Dadaist translations 8 ~ a meditation on June

 

June

He is wise, honest and faithful. I looked at the walls of the ship and did not miss the walls and doors and walls, but in fact I did not miss the walls of heaven.

Who is wise?

Tomorrow I will do that, and he will go like the hills beneath a passing cloud – words of a wise Saviour, the gates of the hidden treasures of the morning, and the morning sky are clearly revealed in the procession of faithful clouds.

He was wise, faithful, faithful, wise, faithful, and a voice from heaven –
ditches full of butterfly wings and weeds –

 

and forward
a pure, honest and trustworthy hidden treasure –
an honest hidden treasure
I got up and grabbed the hidden treasure
weeds and butterfly wings

Listen to the voices of the ship walls in the clouds and leave –
find the hidden treasures of June!
There is no door to heaven,
only butterfly weeds and ditches’ wings

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Dadaist translation 6 ~ Refugees for confirmation

Refugees for confirmation –
then the gel structure during transfer
the floor is dinner

Please fill out more reports to confirm if ergo and hero will plow – let the good times roll the parakeet parable
slimsy rhinolophidae alliteration

Refugee arrival notification –
afterwards the length will be less than the number below Grass –
macaronic macaroni macaroons
perceptible clef
tractile caimito

The idiom means you can do this by calling. So they asked for Phoenix – all beauty radiates sound asyndeton heartbreak – a shrewd window will appear

Raise a cow –
the bed of the dead awaits
the crown is often found revealed with the universe

Leaf walls prevent smoke damage in the most confined spaces – a special space – outer space

Maltese instruments swim
shoes are on fire
poetry will be perforated
powerful cosmic beauty
leather walls angle sand machines
synchronicity sandwiches wobble
singularity postmodern portmanteau

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Billiavache’qn~f

Poor maintenance and trying to take the wind out of the sun. After you left, and I came back to you in a jongleur panic, there was a hole and there was real caffeine in the fat near the kenning battery. I would work there as a farmer psychic. Think Orange Juice – Under Student Platform

Mosquitoes are wild.

Gezhoubach’qri

 

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asemic tarot 176

The blood came down in the mourning of night – and night went into the robin’s egg.

~ Etch a furrowed horizon on the Bridge next Wednesday’s morn, placate amoebean moonbeams’ foregrounding memory – convey your dog’s tongue’s oeuvre, and give your dog a bottle of expectations he can hold onto – next weekend The Parson will pass a coin, and The Man with The Umbrella will give you praise and a jewelled duck egg – crack it open to find your heart’s contentment – a message will soon be delivered – cactus flowers in the window ~ tears in the clouds.

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Her veins will cry crêpe tears, because she silently licks the night – dusk puts its feet up on a horizon of crows

 ~ draw a small line and smear the mud of memoria on the tongue of tomorrow, arm a jar of hope with figs.

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Sunflower seeds sprout at the end of the day – by today’s standards reality was built of stone with a lot of noise, as large French doors turn into The Crinkled Cross – all entertainment abides in a forgotten garden. The stars of the tree are Merta and Eunice. Gather their wisdom on tomorrow’s journey

Many bananas are meaty and have strong legs, and many are without bandanas, which was the bane of the Vikings. Seek the plover at the crosswalk when the sun and moon know the blues. Avoid aardvarks, cantaloupes, and Chanel no 9. The mirror will reveal the fool and the raven by Friday’s dawn. The bucket balances the dread – the well seeks the sky.

 

asemic postcard ~ welcome to the deconstruction zone

Hello Again ~I looked at the ash as I drove through the desert. And the calm days, the lifestyle, the at the key of the dark world, and the clouds that float in the fractured skylight as they go to mirage mirrors.

The house offers river views. The first is the invisible darkness that overwhelms your soul. Everything is different. Looking at the river through a small window floating in the air makes my heart sink.

Nameless Migrant