality sold different lakefront views. I want out, growl people who own positions and still owing because of kicked in mechanisms. Dogfight ensues when the odoriferous fool offhandedly diddled lox and stock, meek ruler passed out on the comedy stage a tragic event. Recovering the tools to rebuild the broken symbol, the victims of mere survival saw the reversal of fate that brought down the house and revoked their misfortunes. The subterfuge long stirring a retaliation as the subdued urged eye contact and gestured to the prepped pikemen. Fiercest of the small torched the reigning hand in the egregious vendetta. At the seam of the mighty feud, haws the duchess crave summoned the paisanos from the despised regions, repealing the condescension act that kicked in the repossession of the common beauty of life. 

89.   8/5

Tacit oddest couple of awesome swagger, knows their life under monochromatic cowl disappointed the stalkers who poke fun in admiration. Nifty sorting of stoic enjoyment killed newly made loves. The maladjusted rockfish despairing over programmed habitat skipped the fighting altogether. In the lockjaw moment of silence, the argument came to a mysterious halt as empathy suspends opinion. Savvy ones broach the owlish profiles relying on scientific analysis. Obscure triumph ponders the lost cause of its efforts. Beware the marching ides hunting down trivial and plain debts, fragments of unbelievable plots so disarming that took down a king. 

90.   8/6

Concerted efforts to circumvent the trappings of capitalism, usurper of inner peace. Dignity of nude conscience narrowly compromised by swiftly successful project of the bounty castle higher than its own tower of illusions, but one day saved by animal instincts and loving convictions. Addled state of mind and scrambled heart beat, omelette murkiness of sodden misgivings, vowing a return to the golden state. Sudden windfall quelled unending fatigue sustaining life of tasks. Impetuosity said to be the case of capsids multiplying. Paltry excuses the poseurs make catchy mashup take seconds to sensationalise, missed calls supersede missed opportunities in measure of regrets. The smoke of disguise confusing the subjects who love and loathe their owners jigging between sweet grapes and punishment. The delicate balance of life, like ossicles becoming variably voluminous with bellowing songs passing the smallest tunnel to the brainwash area.

91.   8/7

The amygdaloid seers stare deep into thoughts known to jump across the hemispheres of the brain. Listen to the auroras, sound of the electrons, in the celestial play of orchestras in the palladium older than mythical white gold journeys. Paw prints of the hibernating ape sanctify royal bales of crabgrass in sacred placement of the perfect rosary. The dubious aqueduct the sojourn of the frisky butterfly collector, the subterranean search for the lepidoptera came across the lanthanides fissions. Skimmed layer of a surreal fog encloses orebody of the lightest minerals. Moss and lichen assiduously hide the proto artefacts amidst the enigmatic ruins of the uncommonly tender. Time funnelling through the truncated peduncle rendering space as vortices of events either multiplying or else obliterating. Royal dickcissels guard the seed vault, unremarkable cistern caves, an ancient insectarium within the crevices, otters sleep floating a shrewd divergence.  

92.   8/8

Gingerly moves from high impact pratfall, bonhomie the keel of the new leadership. Gasp the country folks, divided over fief issues since doomsday worries upended planning strategies. Request the highest governing brain in identifying the jocular thorn. Abhorrent pride of greatness a wide shot of fame so sold as achieving character. Faked out ideology and magnified tokens claim widespread trend, false advertising casts flickering shadows. Trees in backyard chopped down citing trespass, but round robin foreign exchanging allowed. Flocks of free agents gloss over former great players in revivals of reality shows. Reiterating evidence of karmic cycle caused a snafus awakening the sleeping population.

93.   8/9

The fallen battlement of the gnome kissing warriors stirred speculations of supernatural interceding. Regarding the enigmatic objects, the ekphrasis a masterpiece in itself, the phantasmagoric museum a vivid world of the unutterable. The blushing alpacas, mickle of cuteness, the fedora a reminder of that adventure, jumping from injury and pain immediately paddled away along the salt river. Baffled by the kumquat eating offbeat daffy offering pumpernickel, said to be a sage granting peals of mercy. He is light as a parasol, witnessing the inadequate lives of many, perched upon merlons built like dolmens, dissecting the opinions of the oohing humbugs, disregarding the affinities said to be favourable, instead opting for the naked and the truth. Crops left to rotate are given to immigrants with the dearest of hopes, having forfeited their birthright for the outline of a dream. Lessons at the deluxe school with undisclosed agenda peculiar to purebred development made the whole enterprise of education a breached council undermining the unheard consensus. Implementation of the holding lodge keeping out foes, miscellaneous plots zeroed in. This is how we manage with the resources at hand.

94.   8/10

The misunderstood dacoits found organic love in the uninhabitable ghetto with beautiful eyes, painted myths on the walls of realism. Dragging lies cast upon them heedless, everyday a life subsisting on meagre truths. Crimes following them like ghosts as running makes the innocent guilty. The aquarium of sadness swims tales of elliptical lives going nowhere. Estivation giving needed retrospect to hurried lives. Soured plots nothing to do with cultivating grapevines and changeable values define the disgruntled betrayed by their own hyphenation of any possible relationship. 

95.   8/11

Neatly weeded yard and peddling lemon fizzes an irregular strategy, but boost to the senses a move to regain pleasure and diligence. Levity a battle cry for those who smile to fight a bleak day. The pressing questions of life tips the skiff, but small vessels sink and then fly. Lobbed into a tailspin, brokenness breaks into open arc, a full hearted rebounding from the inertia of a heavy life. Boredom has the odds of nothing new, rendered in technicolour options. Play a game of the idly contented and the moneyed suited league. The highfalutin habitually fends off the paean of small things while floodlighting big brow figures of corporate success. Addictive chimichanga an irrelevant topic but central to the sprouting of the town. The architecture of the taqueria laced in thinnest sheets of floured ply suspended on olefin threads. Good vibes for loving feel, dose of quality whiffs. Ripe melons and mismatched skates got toddlers going fractious. Growl and kick strategy followed by come back move, indefatigable goes high stroke again. 

96.   8/12

The endless catalogue of shrubs, hives and cities, magnification of fear in the prison of mediocrity, vision crossed with splitting roads sideways for the likes of crabs vaguely seeing. The brackets of ambiguity leap across extant dioecious organisms in tumultuous identification procedure. The irradiated lepidocrocite a probe to detect erratic behaviour of intestinal size invaders in unusual sprockets of fountains. Isomorphic oxisols from the pale wold uncovered organisms that avoid the inimical pendulum zone. Obsolete pfennigs found to calculate distances between kestrel landings the topological secret of earth science, a hypothesis nonetheless. Logic baffled by the possibilities of the nuanced renditions to locate our identity throughout an infinite library of forms. 

97.   9/1

The night sky bridge that crosses the closest divide between two different density space, liminal dissonance dissolving the edges of things and on to learn that the deep pockets were dope, to be hiding the inundated qwerty. Short of decryption of the ciphered messages, to soothe along slow songs sailing forth into torpid seas, or a potent mix flee the scene in a dishevelled sodden package of nervous soap bubbling slowly, closely resembling a psychological earthquake repeating soused claps in a padlocked bell. 

98.   9/2

Let me creeping, as shades of night, spend my days oscillating across the infinitesimal fractals of the anhydrous caves, said to manifest the immortal crystalline bloom, a dizzying ferment of unearthly beauty, calling upon the riddles of angels. Oceans of lilac reflections, rapturous appearance of haloed suns, of enlightening synapses and blissful synaesthesia. Dossier of the black eclipse orchestra reveals a crowd decompression technique engineered through croaking ecstatic devices of molecular entanglement. Common elements melted down into spadeful of oxide rocks, the oxygen suds are said to reverse the process by mapping the gyro nutting geography of proton isolation to the last decimal. Even the best of the calm alchemists of both hemispheres were discriminated for their attempts.

99.   9/3

The opaque information plastic squad by trade of looting nature and plundering spiritual gifts, miffed that the hysterical patch of ground with pine smell was the source of wellspring of things to come. This random outrage undermined their efficacious image, exposing the subterfuge of this mugging attitude. What effrontery after the gravy bits of muted monologue of self loathing leaked and transpired throughout the mongers circuit. The seller of exotic moods a fishy yet phenomenal job that unveils the vicissitudes of life. By contrast, dross of choke full of dry biscuits like college pages of notes arid and devoid. Sniff out your internal ogres, try mending broken bonds. Patience is sweating to unravel your complicated life, to demystify the shrugging tendencies. When remembering starts to count, with efforts stegosaurus puffing, confounded by box of amnesia Pandora left behind. As doorknobs and ropes untwist something good borne by performing the life enthralled by the naked truth. Well best of luck to all, just as baby helpless in excitement cries for the pissed liberation. 

100.   9/4

Endure the roosters that kill the dreaming mornings, idyll sleep awoke in muddy comfort. Anger a pathological rage under control. Restless ego still feverish spoke of followers on all cycles. Consistent humming of consumers of plastic and blood, clapping like a sad clown, wooed a dogfight with rigid rules. Worked to a horse strength, no rest needed, even doodles fleeing my sight. And I, delirious asked myself does typewriter use blood on Leonardo’s writing machines. Pain that disrupts function in a world full of beauty but years of toughness numb delicate sensibilities bearing trouble unsought, alerting, begging, and an olive branch disguising a warning. The company dominating my time but flowchart shows healthy progress, left to roll and gather the best of me. My labour the shining pageants exemplary of strive and succeeding, and the rest is a joke, a consideration of a worst case scenario, and I, in the end gloat the slowing paddle a less tedious way to pay for this. Skipping the early morning routine and I am just a few days to flogging off the lab coat in the multileveled experiments that really don’t exclude anything else. Anyone can exaggerate the room conditions, fancy those doldrums would score a melancholic symphony of the symptomatic. Loads of disappointing results and disdained dollars organising the department, or join me doorknobs to be cleaned. 

101.   9/5

Sleek slogans the protagonist of this euphoric election. The televised shenanigans worked like paregoric soothing, appalling the history yet to be written. Was fairness gripped by the conspiracies, unaccustomed to fisted jargons and presuppositions of selective views. A dorsal attitude to avoid calamity of emotional fight. Might have ghosts of old revolutions summon lost injustices of all ages, whispers the hoarsely breath of the unearthed. The slack and return sequence ascribed to slingshot the dreams of the thwarted across spinning moons, eclipsed truths becoming the solo flight of the undoing. Tangent to the epicycles of unintelligible imperialised transactions and sedentary pompous innuendos. 

102.   9/6

In the stiff blue of the frozen night, unequivocal swordsman whose composed coldness an avalanche of raging scores, wields magnificently in exact accounts of love and hate. Dazedly slapped with honest reminders until dizzy I, saw in the dismal landscape of a battered soul, little boats of excuses flowing through thin rivers of tears. Delayed by the mangled wreck in the outskirts, to choose tangled overgrowths over fresh spring, cleansing flow even I know with smile, but tough times dare not believe it so. Mind lost in circles fears the past and shuns the future, the same work on time tested plans to circumvent any pain. Has been for so long a foxhole somewhat safe and reassuring, secret joy in perpetuating chronic woes. Death and rebirth necessary as soul deliberates ego. 

103.   9/7 

Mind the elbows of inconsideration, scuffle for alcoholic beverages supposedly highlight the celebratory scenes of trophies won and lost. The fulsome boisterous kickoff for the games did indeed bring on the highs of roaring brutish clashes, bangs and cheers. Chief delegate shrugged, a lot of hope shows some worry follow back behind, tussle losing tenacity in gregarious brawling, coercion not necessarily a fan of ghetto lords. Posed in sniggers, even paid jokes flocked to lifeboats, florid faced at the trumping of the plausible panel of logicians. Puffy clouds of idealism making the truce looking like an unassailable peak. Is there still life after beating up the wrong man, tormented by the trivial and the unsure. Sometimes phenols haphazardly used to subdivide, ideas diffident and raging, tossing like sleeplessness. Love is in the air just like an imp or a dirigible. 

104.   9/8

The reorganisation of the wild areas a surprise, a simple task with complex manoeuvres. They found new advantages of the view, righteous jury of a foreign language. The wild beasts savaged by the uniforms, wandering lost in the remaining nationalised jungle. The reappearance of the wayward ones sparked concerns about art scholarships, over everything analytical and measured. The return speaks eons for the worried but nothing for the truth. Hapless life of passed chances, opportunities scutter in the wind, who knows when intuition necessarily grew phobias. So they sleep cloistered in the safe quarters, full of hoarded items with stale excuses, the older versions always confuse. Doggedly following each errand, clasped memoirs afraid to be exposed to the natural breakdown according to evolution and inevitability. 

105.   9/9

The prescient stuff of the archaeological arts seeding a new carbon type in the fire and flood from another galactic age. The nebular ones were the unnameable all along, eluding the entire lexicon of iconography and molecular vibrations. The cathedral of interdimensional deities the bearer of a stupendous energy system we just had no idea. The time travelling forensics never finding the whole but fragments of a layered being, particulate and seamless.

106.   9/10

Waking up tired after an embattled dream, have you seen anything made by nature that is the same? Halfway roofs rest the sparrows, like men of the odyssey going along with the wishes of gods, follow the flagged proof of origami messages unfolding destinies in heterogeneous arrays. The daredevil of pressure pattern propulsion, a death defying demonstration of a wind sucked overflowing nonstop skid manoeuvre. Treasure hunters stumped by the acred nests of archaic spiders, losing clarity of greed and will of seekers. The hidden floor corked and muffled, still tells heaving tales of election dollars that don’t work for disasters of the natural kind. The monstrosity of its intention exceeding the necessary, undue waste of odds and chances undermined the last secret task, revealed in the codec off the official sources, a multivalent work of the rectifying program encompassing all lacks and excesses. 

107.   9/11

Dramatic changes loom so close to the known facts, toll keeper numbering all paradoxical wishes, the serious and the whimsical marooned on island of loquacious liaisons. The panjandrum ignored and swallowed by the relentless rondo, retreating to feel important again. Someone allegedly lapping up malapropism but sophisticated meaning is emblazoned on the asynchronous Machiavellian. The myth that is outside of time, is an atemporal longing, leaving traces in conjectures, circumventing the continuity of typified narratives. There remained the sixteen chapels of meek angels and lords, hued cubicles of equanimity enclosed from east to west by the riffing of cosmic voices. Deep etchings to faded rememberings oscillating through the curves of nth. Possibilities slowing and gluing and nightfall a welcoming darkness to hear the sounds of liquefied rhythm of images, resting tired eyes fizzing out. Reforge the gnarly as inner strength to please the deified ideogram projected in tears and shadows. The orbital architecture of the astronomical prism reflecting the perpetual patterns of occurrences. Encapsulated sleep till full blooded dream awakes. Prying open heart of choking art in shunted cargo and abandoned imagination. They of the typhoon nevertheless unsympathetic, whirl fishnets at virgin dawn to bend the fabric of the whitish and the recurring. Another Sisyphean obligate matter that probably even star fighters have days like sinking feeling and they drew flip doors, focus on lateral views as oblique escape.

108.   9/12

Fearlessly the verbing device liberating from the vice versa mechanism, not a loose opinion, neither of a conscious dithering nor a planned endeavour, nor a fierce battle or mild lashing, not even a desire to be heard, however slight a longing. There arose a tower a hefty emblem of self exile. Nowhere few have expelled dogmatic freedom from hatched life and gagged deeds, looking back at the pile up of sleep deprived flops. Weaponising words, strung out courageously in the heavens a pathway of free expression, rendering the imperfect into colossal elevations of faith, inundated with the worthiness of bewildered sentences, writing their way to flourishing kingdoms and the farthest star.