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Come forth Lazarus! And he came fifth and lost the job.


Looking out. Lookunout. Lukunout. Lukunoot. Look a nut! Look an out! Luke an owl. Look leek soup. Loop-de-loop. The loop. The hoop. Circle. Perfect circle. Acquaintances and friends. They don't come in conveniant sizes. Round. Roundabout. Roustabout. How about you? How about me? You and me? about me? Nothing doing. Nothing? Not a stitch. He's a god now. He's dead now. And now. And now. The moment. BECOME. BEING. BECOMING. GONE. Opportunity. Window. Windowless mirror. Image. Image is everything. Anything goes. Going. Going. Gone. Forever. Permanence. Forever. Never. Ever. Together. Two of us. Going. Nowhere. On our own. Own. Possession. Loss. Empty. MT. MG. Racing green. Leaf. Idea. Idea leaf. Imperative. Mission. Plan. Master. Slave. Morality. Ammorality. Herd. Sheep. Flock. Frock. Jesus. Christ. Right. Wrong. Write on. Write off. Right off the planet. Right now. Right then. How about you? You? You? You and me? NEVER! Together. Pieces. Puzzle. Quandry. Quantity. Quality. Quantify. Cope. Hope. Quote. Wrote. Written. Sittin'. Still. Calm. Nerves. Curves. Women. Your curves give me nerves. Shivers. Shakes Thick. Thin.

Comments

KL said…
Now my turn: did you have a lot to drink while writing this :-D?
Kris McCracken said…
KL, it has been a very long time since I've had a lot to drink. Unless you count orange juice.
lettuce said…
hmmmm i think this lies somewhere between Monty Python wordassociationfootball and e e cummings maybe? but also in a field entirely its own

nice
Babzy.B said…
I love this kind of free writting , may be i don't catch everything but i love the energy , the rhythm and the association of words running and flowing...
Kris McCracken said…
Lettuce, well, ee is an influence, I'll grant that!
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, I'm glad that someone likes it!
Kitty said…
lol.
you're a nut!
Kris McCracken said…
Kitty, I've been called worse.
Unknown said…
Erm, how about Ulysses?
Unknown said…
Erm, how about Ulysses?

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