transmeditations volume 1 issue 12
6/19/1998 (1908)
Thank you Tennessee Williams and Reverend T. Lawrence Shannon.
happy days are here again
desert storm rain
iguana at the bridge
river moves the natives
a moment of beauty
a fleeting glimpse into
the lost world of innocence
< drive on driver >
stop at heaven
drive to mexico
abilene and laundry mats
unbelievable squawk
eyes cast a stare
for rich experience
honey have a heart
shannon and an itinerary
lolita and the clergy
lost passages in mexican lands don't make...
> ready for a song ladies...
down in a meadow
in an itty bitty pool
swam three little fishy
and a mommy fishy too
swim said the momma fishy,
swim if you can
and they swam and they swam right over the damn
sickness on the road of life
puncture
blowout
burnout
bust
butter rum
sweet, sweet rum and the surf
does call
sweet, sweet water
noble, noble life
swim in the water and
swim for all that's good, swim for all you're worth
capital time to tread the water
skate the edge of the
dirty dredges
waves pound for
the guardian's sands
down in
mexico
mexican sand
or do what you can
20 g's last and linger
feed the hunger
(as) the past disappears
in to the hotel darkness
of soft middle age
low lamp light readers
alone in their shades
table top to mtn. top
an opponent to engage
oh sweet darkness, the spoils (that) you see
a 50cc summer
hot sun, summer sweat
sweet summer sun
mustang drive in the deserts
run until you reach the border
cross the border into mexican land
the spirit land - reloaded
behold its soft summer sands
deserts shift, transports drift
no place to hide
no place to run
no place to seek solace
from the sweltering sun
virtue is triumph
a peaceful contribution
telegraph the signals
desert tripping drive
happy days are here again
but with much less enthusiasm
than breath from once before
chaos travels in desertion
and falls to the desert floor
readers guide to literature: gardens
beautiful plentiful fruits
a delight, galore
so sweet, so succulent to taste once more
the wagon has left us
from the sea from which we were born
Fred is dead. Fred is dead.
rum cocoas for-e-v-e-r!!
sharks to slaughter
August holds no party
Blake's tours to the reviled rescue
recovery for factual
precious jezebel
no exaggerations
just fantastic
the palatial appointments of the hotel offer shady reclusiveness
palmy Mexican spirit
fill (fire) the upstanding man's
mental minded mess (mindlessness, mindedness)
I wonder how long it takes
to sweat the faculty of
a baptist female college
out of a bus that's parked in the sun
when it's a hundred degrees in the shade
so swing slow sweet magnolias
under the Texas moonlit sky
rum runners running
shadows to the blind panic (shadows to the shore)
Mdm. LeFarge has a telephone to share
the cradle of life
see it smell it
feel it forever
the life of forever
life began in the sea
palmetto leaves
and the iguana runs again
with the precision of a bull fighter
how calmly does the olive branch
observe the sky begin to blanch
without a cry without a prayer
with no betrayal of despair
transmeditations
power mind consume
CorpusChristi
paramour
drastic action
contract worthless
Pleasant Valley, VA
loss of cloth
and nutrition to spare
may - you - watchee
chmese "no sweat"
Nellie was a lady
last night she died
tolled the bell for lovely Nell
my dark Virginiay bride
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(c) & (p) 1999 subconscious mind publication company
