#Renounce-? The renunciation of a fantasy will never lead to its dissolution, but aids in its fortification by buttressing its resistance to transformation. (Anon)

#vss365 … and so it uncoiled fully: “A mere look” to knock him on his ass, not with a touch but in a revelation, and her glint had become the far-flung passion, the “someone” unnamed by the chaos who’s already dawning and drowning. It’s the apocalypse’s gift #passion

”And nevertheless, seven shattering eternalities of fame are too conflictive to be a form of messaging!“ The lovely, young VP in charge of communications would protest vehemently, but even her vehement frown was spoiled by the general ecstasy and the piano wasn’t listening anyway. #vss365 #conflict

#vss365 #esoteric

#vss365 Hot tears and whimpering and simpering. In the park. And in no rain? And, I mean…? Yes, really, it was quite especially irksome. As if any of that could have made it different? But so much naïveté she had in her. As if her love had been a puppy. And she couldn’t keep it. #naïveté

Intuitively, intuitions go forward leapingly across the coveted moon, but wow. . . . #vss365 #intuition

- Sunday brunch tastes less arresting – you loved chilaquiles, yolk clinging to your smile. unabashed laughter filling our corner booth, who knew brunch could be so adroit at nourishing a heart? now that same heart beats, famished for another Sunday. - #vss365 #poetry

In childhood, she'd been an #adroit at hide-‘n-seek. And at mathematics. And game shows. But now, as of today, it was so damn hot and that’d been too long ago…. #vss365

“Cute, is it not? In its intrepidity? Who’s so audaciously created an #elixir, drinking it and deriving, and then they’d dive for many days into the blue nothingnesses of its symmetries? Only to make out an illusion of their conclusion?” As the new professor’d asked everyone…. #vss365

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Sideways glances over an #empathetic cup of coffee (always smoothed over with cream) from all the way across a room had long been a specialty of hers. And so he knew that she had been there too, lately. #vss365

Then afterwards, she shone her #pillow-talk X-rays in the really deep corners. #vss365

He’d #sponge -d THE BEST fiction, the DICTIONS of the words wearying & wearing him until a mass’d crashed in on a whole unwholesome mess in his imaginary & he’d relinquished that to another thing—by by by by—a patterning and by some unringing? And so….”a good DAY to you, sir!” he wrote. #vss365

On a Monday morning. . . . she had slipped her cords and knots of a complex simultaneity off. And then she had danced a sudden fandango. And no-one knows why…. #vss365 #cord

… and so, after towel-ling off in her bathroom—amid her cruel lipsticks—on yet another such another ordinary day I had to wonder… #vss365 #towel

#vss365 #kettle

… and so, by now, her hair’d turned into an unmitigated disaster. Uncombed forever? But it was the way I knew, that look in her eyes. Then I had to go over the evidence again with still a finer tooth. Until I found the key to all her mysteries… I’m Joe and, still, this is my beat. #vss365 #comb

‘… but he would have known,’ she thought. ‘Or he should have. ‘Cos, all day long, remote starlings were cawing their indisputable tunes at him.’ #vss365 #remote

She’d clung desperately to the static. To the music & the poetry. Elocutive Love had busted her up. #vss365 #cling

“An abracadabra… is just as completely supercaliflunious as is a Cali- -fornication,” said Mary (the Queen) to Alice with a sly wink and a spoonful or two, or three, of Evil. #vss365 #evil

In cracks in the pavement, purple upstart dandelions were sprouting and had whispered a tune…. ‘but it’s unhearable,’ she thought, and they would soon be stepped on, down and away under everyone’s boots, every day. #vss365 #sprout

Shiny #fertile blathering strip club languages’d divined the intent. #vss365

#vss365 #literature

#vss365 #Temptation … & after the fall of all the off-keys and the oppositional dualities, it had become a duel and then they could only sing old songs about the songs and the sweet melodies arose from them then—instead of now—in a new blue temptation

#vss365 There’s something of a sweet, sardonic smile that can’t ever be captured for, you know, the nihilism. Or its #tailwind. Or the silence. Or a honey-treat of canned laugh-tracks swallowing themselves of the loneliness.

#vss365 she was once just like the sunlight stunning you, and as mega- mindblowing but only darker #stunning

#vss365 ... & as for all this, eventually, if we’re all about the mis- #apprehensions, the misunderstandtions of your mispronunciations…. the encircledilizations of all the dissipations, then all your 'shunning' words will go so silently.

#Pull #vss365 Each of Your Stories… should feature a Hot-tub Scene in a Budapest bath where all your many Hero’s must be discreditivedly & disavowedly… “Brought Down” (slowly &/or scandalously) & “Pulled Low” (or just wake up alone Drunkenly….?) So please, do take note….

#vss365 …so, in the end, it was a sudden weirding of his cynical enlightenment, to #undo the bland scoop of his 60’s homogeneity, but apart from a voice in the dark on only one day and a mad folly, he never knew… So no, he never knew her… … and so never? As she would leave “no trace of a clue”?

#vss365 A heartbreak is always A dream-wake unwashed Sensibility. Like that time You wandered lonely Thru a muddy mud-water puddle And your mother Yelled at you. #mother