{"results":[{"text":"The river valley is a parallel site of error (post-insane-game simple, mirror mindedness can persist) that still offers the vocabulary of its other in uncanny moments when one is shaken slightly from data agnosticism and its new kind of impending night when anything can be taken or left, to remember the forked but clear desire lines we formed in the folded, stitched hills.","created_at":"Fri, 12 Jun 2009 07:21:29 -0700"},{"text":"The river valley is a parallel site of error (post-insane-game simple, mirror mindedness can persist) that still offers the vocabulary of its other in uncanny moments when one is shaken slightly from data agnosticism and its new kind of impending night when anything can be taken or left, to remember the forked but clear desire lines we formed in the folded, stitched hills.","created_at":"Fri, 12 Jun 2009 07:25:10 -0700"},{"text":"I cannibalize you, out of love, because you were myself. I am left here, damaged, mourning, the athletic older brother that our father clearly loved more and whose vices were forgotten in parallel with your slow mutation away.","created_at":"Fri, 12 Jun 2009 07:36:23 -0700"},{"text":"A clear series of signs led me from one vocabulary to another (it was not my own that did this to me is the opposite of an excuse). We literally live there still, too clearly drained of milk, not a double but what it doubles (you'll put on no airs here). Error weans a cad to debt. ","created_at":"Fri, 12 Jun 2009 07:37:00 -0700"},{"text":"Bricks fell to announce that they had fallen, rather than to reference a prior event. Everyone knew it was time to be new. A man was literally buried by the stock market. One becomes resourceful. The nightjar steals a goat suckle.","created_at":"Fri, 12 Jun 2009 07:39:06 -0700"},{"text":"Why. Because it is no longer distinguishable from the surrounding material in his long reprogrammed cells. How then can he destroy it without destroying himself? He acts on copies, even pseudo-errs from scratch. He acts as a copy, is totally harmless, cannot even think himself out loud. ","created_at":"Fri, 12 Jun 2009 07:40:24 -0700"},{"text":"Error weans a cad to debt. What will replace it.","created_at":"Fri, 12 Jun 2009 07:43:24 -0700"},{"text":"He acts on copies, even puts on errs. He acts as a copy, is totally harmless, cannot even think himself out loud. ","created_at":"Fri, 12 Jun 2009 07:43:46 -0700"},{"text":"This is what is meant by he never got over it. It's not sentimental but a slow physiological fact. ","created_at":"Fri, 12 Jun 2009 09:19:49 -0700"},{"text":"Pent-up limbs scattered throughout your bedroom of late adolescence, clusters of bomb in another boy's olive field, the difference between derring-do and plain old spunk, your mother's performance of noting the limbs and her later engagement with a crossword puzzle.","created_at":"Fri, 12 Jun 2009 10:04:14 -0700"},{"text":"As if it weren't enough to see the spaces you inhabited, intricately lined, according to the rules of the game whose coded configurations are familiar to anyone who has ever been to school, gutted, tarped, awaiting actual destruction, or converted into rooms of singular purpose, worthy of a family album, and notice that I'm staying in the lines, that I still know the language if not what it said, even now, at the end of the game, with falling of bricks from fault lines in the dairy wall, a final pronunciation of the unspeakable as an ordinary truth, that of the untenable condition of your home, though still a house of milk and therefore still subject in its behavior to interpretation based on its largely forgotten origins, in a small village where marriages are still arranged regardless of the gender of either partner, and where the paternal stalls squeeze our haunches into cozy submission, as if this weren't enough, we are still accountable to this new question, even if it is better posed in another tense: what is your library on fire?","created_at":"Fri, 12 Jun 2009 10:04:14 -0700"},{"text":"As a means of starvation, the good citizen takes his house apart if he suspects it is in the path of a fire.","created_at":"Fri, 12 Jun 2009 10:04:14 -0700"},{"text":"Unlike the concerned citizen who takes his house apart because the approaching catastrophe is mutating itself in a virtuosic tongue along the narrow wooden road, he performatively huffs his house in half twice (makes half n half), because he knows, though still young by some standards, that he is really just like the farmer's widow who cannot tell the cow on the shelf from the cow in the field, whose page is therefore a total blur.","created_at":"Fri, 12 Jun 2009 10:04:14 -0700"},{"text":"Because it is no longer distinguishable from the surrounding genetic material in his long reprogrammed cells. How then can he destroy it without destroying himself? He acts on copies, even creates pseudo-stanzas from scratch. He acts as a copy, is totally harmless, cannot even think himself out loud. ","created_at":"Fri, 12 Jun 2009 10:04:14 -0700"},{"text":"This is what is meant by: he never got over it. It's not sentimental but a slow physiological fact. ","created_at":"Fri, 12 Jun 2009 10:04:14 -0700"},{"text":"Unlike the consenting citizen who takes his house apart having heard that the approaching catastrophe is mutating itself in a virtuosic tongue along the narrow wooden road, the cadet performs the huffing of his house in half, and then half n half, because he knows, though still young by some standards, that he is really just like the farmer's widow who cannot tell cow from cow, whose field is a total blur.","created_at":"Fri, 12 Jun 2009 10:04:14 -0700"},{"text":"In this parallel place (post-insane-game mirror-mindedness can return), your river is my river, your small folded mountain is nearly three dimensional, terminating in a crooked line behind which one presumes a sheer drop. It is like itself, a fuzzy felt shrine propped up with household scraps. The replacement of one river valley with another is a subtle illustration of the condition of my body squatting behind a chicken wire fence.","created_at":"Fri, 12 Jun 2009 10:04:14 -0700"},{"text":"Error weans a cad to debt. Boards him if he uses his old vocabulary (a vacant burglary). Cad must bet. Musty cad. Air 'im out. Error eggs.","created_at":"Sat, 13 Jun 2009 05:02:27 -0700"},{"text":"Error Spoils.","created_at":"Sat, 13 Jun 2009 05:03:04 -0700"},{"text":"The cad in debt wanders without heir.","created_at":"Sat, 13 Jun 2009 05:04:22 -0700"},{"text":"The cad in debt: his lost error now expressed as a hard accumulation in the gut. He carries his bladder sack within his own stony body.","created_at":"Sat, 13 Jun 2009 05:05:42 -0700"},{"text":"Error weans a cad to debt. Board him if he speaks in his old language.","created_at":"Sat, 13 Jun 2009 05:06:24 -0700"},{"text":"Cad in debt: his station is the thirteenth chapter. The captain, absent or dead, is a feather at the top of the stairs, a father at the stoop of the stars. Never a man of such derring-do. And a derringer too. And a house that grew.","created_at":"Sat, 13 Jun 2009 05:09:14 -0700"},{"text":"Error eggs.","created_at":"Sat, 13 Jun 2009 05:09:25 -0700"},{"text":"Written by basepairs, a stray.","created_at":"Sat, 13 Jun 2009 05:10:25 -0700"},{"text":"Written by appearances, a story.","created_at":"Sat, 13 Jun 2009 05:10:36 -0700"},{"text":"Writing by appurtenance.","created_at":"Sat, 13 Jun 2009 05:10:54 -0700"},{"text":"Written by basepairs, a stray.\r\nWritten by appearances, a story.\r\nWritten by appurtenance.","created_at":"Sat, 13 Jun 2009 05:14:36 -0700"},{"text":"To err is a wander.","created_at":"Sat, 13 Jun 2009 05:19:06 -0700"},{"text":"They fix all kinds of engines on Babbage Road. ","created_at":"Sat, 13 Jun 2009 05:19:18 -0700"},{"text":"Reconditioning is a gentle word that signals pedestrian repair.","created_at":"Sat, 13 Jun 2009 05:19:28 -0700"},{"text":"The error engine was alledged to be a machine for tracking and generating the mechanics of mis-performance,","created_at":"Sat, 13 Jun 2009 05:19:48 -0700"},{"text":"I do not believe that my father was such a poet as I shall be an analyst.","created_at":"Sat, 13 Jun 2009 05:26:37 -0700"},{"text":"I, out of work, will carry my homelessness within not like the stately Victorian plumage on a young man's back.","created_at":"Mon, 15 Jun 2009 04:45:54 -0700"},{"text":"I, out of work, carry homelessness within and not like the stately Victorian plumage on a young man's back.","created_at":"Mon, 15 Jun 2009 04:46:52 -0700"},{"text":"Like the French Doors of Homelessness, I overlook rivers double, all, or none, whispers of entrained physiological pattern.","created_at":"Mon, 15 Jun 2009 04:51:41 -0700"},{"text":"Quel damage.","created_at":"Mon, 15 Jun 2009 04:51:51 -0700"},{"text":"image of our forefeathers, breast-stroking, above water, damming slow flows nightly (symbolic feets of engineering).","created_at":"Mon, 15 Jun 2009 04:54:33 -0700"},{"text":"Why did I come here? To consider the breast stroke as a symbol of human engineering. Our father's feathers, interrupted flows.","created_at":"Mon, 15 Jun 2009 04:58:38 -0700"},{"text":"I ought to see myself as small, multiple, winged by winding appurtenance.","created_at":"Mon, 15 Jun 2009 06:08:51 -0700"},{"text":"The cad performs the huffing of his house in half twice (makes half n half), because he senses that castastrophe will not come again. His black and white field (branded and tagged) is a total blur.","created_at":"Mon, 15 Jun 2009 06:38:20 -0700"},{"text":"Error weans a cad to debt. Bored him if he speaks with his old tongue.","created_at":"Mon, 15 Jun 2009 06:47:58 -0700"},{"text":"in debt i wanders without err.","created_at":"Mon, 15 Jun 2009 10:33:48 -0700"},{"text":"Overlooking a waning system of error, stealthily mapped to its surroundings, it is almost tempting to become a landscape painter. Those animal tributaries in the pastoral frame only subtly suggest the lines of fault in your own engineered back pages. Don't mind the ambient cutlery hovering invisibly (but only barely so) above the cafe table.","created_at":"Tue, 16 Jun 2009 05:13:04 -0700"},{"text":"High scalers scrape virgin rock for new foundations. Their chests and torsos have nearly emerged from what was once thought to be quicksand. They braved faulty zones above currents of sand and water and now anyone who works hard and makes a living can breast-stroke in their own swimming pool. Our statues welcome all symbolic refugees.","created_at":"Tue, 16 Jun 2009 05:26:30 -0700"},{"text":"I am pleased that we can share in the end of an era, which is literally a shift in currency. Now that our houses have been released from what they stood for, they can be newly appraised. We can share photographs authentically and discuss future ventures.","created_at":"Tue, 16 Jun 2009 05:30:32 -0700"},{"text":"Faults may be reactivated at a later time with the movement in the opposite direction to the original movement (fault inversion). A normal fault may therefore become a reverse fault and vice versa.","created_at":"Tue, 16 Jun 2009 05:31:35 -0700"},{"text":"It was hell in our heads.","created_at":"Tue, 16 Jun 2009 05:39:44 -0700"},{"text":"I will not revisit the old logs of misrecognition, unless in short fits of a certain vocabulary, but will instead, like a pair of French doors on a river estate, proceed with the elegance of overlooking.","created_at":"Tue, 16 Jun 2009 05:42:52 -0700"},{"text":"This damned landscape is overly punned.","created_at":"Tue, 16 Jun 2009 05:43:30 -0700"},{"text":"These wandered routes, supercoiling, unseemly lines of faults, can be organized both by ripeness and handedness.","created_at":"Tue, 16 Jun 2009 05:47:56 -0700"},{"text":"They fix all kinds of errors on Babbage Road.","created_at":"Tue, 16 Jun 2009 05:48:41 -0700"},{"text":"Lines of fault in the folded, stitched hills (I say they are nearly three dimensional, you might say they are nearly two-dimensional). They have no more urgency than a forgotten manuscript, a coq slow-shadowing a hen. Like a long dead enemy, error says, I am still here quietly but temptingly, slightly different from your dim thoughts of me, if the medium can be trusted. ","created_at":"Tue, 16 Jun 2009 16:40:33 -0700"},{"text":"Overlooking the folded, stitched hills (I say they are nearly three dimensional, you might say they are nearly two-dimensional). They have no more urgency than a forgotten manuscript, a coq slow-shadowing a hen. Like a long dead enemy, error says, I am still here quietly but temptingly, slightly different from your dim thoughts of me, if the medium can be trusted. ","created_at":"Wed, 17 Jun 2009 15:27:06 -0700"},{"text":"Like a long dead enemy, error says, I am still here quietly but temptingly, slightly different from your dim thoughts of me, if the medium can be trusted.","created_at":"Wed, 17 Jun 2009 15:27:13 -0700"},{"text":"Post-insane-game simple, mirror mindedness can persist","created_at":"Wed, 17 Jun 2009 15:28:41 -0700"},{"text":"Cad must bet. Musty cad. Air 'im out. Error eggs.","created_at":"Tue, 23 Jun 2009 04:51:19 -0700"},{"text":"Our polymorphous leaps in the night, or Nikola Tesla falling in love with a pigeon (and recognizing, in its demise, his own).","created_at":"Wed, 24 Jun 2009 03:20:36 -0700"}]}