Ananomie of Criticism

I am come to you as an alien.
I am sorry that my fault have make much
   trouble to you.
I too lay my threadbare heart to you.
I spin the wheel of the Future of Luck.
Like the child on the shore I pick up the
cobble and find the whole sea.
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I dream to study in you since a little thing.
Though quite honesty, I am a little jealousy.
I dream to be inside you pink eastern bones.
I remain your green light.

I ♥ Theory

I bring the noise to all good girls and boys
   (Santa Claus Theory (Empty Sack Theory)).
Kid A Effect Theory: Lotte Lenya, Newcleus,
   Black Francis, Outkast.

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Bad Faith Theory; see Blind Faith Theory.

—Louder Theory!

Disbeliever Theory. Nambly Pambly Theory. Peaches, Apples, and
   Apricots Theory.
   Honeyism. Worker Bee Theory. Dead Bee Espousal Theory.
   Perfumed Petalism in a Bowl Theory.

—Example Theory!

Genre Theory. Idealism. Post-Marxism. Professionalism. Pre-
   Confessionalism. Deconstruction Theory. Structure
   Constructionism. Crimsonalism. Poloamnesianism. Vicarism.

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Charism.
The Hook Theory.
Isthmusism.
Spin the Record Backwardism.
Over and Underism.
Theory of Choice.
Chipism (Shoulder Theory).
Cheap Lighterism.
Out of Fluid Theory.

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Here we must insist on the Shafts of Light Theory. Cold
   Concretionism demands it.

Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys in Concert

Can't honestly say these people sound like playboys as we might most likely think of them today. Nowadays we call these things recliners. But Bob Wills, old Bob Wills. It was polished and lethargic and falsely witty, that night, that groove, it was highly rhetorical country. Self-consciously so or not I can't rightly say. All I can think about is how to start succeeding outside my window, directly so, outside behind the store beside my room. It's seven after one and I've no earthly idea how to do it.

Can't say it seems likely I'm going to be smoking a cigarette anytime soon. There wasn't anything promising in the garbage can and I'm committed not to buying any. Seriously though, I'd sure just like one single cigarette. Let 'em whimper, let 'em whimper, and the fiddles come in.

I'm not saying it's not good, I know it's good. I can tell. But it doesn't mitigate the resin. It makes me feel like I'm an interloper in my own body.

Some amalgamation of country and swing and what's commonly called race music. Saint Looie Blues followed by Gone Indian played by a man in a cowboy hat for an appreciative hick audience will tell you that. We could have been dancing all this time, but Bob Wills and me both know she'd say Just Friends. I better just ask her flat out if she's prepared to fuck her friends.

Kid A

Literally written with the pen that touch the black girl's hand, Radiohead/ new/ Kid A take its place among the righteous. Do not believe whatever words you've ever heard, they ain't happening baby baby

This year's whatevermind, or just whatever? Who whatsoever will shall/ shall/ pro-vide. A likes it. A doesn't like it. A is defensive about it, using the horns to buttress an argument. The horns are plenty much part of it. The horns blow, th/ /alls all fall down already, not a monumental A says A says nope already, just a step back kid A is increaseatingly interested.

He no. He no. That dilapidated kid he no. A say he no. A say nope he don't know shit. That kid he A say deformity kid A no debauchery A say prematurely. That why A say ejaculate, garbage pit, heap, shit, drill, kid, A, say, say sinister, A say A say then say tossed off the gorgeous ledge made by whatever A say.

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