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The one will blame it on the heart the other
on the money. How thoughts useusthem
as space in ourtheir own times:
unfurnished metres to move wildly in
and be the first who spoke and stayed silent
that it could not go on like this.rthat it could always be better.
I offered him to pay the holidayfor moving house
to reminisce, while he keeps counting
with the kids. And makes goods for other people.
I recall his wife as a heart-warming girl.
Not what was playing tricks on him. Terrific girl that.
That needs othernewer world.
For the time being we have not learned anything of love
how to discuss love without danger.gestures..
We won’t do it for less, my brothers and sisters say.
We are of the same kind it just justonce came back to me.
We were the greatest Indians to ever serve
this city. It is surprising to see
how we’ve forgottenthat as children we zij that as children they
had neither care nor future
save for an eternal now to buy each other’s heart.
Already wanting to imagine a future that was
too great to formulate, could never
be achieved in a few days a fortnight and yet was always there.
That has its price, of course. I don’t need to tell youreveal to you
we should be grateful for a balanced wholly balanced
final statement, just call it a bunch of stupid stories.
The one will blame it on the hunger the other
on the blood. How thoughts use usthem
as space in ourtheir own times:
unfurnished metres to dance tightly in
and be the first who practiced at the fronttop
of the stairs to stand at the front.
I never had to ask him for assurance
what we did was quite enough, enough recollection,
also how we could laugh about the soul our lives or just laugh.
I made a mistake with his laughvoice like a woman's
but not so much it bothered him. Terrific guy.
Needs neither courting nor the gym.
Later we learnedheard a lot about the whims
remarked upon the fact that the word whim had already
had its heyday long ago.
We are accomplices it just came back to me.
I would have liked to take your picture wearing the same suithairdo
as would have fit me when I was to be laid out
although some girlfriends rejectedvilified this rubbish
but forgot this very rubbish
brought the order god intended.
It is nice to know that we had seemed
the same wheneveras soon as that was necessary
to get the world to tally.
That has its price, of course. I don’t need to tell youteach you
we should be grateful for a balanced wholly balanced
final statement, just call it a bunch of stupid stories.
The one will blame it on the hunger the other
on the blood. How thoughts use usthem
as space in our their own times:
unfurnished meterscentimeters to dance wildly in
and be the first who stayed silent and dared
to be above it all.
I never had to put him to expense
what we collected could be the umpteenthhundredth memory
how we could laugh about the soul. Or just laugh.
I made a comparison with his laugh like a woman’s.
He castrubbed out what bothered me. Terrific guy.
Needs neither insurance nor religion.
Later we learned a lot about the lawLater we learned a lot on honing one’s legal skills
remarked upon the fact that the word law had already
had its heyday long ago.
We are accomplices it just came back to me.
I would have liked to serve you bettermore amply
wipe out every trace of those tough conversations
and of those unhappy buyers who
asked for it
in their unfettereduntamable wildness.
It is nice to know that we’ve arrived
at our front doorkitchen door unscathed
and that our argumentation tallies.
That has its price, of course. I don’t need to tell youteach you
we should be grateful for a balanced wholly balanced
final statement, just call it a bunch of stupid stories.
The one will blame it on the heart the other
on the money. How thoughts use usthem gebruiken
als space in ourtheir own times:
unfurnished metres to move wildly in
and be the first who said and dared
that it could not go on like thiscould always be different.
I offered him to pay expenses
reminisce, but he had to
retrieve his soul. Or a differentbetter memory.
I recall his wife as a heartbreaking girl.
Not what was troubling him. Terrific girl that.
That needs no further thoughtprospect nodig.
We later learned a lot of love
and talking of it to account for all the money.
We won’t do it for less, the trusted friends say. old friends say.
We are accomplices it just came back to me.once came back to me.
We were the greatest natives that this town
had ever seen. It is surprising to see
how we’ve forgotten that as children wethey
had neither words nor origin
save for a view in which to dip each other’s heart.
Then worry how to arrive at our front doorsheds
unscathed, without ever being sure
whether or not our arguments would tally.
That has its price, of course. I don’t need to tell youdisclose to you
we should be grateful for a balanced wholly balanced
final statement, just call it a bunch of stupid stories.
The one will blame it on the heart the other
on the money. How thoughts take seriously
the shortcomingsfaults of our own times:
wide reaching metres to move busilywildly in
and for love be what we learn from trade
the profitable stories that are viable again.
I offered him to claim expenses
on reminiscence, the numbers seldomnever lie and
only inadvertently or on commission.
I praise him for his wife as a heartbreaking girl.
Just what could carry him along. Each trade has
items that work well and items you’d do well to deletecancel
Later we learned a lot of love
and asking someoneexperts what else love can do.
We won’t make way for less, the best mates say.
We are accomplices it just came back to me.
We were the bestpriciest foot soldiers this exchange
had trained. It is surprising to see
how we have forgotten that as friends we
turned our chagrin into origin and decidedorigin into chagrin and decided
to disperse across the world as a bouquet.
Then worry how to effortlessly grow
add value to the daily striveillnesses
to say it’s oxygen and not what we deserve.
Then to sayyell it’s priced accordingly. I don’t need to
point to that bunch of stupid stories
to convey that it is not that bad, that it just is.
The one will blame it on the heart the other
on the money. When someone seriouslyrevengefully acts out
who was in the right
and had to own up to his wife. Does love go out
to newerderelict bonds? Is there a trade in store for me
that wants to capitalise on a life that leaves stories behind?
Now my colleaguecoughscries for attention
points on commission says
should the numbers be passed on
Firstly I shouldremovecross out
the thingsthat are in
the way
all those previouscareless stories and their remains
in the shape of side-tables
and piles of papers.
For the imagery then have havewish to be both friend and accomplice
disperse as a bouquet across
accounts,profits abound, delights abound.
If I allow for them to tie me down
allow someoneno-one to add
some oxygen to this tableau
and reassuringly on my shoulderthen to say
that it is not that badit is not bad that
dat het niet erg
it is not bad
that it is
it