Oh, what can i say about Caspar
DF… disk free …
it’s this what i can utter
…died in obscurity …
no chevrolet FD nor flying dutchman or field device
no vocalizing here;
come close, you, to the vocalese,
of poor meMin kicking the gong around
to escape the sin of Pluralis benevolentiae


Hi-dee hi-dee hi-dee hi (hi-dee hi-dee hi-dee hi)
Whoa-a-a-a-ah (whoa-a-a-a-ah)
He-e-e-e-e-e-e-y (he-e-e-e-e-e-e-y)



Oh-oh-oh-oh (oh-oh-oh-oh)
calamity …

there was a picture of a cemetery borrowing and boring




Skip-de-diddly-skip-de-diddly-diddly-oh (skip-de-diddly-skip-de-diddly-diddly-oh)
Bour’rrigy-bour’rrigy-bour’rrigy-oh (bour’rrigy-bour’rrigy-bour’rrigy-oh)



snow clutter in a ball
darkfield microscopy
wanted paradox


Hi-dee hi-dee hi-dee hi (hi-dee hi-dee hi-dee hi)
Whoa-a-a-a-ah (whoa-a-a-a-ah)
He-e-e-e-e-e-e-y (he-e-e-e-e-e-e-y)

Whoa-a-a-a-ah (whoa-a-a-a-ah)


“most solitary of the solitary”
meeting up with
the flaws & virtues of old age
to set up contention, contention
to build contact

challenging severe nights… like sappho did
raw virtues and flaws
and cooked moderation,
long hours as if
“deaths of despair”
“untrodden paths” should bare
lentitude to be inertia, even sloth
in the midst of habitat loss,
while stars generate significant activity
planets just reflect light,

cover yourself,
lateral polis!
athwart seam …
it’s17 minutes to escape a house aflame
… 30 years ago …
now we have open floors,
now, because of synthetic building materials,
it’s down to three minutes…
let’s do more …
let’s come up with 2.
it’s a
prime number, too.


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