III. Les distorsions géographiques [pour accueillir les liens du sang]
With the cat planted on this
morning’s first newsprint, the advice columns—
Pulsar distanced; originating in location and sidereal time, seconds apart—
To the International News and NASDAQ , as hopefuls for a DeepArcher
Solicitation—One, of soon to be triune; Otis, who was vertically transported to now occupied
Upper floors, informs of honing his surgical skills in a role-playing game
What of the non-manipulable, Fiona, the contiguous girl, when she forgets her silicon-bead plush models, and desires—
He says, it is the dearth of my sex to say that—Meanwhile, Ziggy, or Zbigniew (Preisner) desires
Nothing more than to forgo the devastation of walking in late to class; the mercury column
Having not settled in his head, formed from the first mass transport leaving Tarnów station, rather avoids reality simulating games—
Relaxing my judgments, in so far as trading the duvet’s undulation for a woman, their mother—Apart
From my bedtime reading of a brief history of olfaction, for the current case’s proprietary blend arch
Exempted from the International Fragrances & Flavors, Inc. (IFF)—Opposite the at once palpably empathetic union occupying
The television’s Kannon temple roof repair; bark strips and saliva-softened cypress nails—Occupying
Superior wallspace; a print of Klee’s Kalypso, in sections on newsprint and burlap, the desire
Of Insula Dulcamara (1938)—George Conkling transcribing thousands of press circuits a night, as an arch
Insular cortex reception from the nose’s emotion-tinged conduits—The very suggestion, drawing in the air of our reservation before Black Columns
In a Landscape (1919)—Analysis at The Burghers of Calais (1884, 1985), in this condition, for a COP9 signalosome agonist the caller gamely
Trolled, not found in the literature—The contact mentions ubiquitin's 96% sequence homology to yeast; an accretive machinery misuses, pulling apart
Thought—Referencing the pharmacopeia of dulcamarine, the woody nightshade above our heads; laying apart
But facing—Effective as atropine; antispasmodic, dilatory, with this talk of tumor heterogeneity, double billing occupying
Newly minted invoices, Excelling—I think she might appreciate the stock than so often, helical decorations on gelatin-sized paper, or the arcana’s confidence game
Wanting to include all of her facets—Her shoulder-length gamine; bracingly, the glaciation driving species perception of blue—Beneath her cobalt umbrella, with matching twinset, one sees she is desirous
Of Uptown cornices—In my ignorance, reckoning COP for ConocoPhilips, what I gathered from interrogating the earpiece’s synaesthete; archly,
What makes you different from drug reps serving lunch—In so far as COP signaling bends a mustard seed (doubt!) to blue light; conserved in the columns
Of the odorant receptor gene family akin to the retina’s (GCPRs)—From so many exciting molecules, the columns’s
Transduction thins; the cribriform inputs cleave from loss of COP9 signalsome deubiquination, the same pulling apart
Neurons into neurofibrillary tangles, for short—If the bulb is a piece of brain, set out as a windsock, then restoring smell; the agonist, as real as walking under an arch
In a dream, confers upstream improvements—Protein degradation, or rather, post-translational nuancing, is occupying
All the talk, until, finally, the technology arrives—When, suddenly, the Donizetti ringtone interrupts the gaming—
Glancing to the sign that September 11 is primary election day; and while hesitant to bet our life savings, the scientist is desirous
To show me, where our ambling from Seventh street, is disrupted by bars of The Boxer (1970)—All eyes ingest, but the man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest—Desirous
To go home; looking up at the obstructed North and South Towers, he describes the smell of electronic ash illuminated in Klieg lights; his sensory columns
Having acquired hyperacuity in his own experimental trial—Paranoid, for the browser history, and for the blithe bastard gaming
Big Pharma—Being attuned to experience and perceiving such a tragedy, and likely emitting a stress pheromone apart
From the tunnel riders, I had wanted to know their schedules over dinner—Upsetting them for a crock, with DeepArcher
Depositing work in my inbox; a prediction in three days, disremembered—With this foresight, of the Tower, I glimpse the fridge mounted ultrasound, and cannot help but think of the condemned of Calais, and seeing that I am preoccupied
Reproached for double-dealing, at the Met, of all places—Insensible of a paper cut profusely bleeding, leaving its edge querying indices for ubiquitination cascades, and only desirous to occupy
The apartment, where we are safe from the ice core’s evidence and psychotic gamers—
Watching office workers leaving our building, toward this most arch act, where I sense an air column drifting between us, I move in to close it—
Pulsar distanced; originating in location and sidereal time, seconds apart—
To the International News and NASDAQ , as hopefuls for a DeepArcher
Solicitation—One, of soon to be triune; Otis, who was vertically transported to now occupied
Upper floors, informs of honing his surgical skills in a role-playing game
What of the non-manipulable, Fiona, the contiguous girl, when she forgets her silicon-bead plush models, and desires—
He says, it is the dearth of my sex to say that—Meanwhile, Ziggy, or Zbigniew (Preisner) desires
Nothing more than to forgo the devastation of walking in late to class; the mercury column
Having not settled in his head, formed from the first mass transport leaving Tarnów station, rather avoids reality simulating games—
Relaxing my judgments, in so far as trading the duvet’s undulation for a woman, their mother—Apart
From my bedtime reading of a brief history of olfaction, for the current case’s proprietary blend arch
Exempted from the International Fragrances & Flavors, Inc. (IFF)—Opposite the at once palpably empathetic union occupying
The television’s Kannon temple roof repair; bark strips and saliva-softened cypress nails—Occupying
Superior wallspace; a print of Klee’s Kalypso, in sections on newsprint and burlap, the desire
Of Insula Dulcamara (1938)—George Conkling transcribing thousands of press circuits a night, as an arch
Insular cortex reception from the nose’s emotion-tinged conduits—The very suggestion, drawing in the air of our reservation before Black Columns
In a Landscape (1919)—Analysis at The Burghers of Calais (1884, 1985), in this condition, for a COP9 signalosome agonist the caller gamely
Trolled, not found in the literature—The contact mentions ubiquitin's 96% sequence homology to yeast; an accretive machinery misuses, pulling apart
Thought—Referencing the pharmacopeia of dulcamarine, the woody nightshade above our heads; laying apart
But facing—Effective as atropine; antispasmodic, dilatory, with this talk of tumor heterogeneity, double billing occupying
Newly minted invoices, Excelling—I think she might appreciate the stock than so often, helical decorations on gelatin-sized paper, or the arcana’s confidence game
Wanting to include all of her facets—Her shoulder-length gamine; bracingly, the glaciation driving species perception of blue—Beneath her cobalt umbrella, with matching twinset, one sees she is desirous
Of Uptown cornices—In my ignorance, reckoning COP for ConocoPhilips, what I gathered from interrogating the earpiece’s synaesthete; archly,
What makes you different from drug reps serving lunch—In so far as COP signaling bends a mustard seed (doubt!) to blue light; conserved in the columns
Of the odorant receptor gene family akin to the retina’s (GCPRs)—From so many exciting molecules, the columns’s
Transduction thins; the cribriform inputs cleave from loss of COP9 signalsome deubiquination, the same pulling apart
Neurons into neurofibrillary tangles, for short—If the bulb is a piece of brain, set out as a windsock, then restoring smell; the agonist, as real as walking under an arch
In a dream, confers upstream improvements—Protein degradation, or rather, post-translational nuancing, is occupying
All the talk, until, finally, the technology arrives—When, suddenly, the Donizetti ringtone interrupts the gaming—
Glancing to the sign that September 11 is primary election day; and while hesitant to bet our life savings, the scientist is desirous
To show me, where our ambling from Seventh street, is disrupted by bars of The Boxer (1970)—All eyes ingest, but the man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest—Desirous
To go home; looking up at the obstructed North and South Towers, he describes the smell of electronic ash illuminated in Klieg lights; his sensory columns
Having acquired hyperacuity in his own experimental trial—Paranoid, for the browser history, and for the blithe bastard gaming
Big Pharma—Being attuned to experience and perceiving such a tragedy, and likely emitting a stress pheromone apart
From the tunnel riders, I had wanted to know their schedules over dinner—Upsetting them for a crock, with DeepArcher
Depositing work in my inbox; a prediction in three days, disremembered—With this foresight, of the Tower, I glimpse the fridge mounted ultrasound, and cannot help but think of the condemned of Calais, and seeing that I am preoccupied
Reproached for double-dealing, at the Met, of all places—Insensible of a paper cut profusely bleeding, leaving its edge querying indices for ubiquitination cascades, and only desirous to occupy
The apartment, where we are safe from the ice core’s evidence and psychotic gamers—
Watching office workers leaving our building, toward this most arch act, where I sense an air column drifting between us, I move in to close it—
