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Jan 27, 2009 05:39

i've written too many "lyrics" without sounds to go with (any excuse not to call it a poem). now the words get their revenge? just can't write like that now; the rhythm that there was, lost of it now. the excuse is defunct. time to face the music. ach!

Now look, that wasn't too bad. not even plotted too hard to be immediate. so the compass needle in range of geological magnetic anomaly (big xhunk of a magnetrock, embedded in the land) s'points all off, s'no use eh? no, compensate the reading. if there is no reading (there is no reading), then off to do the reading. recalibrate. reverse the flow of taxonomic responsibility (flow of traffic on a stretch of road if you like, between two cities both each of which think it is the better, tandem slalom pro drivers open course if you take my meaning no cones (only a spontaneous shift in the common understanding of the direction of a road and an exception that becomes the (of and also not the becomes you mightathought first) norm)). yeah. moving around these misalligning magnetrocks (all of it)--you guide the compass now.
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