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Tuesday, November 30, 2004

cdlviii.
Actual
point
of departure/

loose
cannon. An
decadent. Thrown

it over. Easier
to finance
a murder. Not

enough. Belligerently
calm.

cdlvii.
Drop yr weapons. Name
drop. Drop
till you're dead. Dead

centre. Centre
fold. Fold
mountains. Mountains

fold into
a suitcase, carried to
yr next

assignment, next
assassination. All
shook up. Up

shot.

Monday, November 29, 2004

cdlvi.
Purchasing power. Human
rights party. 'Don't mock
the lawsuit.' Why ? 'I'm

a hitman, angling
for a deal.' A soft touch. Former
head. The broken

rules. Cheaper than a glass
of wine. A great
big frame. Tough

love. Bad manners.

Sunday, November 28, 2004

cdlv.
Talking
through gauze. Stoning,
or slavery? Tough call,

mofo. Spreadeagle. Votes
in key. Denies applying
for a 'fast-

track'. Enzyme
holds 'key'. Ups
and downs in

hi-tech haven. Lashings. Moon
is key. Your pension
needs defending.

Saturday, November 27, 2004

cdliv.
Favourite
& worst (for
poetry

should not
be mean). For cars
will kill

the planet too. Mars
resignation threats.
Go back,

tradition. Reserved
a country.

Friday, November 26, 2004

cdliii.
Grown
rebarbative. Gel a
little. A chorus

of pros. Shots
heard. 'A huge
systems crash

causes delays.' In-
evitably 'my
Posterity

may like
to know' 'which
word is nicer'.

Thursday, November 25, 2004

cdlii.
Security gambit gamble or
something. Something
else. ID

dependence (Freud
would have had
a field

day). Secretary aims
to end
conflict

& tension. He plays
down summit. Absentee
certificate

respects
will.

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

cdli.
'. . . whereat
scarlet trousers . . .' preach
converted. Eggs

to operate. Collectivity
farms hands. Sands
to a desert; desert

to a continent. The content
overawes. The pores
close. 'Trying to change

you all.'

Tuesday, November 23, 2004

cdl.
Mytho-
poeia: heart
death: heat death: cultural

whiplash; yes,
I will. 'This was
an underworld.' Re-

vivify knockabout con-
versations/tennis. 'Me
to play

up.'

Monday, November 22, 2004

cdxlix.
Primitivist
microchip/mindset
sunrise: community

over instinct, over
society
headf**k. 'Sounds a bit

circular.' Sounds a
bit stupid. Life:
myth. 'Peculiar

time
of year it
cannot (must not) ignore.'

Saturday, November 20, 2004

cdxlviii.
'That is not
a reason
to stop

moving.' A
faith in
novel-

ty. 'What
kind
of modern

programme/sex?' The
truth
is bogus. Mind

and body
are separate.

Friday, November 19, 2004

cdxlvii.
A little late
in the day. 'I
hate the fact

that this
is the face.' He urges
a

fairer world, is set
to release
the hounds,

while doctors
cannot
assess

the bruise.

Thursday, November 18, 2004

cdxlvi.
Required after careful
analysis. A suitable source
of vitamins (the Rose

of Trallee). Ridding schools
of weapons and/or
government plans. Pains off

the road. Of
real estate. And praise
the religious

right. Religious
rights. 'Best place to live
on the planet.'

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

cdxlv.
'Get drunk
and call it
Paris

Hilton.' It's
always midnight
somewhere

in the world.
Striped dirt.
Big take on summer.

Ozone
link. Heartbroken
reaction. 'It's

a boy's
name.'

Monday, November 15, 2004

cdxliv.
Churning
public. Grist
to mill. A thrill

required. A headdress
realignment operation
quelled. Parts

of speech sorta
leaked. A plumber
view of points. A

troll assessment
skulked
in pain, in

skin.

Sunday, November 14, 2004

cdxliii.
For numbers
read cudgel. (Build
democracy? Where?)

A chorus
of gunfire. Great
gadgets the curse

of celebrity. Initially
gung-ho miracle
victim. The

doctored image; head-
quarters to jail. The
sirens wail.

Saturday, November 13, 2004

cdxlii.
Carve
to form; came
to town. 'Avoid

trouble.' Trouble
strikes again. Known
for its

sophistication. Sniper
triangle goes
head to head. 'You

can't just walk
up the red
carpet, you

know.'

Thursday, November 11, 2004

cdxli.
Departing from
the rule
of law. Out

of cultural
wholeness.
Madonna

on pilgrimage.
Chad
returns

to sender.
'What
was most

impressive
was the warm
and friendly

approach.'

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

cdxl.
Handcuffed, tied, yet
resolutely determined. Too
much skin impels

bomber. George
Washington bridge. A
perfume wakes

you ill. Rat
runs
to the south. Ironically, he

felt despondent. The
martyrs school.

Tuesday, November 09, 2004

cdxxxix.
Incoming camp but knots
untied. A refried
education abuts

sandpit - a dangerous
area (again: at odds over
cancer turmoil). 'Waiting

for a knock
on the door.' 'Some angle or
attitude

not out of
a book.'

Monday, November 08, 2004

cdxxxviii.
Absent baby sparks
excitement. Day
at odds skipped a

scale. Assassins on
the gangplank. 'I get
less bloody.' Unmanned

academics coax
a mother. 'I
get less.' Awareness

of an obstacle ahead.

Sunday, November 07, 2004

cdxxxvii.
Walk through park. Subliminal
idolatry. 'It just isn't
human nature

to kill a man.' In case
of crazed parent smuggle
hope. Influx satanic feast. 'The world

will now go
to some darker
places.' He has 'wasted

his substance'.

Thursday, November 04, 2004

cdxxxvi.
'You
f**king fools.' (Who,
us?) A heat-

seeking
swing state. Cut
price

dark age
beckons. 'Whitman
would have loved

Bush.' Hang
bunting out - let's
go to Falluja

to celebrate!

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

cdxxxv.
For hobby re-
write man. 'Not
as you had

to become.' 'The
last person
to whom

that idea
occurred.' Mumbo
jumbo. New

age torture. 'Do,
even though the thought
of it

frightens you.'

Tuesday, November 02, 2004

cdxxxiv.
Stub explodes. Snub
nose. Shock
wave. Slave.

'Sex,
sex, sex,
sex, sex.' 'O

most
sapient robot,
danger

makes apt. Watching
mines explode, porn
splits arts. O

most
master
of minds.'

Monday, November 01, 2004

cdxxxiii.
'I just wanna talk
to a human being!' No
one

was derailed. Killed
while disarming. Far
grittier icon

of cool dismissed as
window dressing. Shake
doubters. Unarmed prince son

of the soil. Will
run and run and run.