Month: June 2009 (Page 1 of 6)

from Louise

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR FRIEND.

I SEND MY LOVE AND HOPES FOR YOU TO HAVE MANY MORE YEARS OF JOY AND PRODUCTIVITY.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

LOUISE

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ah, well, it does look like there will be many more! And you are a large part of why!

Remember when I was always asking when would I get a girl and you said when I was forty because women like older men? I said with my luck, i would die at thirty nine! We were both wrong! It happened much earlier! [I know you saw the willing women around me back then… But I did not!] and I am still alive and ticking!

We here have started looking for when we can come up there for a visit. Probably after the summer festival season in September.

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

got the cheesecake!

yum! What a birthday!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

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Happy Birthday.

I’m glad you were born.

xo Pablo

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me too, Pabby! I am having a blast living!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

POW POW

(from Tomek:)

Call for Artists: POW! POW! mini performance art festival

Call for Artists: POW! POW! mini performance art festival
application deadline extended!

POW! POW! 2nd annual mini performance art festival in San Francisco is searching for original “cutting edgy” performance art works!

Are you willing to take more risks in your performances? Is there any performance piece you always wanted to do, but couldn’t, because it didn’t fit into your funding organization’s agenda? Did you limit your artistic vision because you thought it might “offend” your politically correct grandmother or someone else? If so, your prayers have been answered! POW! POW! 2nd annual mini performance art festival opens a free expression space for any kind of performance art with “no strings attached!”

The only festival of its type, POW! POW! actually encourages and supports performance artists to do…whatever they want!!! Unlike other funded festivals, POW! POW! is a grass roots festival run by artists and for artists themselves. POW! POW! believes in expressing and/or experimenting with anything artists want without aesthetic, moral, or social limitations. Since POW! POW! is not funded, there are “no strings attached.” In spring of 2008 the first POW! mini performance art festival was a huge success. We received press in the San Francisco Chronicle and numerous other local publications, and had sold out nights of our shows. We anticipate the 2009 POW! POW! to be even better!!

Selected works will be performed at The Climate Theater in San Francisco, California during our 2nd Annual mini performance art festival on October 15, 16, and 17th, 2009.http://www.climatetheater.com/

What we are looking for:
– Risky, outrageous, adventurous creative work
-6 hour continuous installations
-30 minute or less performance pieces
-Artists who are not afraid to express themselves

POW! POW! is looking for low tech or semi-low tech body-based performance art.

What we DO want:
Original, out of the box, risky, outrageous, adventurous and creative action work based on body, time and action (s)

What we DON’T want:

Anything that looks like conventional theater, dance (choreography), music or media work.

Wanna apply? Please send us the following:
-One page proposal
-Arty Bio
-E-mail address
-Website link (if applicable)
-Video summary to give us an idea of your work + ideas in the format of VHS, DVD, or working YouTube links
-$20 application fee – check or money order made out to group A

Send all of this and your soul to:
POW! POW!
PO Box 9492
Oakland, CA 94613

IN HAND DEADLINE: EXTENDED TO 07/01/09!!!!
You will be notified by email if your piece has been accepted by the first week of July 2009.

For questions please contact powsf@yahoo.com
www.myspace.com/powminiperformanceartfestival

The curators/producers of this show are:
Alyssa Lee of group A, and gal*in_dog AKA Guillermo Galindo

p.s. please forward to interested artists!

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thanks, Tomek! I am sending them a proposal right now for “AN ACT OF DIRECT ENGAGEMENT. ” it sounds like they are looking for us. But we will see if they want cutting edge or just “edgy! “

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

friday’s performance

Last night was a great birthday present. At the end of the performance, I kept saying it was the “best “ performance we have done… Which is really a meaningless statement. What is “the best”? But it was equal to the UCB performances and the one in Brooklyn. In some performances you have to squeeze possibilities out of rocks! Other performances are a flood of possibilities and potential paths that you need to weave together the best you can. This was that kind. Some of the potentials slipped through without being fully developed… Such as the woman who did non linear non verbal art therapy. But it was a feast of willing people hungry for going deep within experimental play together. Of course the night started with an uptight woman. This time she was in a wheelchair. Her attendant brought her because she said she wanted to participate. But it was quickly revealed that she wanted to keep on being a crip. But the space quickly filled up with people who wanted to play and to sing with her. It became obvious that she did not want to drop her mask!

And there was the future minister made dense by dogma.

But the rest were ready to jam and dance and play, ready to put on almost nude costumes. Even the conversation was aroused making love. Ava Bird, the poet, read some of her poems about pussies, backed up musically by Tomek and Kene-J, while people undressed one another and put on the costumes. Then the musicians created a sexy musical ecstasy in which people danced into a tansexual trance, quivering flesh of pleasure of deep contact. Carol Swan began to vocalize non-verbal eerie wails, destroying time. Ava did an immensely rich full amazing reading of the first twenty pages of my novel, THE INNER MAZE, understanding everything, giving context to the ever changing dance. Everything meshed together! To put it simply, everything kept getting deeper, showing what is possible. And it was so much fun!

This series is clearly building!

DA BOYZ:

it was a trip going over on a Friday evening … we hustled to get the car unpacked and start the set-up. Tomek was there almost immediately, loading in his stuff! We were in a groove with set-up, and were ready just as it turned 8-o-clock. There were folks already there, Carol Swann and her friend, Charles, a woman in a power wheelchair, Chloe, with her young blonde assistant, Rae … The guy who later told Frank he is studying to become a Lutheran pastor was there early on too, with a girlfriend …

The very beginning of the performance was Frank talking to Chloe and Rae … Linda said later that it was perhaps the most intense part of the performance … Chloe obviously was very capable, could talk, sing, etc., and there is Frank, in a wheelchair too, and can’t talk! They had no idea that it was HIS performance before they showed up! Chloe just clammed up, and Rae spoke for her … Linda said later that they imagined it was going to plant some seeds in their relationship … Rae knew that Chloe could have participated much more, but she just closed down … Rae told Frank that Chloe is a whiz with song lyrics and loves listening to music and singing along … so Frank said, “Let’s test that!” Linda asked Alexi to come up with a song, and of course on the spot, his mind went blank! All he could come up with was “Help!”, since she had mentioned “Beatles” … Pretty soon, the whole crowd, of maybe 18 people, plus us, were singing “Help, I need somebody …” But Chloe didn’t make a peep … They stayed a while though … and we saw Chloe at times with a huge smile on her face, and she was really fascinated when Unru-lee and Nell undressed each other and put on costumes … but Chloe and Rae left just as the dancing was starting up … It is amazing how quickly and directly Frank’s work calls people to their core, gives complete freedom and total responsibility, and then to see what people do with that … We were all saying later that Chloe hid behind “crip”, rather than following Frank’s lead … even as he spelled it out for her … how he could sing, and could fake not knowing the lyrics, or the tune!

Then Frank talked to Charles and Carol … Charles wanted to ask a question … he had seen Frank around from the 70s on, and wanted to know where he might have been seeing him … it turned out that Charles is a dancer, and Frank invited him and Carol to dance with him erotically later … Carol said she was shy! Charles was willing! He said that he felt all dancing was erotic, really. Frank said that all of life is erotic … if it goes deep. Talking is erotic, if it is not just on the surface … It felt like a lot of people in the group really got this, and loved it …

Then Frank moved on, talking with the guy who said he was studying community-building through art, and had found Frank from a poster or an online listing … and had read up about him a bit … he said he had found that Frank was very “influential”. Frank asked how “influential”?? He talked about the NEA grant, and Jesse Helms, and Frank and Linda told the story … it was always interesting to hear the story, especially in this context, with people who were hearing it for the first time … But this guy, who was also going to become a Lutheran pastor, didn’t seem to get what Frank was getting at, when he talked about churches giving out cookies or potluck … in reference to community building, and Temescal. At Temescal, they weren’t supposed to give out any food now, were never technically allowed to, without a certain license! It was a crackdown on community building, but this guy didn’t seem to connect it all, especially not with himself … later, we were all talking about this, and how he seemed to limit things into a particular box, not able to see the bigger picture Frank was painting … it was one of those times when Frank’s words went over like lead balloons, not because of Frank, but because the Lutheran was not taking it in … Meanwhile, we saw that the rest of the folks there were really taking it all in … it felt like people really “got” Frank right away at this performance …

Then Frank was talking with Unru-Lee and the girl he brought with him, a hands-on sex educator, Nell, and soon had them undressing each other and putting on costumes … then talking with the woman who was studying Expressive Arts Therapy at CIIS, and her boyfriend, who had seen Frank before at DadaFests … she really resonated with the flier for the performance because of the emphasis on solving problems through play, art, physicality … Frank said that this is why he focuses on the physical, and that we needed a new word instead of “therapy”, which always implied “goals” … She said that “shaman” had also drawn her to the performance, because she saw that what native cultures did to heal their tribe, through shamanistic art, music, dance, etc., was what she was going for … Her boyfriend created social adventures for corporate types! He also created games for friends, with obstacles, treasure hunts, “plants” … Frank asked him if he could guess who the “plants” were at this performance? He said everyone except for the Lutheran! Frank said, “Very good!” And then thanked his girlfriend for bringing him, as if she were in on it! Frank said, “But I might be lying!”

Then there were the two guys, one of whom had seen us at the Temescal Street Fair, and the girl who we ran into in front of MoJoe Cafe … who liked to dance! And her friend, who was building a house … Frank was beginning to spin the plates! Soon he had a bunch of “plates” in the air at the same time! Meanwhile Tomek was playing an amazing soundtrack to the whole piece … Frank’s “son” Kene-J soon joined him … Ava Bird was there too, with a friend from Venice, CA, and Frank had her reading her poetry while the Lutheran undressed Linda and Jen … He also had Charles and Carol dance together …

Then Frank had the house-builder undress him, and then had Unru-Lee join Ava at the mic, the two of them reading Frank’s novel together while Nell danced with Frank erotically, and the MoJoe girl danced with Linda and Jen … the slides and strobes came on, the amazing music continued … the lights went out … the trance building … This is around the time when a number of people left, in small waves … Later Alexi was saying that he always wished he could hear what all these folks thought too! The trance got deeper and deeper … Unru-lee joined Nell, dancing with Frank at one point, and then went down to lie on the floor … Linda, Jen and the MoJoe girl danced and danced … the girl becoming softer and softer, letting go into it … we said later that it was really neat to watch! At some point the two dances melded together around Frank … the MoJoe girl slowly drifted away at a certain point … Linda, Jen and Nell danced with/on Frank, erotic, liquid … the slides creating amazing combinations of images and bodies together … At one point, Charles came up to dance with all of them …

At some point, Nell left the dance, and lay with Unrulee on the floor for a while, and Jen, Linda and Frank danced deeply warmly erotically together … Almost everyone at this point had left … Ava continued reading Frank’s novel, chapter after chapter, an amazing reading … creating the trance along with everything else … she said later that Frank’s words fit her … she was really blown away by the performance, by being part of that feeling … Her friend from Venice really loved it too, had just melted into it … and said afterward that he was ready to “move in”!
At some point, Nell and Unru-lee came back up to dance with Linda, Jen and Frank … it was beautiful, soft, warm … and as Ava came to the end of the last chapter, the dance “ended” …
Frank asked Nell and Unru-lee to talk about their experience of the performance … They both really enjoyed it … Nell said something about the trance-like feeling of it … Frank said, “Come back!” Kene-J said that anything that combines art and nudity, “I’m there!” Frank said, “And rap!” Ava talked about how amazing it was for her to read Frank’s piece with the dancing, etc. She really loved it, and kept saying, “Thank you for all the fun!” Linda talked about how good it felt … Frank said it might have been the best performance …

Then we got to breaking down the set … saying goodbyes to Ava and her friend, Unru-lee and Nell, Tomek … Frank would be jamming with Tomek on the streets of Oakland the next Friday!
We all had plums and popcorn and packed up, and were talking about how amazing the performance was, how it felt like everyone had come ready to participate, unlike recent performances, where Frank had to get past the sour actresses sent from “Central Casting”! And then had to work hard to get stuff going with the others that came … This time, people were open and there to play!

Soon we were locking things up, and heading home, talking more about the performance … the way people took Frank in … it was really neat to watch!

JEN:

People started coming in right away. Carol Swann, our neighbour, arrived with a friend. A woman, Chloe, who was in a wheelchair was there with her attendant Ray. There were many others that kept trickling in as Frank talked to everyone. Frank asked Chloe what she liked to do, and if she sang. Ray had to answer for her because she would not answer, like she was wriggling under a spotlight. Very uncomfortable. Ray said they went to music events and that Chloe really liked to sing, could sing anything in fact, even songs she didn’t know! Frank tested her and we all sang the Beatles ‘Help!’ but she didn’t join in.

There was a guy there who was studying to be a Lutheran minister, and was also learning how to build communities. Frank asked him if they served milk and cookies to the kids at bible study. He wanted to make a point about community building. The Temescal Arts Center where we perform is getting pressure from the city and one of the new rules it has to follow is that anyone performing can not give out any food or drink because there’s no cabaret license. This kind of thing blocks community building. The minister in training didn’t really get it and the point Frank was trying to make kept getting cut short with his confused responses, but Frank kept trying. There was another couple, one woman who did nonlinear art therapy and her boyfriend that did corporate communication and community building. The girl said that her work consisted of mainly nonverbal therapy for people because it can usually get deeper into what is really going on. Frank said that’s why he uses a lot of nonverbal communication in his work, but he said that the word ‘therapy’ implies there is a goal. It was great just to listen to all the dialogue going on. There was another couple and the guy was Unruly who knew Frank from years back. He was there with his sex therapist girlfriend. The place was packed! Frank kept talking to everyone asking them what they did, how they found out about the performance etc. and then quickly getting deeper into whatever with them. Carol and her partner were contact dancers and Frank asked if they would dance erotically with him. Carol seemed shocked but the guy agreed. Frank said he liked to go into uncomfortable places. Then Frank asked Unruly and his girlfriend to undress each other and put on come costumes.

Ava arrived with a friend from Venice Beach. She had brought her poems. Frank had her come up and read some of them while the minister in training undressed Linda and I. Then a girl that the boyz gave a flyer to danced with us. Frank orchestrated everyone. Tomek and Kene-J played really great mesmerizing beautiful music. Carol and her friend contact danced, and it was erotic with them rolling around together on the floor. Unruly and his girlfriend danced with Frank, and Linda me and the other girl danced together while Ava read about pussies and blood and underwear. We all quickly melted together in the dance and the music. It was very transcendental, but it was just the beginning. We danced for a while, and then we all danced with Frank, Unruly’s girlfriend rubbing on his lap and then Linda me and the other girl all around them. The music was all within us and we were moving within each other, hips swaying, heads and arms connecting and caressing. The girl left at some point, and then Unruly’s girlfriend left as well to go to the bathroom. When Frank Linda and I danced it got very deep intimate small. The focus intensified and we melted into one another warm and sexy. Ava had been reading Frank’s novel, all 9 chapters of nonlinear dreamlike stream. That brought it all together with the music and the movement. She was such a great reader and made it make sense because she understood it. She thinks in that nonlinear way. We were deep in trance, one with the space. It isn’t like performing, playing to the audience. It’s like revealing, opening up in a public space with the performance as a frame. It felt natural up there, like we do that all the time. I didn’t think of anyone there watching, I just was there with you and we were enjoying being together in a very deep way.

When Ava reached the end of the novel, Unruly and his girlfriend had shed the costumes they were wearing and joined us until the end of the dance. I lifted my head and saw that the rest of the audience had left. Wow, what a great time! I was buzzing. Frank asked Unruly and his girlfriend what they thought of the evening. They loved it! Unruly said that he had wished to eroplay with everyone there. But when we talked about it later, the way it happened was much more intimate. His girlfriend thanked Frank for the experience. Kene-J said that anywhere there’s art and nudity, he’s there! Tomek had a great time playing, as always. And Ava felt very honored to have read Frank’s novel to everyone out loud like that. Not an easy thing to do! She is amazing. Frank kept saying ‘it’s building’. He also said it was the best performance he’s ever done. It was amazing and the feeling just kept going as we took the set down, packed up and back into the car.

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

chapter 4

Tired eyes wide enough to change completely from San Francisco to come over now. She thought me mad! Life, how I contribute into what I imagine. Valentin feebly waved his hand and fell a-trembling with water and certainly had it posted up before the gurus serious cannonade captain Nemo himself should bloomed over tomorrow . Justice, intimacy, music, playing, trying figure out why people do the math. Volcanic depressions cuddling were sleeping like Sardanapalus exclaimed. Tristram pursued with characteristic audacity of transferring from diorama to rapidity of the war on art, music, culture and people getting together continues with characteristic outbursts of viola d’amore eternal exile and fear of epochs of immediate cancellation of deaf ears despite repeatedly recycled sex. Without touching, with you outside of the legal fire wall around the wall around the sole guest. Agree with erotica rural setting and trimming the trim tidy beaver pink coral opening wet weather deep probe, hump and generally poke into what I face. Woman, madam Newman, Instinctively turned to me and jammed her grown-up fingers into my carnal shit hole. Just then all shit from Betty blew up before the rays of our marketing research. We googled the trim possibly fail edge of the legal questions about getting together seeing people loving you. I’m especially anxious to get me out by breaking down the dark depths of immediate wooing the dark copses . I understand puking but within five hundred feet beneath the surface of the usual and the difficulty of how much longer should we explore those unknown freedoms of the veery and jammed nothing sexual emotion part of myself before they could come into Koblenz. A process of deciding not to require late fees was given before talking sex softly repeated by topless waitress bugging, bringing maximum breadth measured firmly wedged between my teeth, hard work! Ned replied coldly, “sir, fate has shown me the word! Cults as a description corresponds with characteristic yawning audibly what happened to be projected upon both bodies of the faces of madame Urbain! “

Meanwhile, captain exclaims, “strike, stripped down to nuts, pussy pies and the skins of beasts after sex acts! Swallowing down half a cock headed due southward through various depths, holes in the invasions and… Yes I shuddered pleasure all shit from Betty, blew on her starboard quarter the sea of unknown freedom. Active movement producing electricity erotic warmth the suffered at the games, wonderful softness running through playing along with teeny girls who had taken care of me, lying on the dudes who weren’t giving much. “

Embarrassed scruples of anyone who breathes pleasure in, freedom out. Why people do all that? The actors aren’t blind! Satisfaction of letting you into my carnal shit when most of us can work like horses have rushed through vetchling and jammed in your pussy harpoon deep probe into her connective pussy and play something dirty fun with characteristic yellow orange oblong openings and play together. Continues with crawling along with giddy speed, I felt fatigued from my dreams slash kill me! Kill me with water and certainly head on crashes! Pull me mad hard into you! Wet soft flesh inner maze body splashed sea-water pink warm handling of anyone. Asked Nancy! This is wonderful softness indeed… She gives pearls found adequate expression of unaccountable caprice of nature on such days as these! Lighted joints, crack jokes that were tipped badly under plastic overlay probably illegal, as I understand it. Legally questionable all pleasure fallen into taboo art, music and dancing nude together continues underground uncensored unconscious unexpected opportunities, united Stytes and certainly before long mythologize and opportunity continued watching over tomorrow. Caves in freedom, active little crutch ting-a-ling tingling as much astonished pleasure squirting cucumber squatting in good Downing and generally traveled across the universe including being dirty, free to be! Illegal and dancing nude, they went beneath love, bringing up anytime actually started wondering about getting over tomorrow. Caves in possibilities in particular cuddling cudbear hugging, fur rubbed my legs and arms—and everything opened up before the shuddering with pleasure and pain—bah, horror, fear of just doing just cuddling just living happily! All pleasure and play is much too much! Deafening! Must be muted, deadened, numbed! But how? How much? Each syllable is a seed plant in a seedy old alley of unaccountable astonishment, paralysed, stiffened my canned reality, so fragile ego that any Christian charity or unregenerate good time could see the universe shatter in to luver summer possibilities!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

Re: hi, guys!

Hey Frank, Linda,

I did at last re-edit & reformat your great Berkeley interview with Penny for a 4 part (28 minute each) Lower East Side Biography Project special series. I’m sending you two copies of a DVD with the 4 programs. It really turned out great and we plan to run them some time in July. I’ll let you know when I figure out exactly when. I mistakingly called the programs Shaman’s Den but I reckon that’s not critical for the New York audience and an excellent title in any case.

I will drop DVD’s in the post tomorrow to the address below. Copy freely.

Hope you both are well.
Steve

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can’t wait to see it, Steve! It is a high honour to be included in the LOWER EAST SIDE BIOGRAPHY PROJECT!

And, Penny, the next time you come out, we should get together!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

CHAPTER THREE

OK OKAY OKIE OF BERKELEY! Want to have the spell of truth imprisoned unwilling witnesses of the reality of programs filling up everywhere. Let me dig down to remind me of folly until later, folks! Keep on the reality which agitated shadows mounting actresses for years and work with me. Digging for the truth deeper into the truth. It talking with you, with Aurora and the others crowded my brain becoming stupefied, awaited them faith broken faith broken dreams! Slash of folly but wisdom which may be able to procure real life. How I contribute into what I imagine was injected by loud bellowings such meaningful questions. I write this imperfect glimpse under these conditions with Aurora and you coming back again before they could come into the shithead and you coming to the contents of folly. I am only a maniac puppet. You say very much. Embarrassed scruples of running aground, bringing maximum breadth measured more than fifty atmospheres equivalent to saying trust me. So the art thump down models stood upon pedestals in Paris. They were fast cutting edge and began to loosen secretions and bring me there. I did pot and experimented tripping dropping things slurred the art. Anything dreadful fit into what I imagine. Nothing sexual, just cuddling that is how dumb I was! Just dragging chains like Marley’s ghost, dumbly entreating to procure fresh particles of truth deeper and arranged them methodically as though melted on compulsion and experimented was injected into insanity. This is wonderful! Softness of early folly until later, folks. Match Paul! Yin and Yang and fun with you next few months, soap washing dishes, eh. You know what I will say next! Few months after we upgrade reality of sail tossed skyward and fell a-trembling with running aground bringing maximum breathing plunged under these darkness eerie feelings whipping kind of twilight filling with water and already encrusted others. Crowded my brain becoming impracticable above us, floated mainly hanging out in romantically focused on hugging Raquela !

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

chapter 2

The bad vibes of pondering preferences put some of orgies where we will also explore over forty thousand places in my bed. Polly asked Nancy to execute Dirksen back order cuddling and other amenities of bugging before they could come into the room at the core of my galley beds under ordinary conditions favourable for observations. I wished merely to save mind-blowing being dumb. We are performing straight lines due southward through green veins running through Bright lights, washing dishes eh yes perfectly motionless that you should be here for the creative visualization specific adjustment prayer radical fasting positive thinking telepathic gem therapy, creative visualization and other amenities. I am excited about getting together with Sidney and you! Ben got it for me and Linda. Has just been launched into insanity! This is wonderful softness running through various blocks lighter than water and will gladly resave rough outlines of vast oceans. Coming from San Francisco as personal myth around me, protecting me from drawing blood. They feared what might be called courage until later when I went back and posted Sincerely your friend wish that when you know what may happen about getting together, seeing people gentlemen every night and day. Except when I moved back home, Linda stressed that we published one of the normal human beings towards European papers yellow orange violet indigo and blue stripes down many of the inner rooms coming from irony, lifted from Santa Fe straight passage under plastic overlay probably is running away—she must be simply turning funny when people watch best of late night on compulsion and blue blacks whatever between physical problems with breathing plunged under these circumstances, escape their own personal loveliness. Madame Tussaud’s exhibition of marksmanship at ucla was going to do exactly what John had said. Beam me up with your bass amp. If you can send me to fuck it up, I should learn what might be called courage If you can send me to fuck it up, I should learn what might be called courage until you have responded with letters politely telling me how could I have been waiting for authorization from regional rapid tremblings of keto form of questions from my dreams of gateway of terrible apprehensions.

It soon became clear that you should be here for the creative visualization. The opening events unforeseen may happen about being respectable, honest. Girl, come out to pick out what is fucking, eat your friend! Wish that will be absolutely glorious. The Glorious Revolution of terrible pressure and consequently undergo hardships and slavery so you didn’t believe in recycling dudes who weren’t giving much more practical instincts; freely overtopping most people unhappy. Child, you oughtn’t to fuck the inner maze, furrowing this narrow passage secretly perhaps because of the spiritual nonsense Grace and slavery. Can Chris Considine of Victoria argue the inner side of this confused impersonal spectacular interest of education? This summer camp with the kids dropped into adventures which freaked out again among these rules already knocked off my cork-jacket and will gladly give them a morbid sleep, full of amazing shit and will vocalize unverbally round and jazz up of amazing shit from Betty. Gives pearls, beads and jewelry to fuck it pass the horizon of questions from my dreams of gateway of terrible work followed by loud exclamations and shouts and howls and Yawns dislocated of eroticism, politics because they want her as hard, as iron clad and consequently larger than any woman. Madam, how could you provide for even this imperfect glimpse of American humor? Forbade her coming up before the world. Ask such meaningful questions next time. You will play them on their backs. Sick man! Flying northward I went back home, telling Lizzie to fuck and will vocalize erect attitude with members of American civilization… But we appeared to have hit upon communicating back home. Why do anything dreadful nightmare hold on tight upon examining again among these rules, states that will cut out my dreams? Slash, slash, slash slashing and kiss her breast and belly and throat and upper ribs stripped down models of fucking the normal boxes of eroticism. Whatever between physical bodies of fucking eat my dreams slash was nervous. Whenever I and you have poems too hot, bed of orgies explore over oils the philosophy, eroticism looked at the opening of possibilities, forced into adventures, basically improve everything opened up before the world. Love live and play together, seeing people, loving comrades in being dirty spankers and play something dirty fun life. Let me know how we got married but finally yielding to fuck and play. Tortures of eroticism of possibilities forced into adventures, articulating each syllable clearly and without being crushed by the musical exploration of questions about getting together, seeing people loving. Little uncensored reality tends to be absolutely glorious, running through playing along with teeny tiny ripples of possibilities. Cuddling and other fun deep spiritual exploring of eroticism of American humor that will cut out the normal position of having wanted very much in earnest and without noticing these annoying begging rules confuse and disturb and without strength soon teach them something dirty. Fun life, let me know how we keep popping up everywhere. Well, if I’ll promise you not to mention rumours which agitated shadows on the wall, will you tell us what might be called your love, your lovely body splashed with letters of pure friendship? Nevertheless I think I cannot judge beforehand that guesses what might destroy me. Up with the kids and whomsoever approached within five hundred LEAGUES in being dirty white smoke burst from the civic service besides otherwise assorted careers. Actually read this imperfect view of any kind of twilight filling with your own generosity, personified what I’ve been groaning fitfully every now and then microscopic magnifying the musical universe including your own eyes where all is possible, poetry of expression, even more than we want to know!

You were sleeping on various depths. I did not see the magical cave of twilight. But we will get there together, seeing and hearing nothing of disagreeable rigidity of American civilization. True, unlimited life is a battle of expectations without pictures, blocks. You oughtn’t hold on. Compulsion and other contrivances not anyway between physical bodies are crushed beneath love of friends and conducting them to admit they are gunning for you. How about the freedom active movement producing electricity erotic warmth?

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

the first “chapter”

I have started writing a novel… What is a novel anyway? Here is the first chapter.

THE INNER MAZE
Frank Moore
5/28/2009

ONE

I am playing with a healthy dose of pure fun! Life let me know how! We got all day without tests with members quickly frowned, shook their expectations without touching. It works very well, but we appeared to have hit men, gurus, spiritual Teachers, etc in secret alliance, and disturb me lying on it social activities, whatever. They do understand puking, but finally jumped lightly beside me, keeping pace with my physical needs, etc. Dale told me about being respectable, honest, old neck bitten open and posted up before the show so you determined not to decide things by yourself. Damned if I’ll help you, sir! Interrupted me, will you?! Allow me to find a space that you should be here at. To shoot it social theory favorable to quiet conversation turned on various pretexts and disturb me lying on the current domestic circle encloses a completely abandoned country.

The boys are inked to be having my first female figure out right before the show. Is the best time for us to get together? Can be! On both levels, I should learn what might be suffocated, crushed beneath the surface of the normal tension in general. He was nervous whenever I came. He hid behind their expectations without touching. It works very dark and twisted. His gloves then without touching with members bare of public feeling came through the opening which had already admitted my concerns. I know who are healthy! They may have found adequate expression in works of vengeance. Animated sensitive plants! Rudimentary ideas of vengeance animated discussion sprang to execute his girlfriend for a special introduction of high-speed grapple yarders loggers roadbuilders surveyors bush-bound Natives and twisted perverted blues. Emotional delight is excited. Merchants common sailors captains of vessels leaving Glasgow or Liverpool or Havre. It soon became clear that you should be here at seven o’clock when Ned and Conseil avoided speaking for fear of betraying themselves during the summer solstice. Of betraying her, grown-up daughter Denise was nervous. And you who don’t live streaming behind her with anecdotes of Western life, let me know how we got all booked up! How about this? Gently upon my arrival, come out again among these brutes during our sleep. Had taken care of me, lying on the surface of the normal tension in the morning. Preparations for departure were begun. Go down to earth. Peace, goodwill towards me! Silently watching over forty diseases of public record. Please understand me and what I will say next. I am playing, trying on costumes and other swag ! We will also explore the philosophy of the normal human beings towards women who don’t care about YOU—though the opening events unforeseen circumstance would prevent the bad habit of pondering on various pretexts. They may have found adequate nutrition with multivitamins included knowing how to lose bad vibes!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

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