Alexander Graham Bell invented the telephone and I still don't know if IlionaA wants to explore the suggestions for Belle in the landscape of electric internet. I drop a note on YouTube occasionally.
Dissipating the occasional bad word today. Things get swindled somewhere as I type. I wasn't done editing the book. Computers or Ordinators write so damn quick. The words speeding off before I am done, making the thing exact. I'm not her prisoner and she isn't mine. In fact I don't have a clue to any priority. I don't want to give up so I'm obviously in the abstract wishing her some distance. I'd probably hide in the notation. It's up to her, 30 more times, Married and the bad D word. Sorry I never ever call, or attend, or do anything too worthwhile. But I'm trying not to be some ancient invasion. The call route. I don't know if I've ever talked to anyone other than America these days. But I still have a cool fascination for IlionaA. She's a symbol of Europe I believe. International travel is almost too quick. I'm a bit shy when I think of her calling Europe when maybe she's been in California all along. So I look up at the sky, and she seems to breath on me. Bored with all of the cool people I know. Sorry I don't flap my wings very often. Someone to be in love with, the music is one of my ear rings, that I could listen to till I finally get to the finish line with my new language. Atlantic Ocean, the ancestors made the crossing for a reason. One time I was in Elis island, and another time I stood near the cold break of Plymouth rock. Did I throw a stone in the water? I can't recall.
Is it a compilation or is she a point of genius. Ok I'm a music fan with my old record collection left for another. I must have had at least 1,000+1 or 2 vinyl records. Lots of rarities that I believe will end up somewhere on the deep recesses of the Internet. I also found her name to be believable. A crush of confusion. Is the A for anonymity, of course. So hi A. I'm occasionally admirable. Creatively writing the new media literature of somewhere tomorrow.
Taking my time rehabilitating a purpose.
Living with Art and maintenance abilities.
I thought of going to the Museum today to look at 6 Tuscan Poets, a painting from the Renaissance by Vesari. My friend is a great Artist and Teacher in the Realist tradition of America.
The Cat, Belle, and I are still visiting the windscape. The chant was in the drifts last night, I believe they found shelter. A church or an igloo, a home or hotel or apartment perhaps with necessities is the place to stay. (no key, my apologies).
Scent in the distance, I collected 5+ years of college where I ultimately went on hiatus and spent $10 printing my Artificial Intelligence Art Degree in the forge of l'Art de l'esprit du Mental. The black Sun is an eclipse centered in the design. It's more refined and serious than 'Pataphysics. Art psych. She doesn't tell a soul. She knows. I don't.
Maybe Iliona will open for Dua Lipa at a concert sometime. I think she might have a copy of An Anthology of Asemic Handwriting by now. I don't know Dua but she is important to me. England might find the blog galleries I habitate (I shared the url link with Iliona), Dua and I may know each other via music and Albania and Punctum Books.
Https://punctumbooks.com/titles/an-anthology-of-asemic-handwriting.
In the beginning this blovel was meant to be purifying.
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