Mine Astronaut: sequence diagram of a displaced impulse

There is a tone parallel to the cosmos, to the diamonds rocketed in the low. A libido suspended in struggle, not necessarily violence, or necessarily suffering, or necessarily so, but does my distress arouse you? There is something trite about restraint if so, the same thing that is trite about power. You are, in both conditions, volunteering, a school girl with her hand raised while some teacher is talking about the Louisiana purchase in the context of its acoustics, how it might have sounded to become that landlord

Caravan - Duke Ellington

And since she was pretty there was an audience,
thrown open to question and found wanting
with no resignation, for...

how rare is joy and joy is rare. For what's theirs is joy and joy is theirs. Though what air they've poised is poison air. For what's paramount of theirs: hymnal ledges of the voice, skin of the swan, uncommon of the look-upon, uncle tom of uncle tom For how spare is boy the boy is spared For whats theirs is his and he is theirs. joy. spoiled. son. heir to what's paramount of theirs is him spread into gimmie somes For how raised his void is, his void is there where they oblige him A store of helium he rides to when

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home, this sweet tone deaf land, is still a tender beginner

I hear the feeling, it felt like a fling, only the feeling lingered, the distress lingered

I want a space man from twilight 'til dawn, when the chicks say there he is, he's really gone

It's becoming increasingly difficult to find where jazz starts and where jazz ends

I think, pretty soon