BIO
Lewis LaCook makes things. He is a programmer/poet. He likes unstable objects. He doesn't eat enough. Send him all your money.
EXCAVATING THE WEEKEND THIS WEEKDAY MORNING
Mother draped a shawl of morning light
over the trees. Little Lewis
is not asleep. We kept the hotel room
very cold. I couldn't see him
because of the shroud she wrapped me
in. Father dissolved not early
enough. We kept the lobby filled
with books that got booted
away. Now that fat woman and her
fat daughter filled
with I saw a opossum scurry
across the parking lot too
nights ago (that turned and
watched me with a skulled-up
face) are getting into their car and
driving off. Father allows this nicely
burnished air to cave into the space
he filled. Little Lewis climbs
inside. The hotel room kept us
almost asleep enough this weekend.
John Bennett is a very funny man.
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over the trees. Little Lewis
is not asleep. We kept the hotel room
very cold. I couldn't see him
because of the shroud she wrapped me
in. Father dissolved not early
enough. We kept the lobby filled
with books that got booted
away. Now that fat woman and her
fat daughter filled
with I saw a opossum scurry
across the parking lot too
nights ago (that turned and
watched me with a skulled-up
face) are getting into their car and
driving off. Father allows this nicely
burnished air to cave into the space
he filled. Little Lewis climbs
inside. The hotel room kept us
almost asleep enough this weekend.
John Bennett is a very funny man.
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LUTE SOLO
Lute erasure slinking custom-made demonstrations
beside blessing
track muted now for pleasure folder. Pressure croaker
scribing
scripts running on this page user-defined functions
with now
freshly-cut nails. Made damn near water cooler codex
shopping
posh sophist appendices. Not-lute limp and draggle.
Not-limp plus
somber grass sarcasm. Diddle wooden limb flicks while
ahistory
singes Vietnamese manpower wallop. Pollute says
concrete poetics
ringwise in teagreen gaps. These flowers surprise.
Dimple wisdom
seaward dusky sudden cut and paste safety footing,
toothy ream
gleanings. Then it follows that we must altar our
engagement with
it.
She hesitates at the door. Odor of grass slush
sullied by
lessons celibate from daytime emmy nominations. Ankle
crepe lyric
serious as saddened chance operation theater reddens
with width
and flat ululation. Sensulaity insular. Lunchtime
poetics sipping
pastoral catholicism sits. Pissing reads. Starting at
the bottom
and working her way down, raster graphics framing
markable zen
escalation lactates like salad. Not-lute unlimps pill
drippings
as this our emphasized period piece distends.
Siddharta rah-rah
harping. Broken smoke like crushed butterfly licks on
tuba
abbatoir rasta graffix lettuce trauma. Non-lube
dislips unpill
dryness. Porcelain smudge. Muddy cafeteria.
Your love interest beckons.
Your luxurious interior retrospectives
prosecution of
cessation like an animal's blundered spoke. Isn't it
about time
for a phone call from meaning? She twines around
walking legs
with a mask of soft facile cloaca. What is it the baby
wants?
Humming, mother sucks you off. It's just enough. Dough
flags
garble root tourist folder awful much.
The loose tucks you often flotation tattoo around
pulse
gnarling system cache. Calling a truce placid
exemplifies flying
pilfer features. Creation attack what's moping plaza
heartfelt.
Hurt curl rust. Hurled cubist stump matter, training
vaseline to
line your concern with geld. Let her letter laptop
palindromes.
Let her lose not-luck culling newspaper trails up
and/or
hyphenate down. You apostrophe I need.
Liquor up the language butts juxtapositioned
endearment
buttering fly allegations while pain licks paint bliss
off her
shelves alive with glass islands.
You try. Tired, lawnmower wombs mountain cleavage
brigands
sapped lurid power modules classing library face
greedy with
spool breeze. Apelike cashew stubs sacrifice for your
latest work
hunger like molding train of fairy gruel. Swimming
toward the
door, Salvia via aqueducts. Wash her with prepositions
like
ecology mystifies simple living. Ample loving leaves a
trace of
the truth in insects cesspool'd. Kant can't dance.
Cabbage as
bachelor etched venom moshpits at a moon tuber lick.
Enmeshed in
supple blunders. She resists grace and at the same
time awash in
definition. She rests lately and browses the hands
left behind by
night's bloody malaise. Your art ain't so good. See,
designation
is interior, comparable to parabola lobes. Rabid and
dispersed,
you grunge on a garage garbage generator. An engine is
genuine
inasmuch as an engine is genteel. Well-oiled lactose.
Lettuce
nesting a doctor's patient collusion. She knows that
flower. As a
flavor that hinged.
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beside blessing
track muted now for pleasure folder. Pressure croaker
scribing
scripts running on this page user-defined functions
with now
freshly-cut nails. Made damn near water cooler codex
shopping
posh sophist appendices. Not-lute limp and draggle.
Not-limp plus
somber grass sarcasm. Diddle wooden limb flicks while
ahistory
singes Vietnamese manpower wallop. Pollute says
concrete poetics
ringwise in teagreen gaps. These flowers surprise.
Dimple wisdom
seaward dusky sudden cut and paste safety footing,
toothy ream
gleanings. Then it follows that we must altar our
engagement with
it.
She hesitates at the door. Odor of grass slush
sullied by
lessons celibate from daytime emmy nominations. Ankle
crepe lyric
serious as saddened chance operation theater reddens
with width
and flat ululation. Sensulaity insular. Lunchtime
poetics sipping
pastoral catholicism sits. Pissing reads. Starting at
the bottom
and working her way down, raster graphics framing
markable zen
escalation lactates like salad. Not-lute unlimps pill
drippings
as this our emphasized period piece distends.
Siddharta rah-rah
harping. Broken smoke like crushed butterfly licks on
tuba
abbatoir rasta graffix lettuce trauma. Non-lube
dislips unpill
dryness. Porcelain smudge. Muddy cafeteria.
Your love interest beckons.
Your luxurious interior retrospectives
prosecution of
cessation like an animal's blundered spoke. Isn't it
about time
for a phone call from meaning? She twines around
walking legs
with a mask of soft facile cloaca. What is it the baby
wants?
Humming, mother sucks you off. It's just enough. Dough
flags
garble root tourist folder awful much.
The loose tucks you often flotation tattoo around
pulse
gnarling system cache. Calling a truce placid
exemplifies flying
pilfer features. Creation attack what's moping plaza
heartfelt.
Hurt curl rust. Hurled cubist stump matter, training
vaseline to
line your concern with geld. Let her letter laptop
palindromes.
Let her lose not-luck culling newspaper trails up
and/or
hyphenate down. You apostrophe I need.
Liquor up the language butts juxtapositioned
endearment
buttering fly allegations while pain licks paint bliss
off her
shelves alive with glass islands.
You try. Tired, lawnmower wombs mountain cleavage
brigands
sapped lurid power modules classing library face
greedy with
spool breeze. Apelike cashew stubs sacrifice for your
latest work
hunger like molding train of fairy gruel. Swimming
toward the
door, Salvia via aqueducts. Wash her with prepositions
like
ecology mystifies simple living. Ample loving leaves a
trace of
the truth in insects cesspool'd. Kant can't dance.
Cabbage as
bachelor etched venom moshpits at a moon tuber lick.
Enmeshed in
supple blunders. She resists grace and at the same
time awash in
definition. She rests lately and browses the hands
left behind by
night's bloody malaise. Your art ain't so good. See,
designation
is interior, comparable to parabola lobes. Rabid and
dispersed,
you grunge on a garage garbage generator. An engine is
genuine
inasmuch as an engine is genteel. Well-oiled lactose.
Lettuce
nesting a doctor's patient collusion. She knows that
flower. As a
flavor that hinged.
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THE FAILURE OF BITWISE PROGRAMMING
A fan turns its head and coughs. Implied by a wall of
leaves
(tapestry), insects garble rusty peaks of noise
through a grate
in the woods. Matchstick bamboo blinds. She won't go
for the
oriental. My head, as heavy as. Net Art News. Salvia
Divinorum is
not a marijuana substitue. My desk is next to a door,
blocking
it. Neural nets. Wave your arms encrusted with blooms.
I break
apart the cries of birds, sucking the static in the
middle of
dymanic waveform editing. Everything in the same
directory.
Lately, letting my nails grow long: unable to typw
properly or
play the guitsar. Ply the mouse properties. In ECMA
scripting
standards, a function is both a datatype and an
object. Is this
boring? God, it feels so good in you. There they go
again. Who
said what to whom (criticism). As for those of us who
love to be
astonished, the coffee drinkers answered ecstatically.
I am
unable to join the poetics list at Buffalo. And who
reading this
doesn't have a professional background (claims
department)?
Everybody poops. My degree as a continuum.
Koder@postpicasso.com.
Chrysanthemums. Sand will make glass wedded to salt as
a talcum
for flint tinctures. Sunshine shins itself on
furniture dispersed
while shunning office decorum as a fine way to wind
down the
alley singing purple ropeburns across her wrists while
I try to
explain bitwise programming and fail. And the birds
cry tasty
flagrant nostril sonograms. Another graceful segue
into robotics
reveals the last biblical umbilical chord arpeggiated
like a
grill of saddlesore dalliance. Melting clocks into
appointments.
Avoid panic buying. I need a job, Fat Albert sez.
Every day I
pray to the good lord that I might not be a genius.
Instead,
desktop support passes sap in the wreck room of our
lascivious
and somewhat leaky hearts. An executable image is one
you can
kill. I, for one, don't love Raymond. I desire him,
sure, but
only in the abstract: saber-toothed phone jacks
knifing power
failure honorary mention notaries. I tend to conduct
all business
via fiber optics. Do you like it when the words are
assymmetrical
like that? There's a gap in pagan nagging. Cloudy
navels. Come
sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me. Fan
turns on
and cops out. Well, everything's faster these days, as
much as I
fear her disappointment, the more I hafta get my butt
in gear.
This is not the same thing. Who says Yassar Arafat? I
spent days
as a child waiting for some figment of the space
station to rain
o'er me. Well, everyone's fatter. Better chance of
getting hit.
That one just drones, like sighing through a neutron
mask. I want
to fill space, but am empty. Neural gnats.
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leaves
(tapestry), insects garble rusty peaks of noise
through a grate
in the woods. Matchstick bamboo blinds. She won't go
for the
oriental. My head, as heavy as. Net Art News. Salvia
Divinorum is
not a marijuana substitue. My desk is next to a door,
blocking
it. Neural nets. Wave your arms encrusted with blooms.
I break
apart the cries of birds, sucking the static in the
middle of
dymanic waveform editing. Everything in the same
directory.
Lately, letting my nails grow long: unable to typw
properly or
play the guitsar. Ply the mouse properties. In ECMA
scripting
standards, a function is both a datatype and an
object. Is this
boring? God, it feels so good in you. There they go
again. Who
said what to whom (criticism). As for those of us who
love to be
astonished, the coffee drinkers answered ecstatically.
I am
unable to join the poetics list at Buffalo. And who
reading this
doesn't have a professional background (claims
department)?
Everybody poops. My degree as a continuum.
Koder@postpicasso.com.
Chrysanthemums. Sand will make glass wedded to salt as
a talcum
for flint tinctures. Sunshine shins itself on
furniture dispersed
while shunning office decorum as a fine way to wind
down the
alley singing purple ropeburns across her wrists while
I try to
explain bitwise programming and fail. And the birds
cry tasty
flagrant nostril sonograms. Another graceful segue
into robotics
reveals the last biblical umbilical chord arpeggiated
like a
grill of saddlesore dalliance. Melting clocks into
appointments.
Avoid panic buying. I need a job, Fat Albert sez.
Every day I
pray to the good lord that I might not be a genius.
Instead,
desktop support passes sap in the wreck room of our
lascivious
and somewhat leaky hearts. An executable image is one
you can
kill. I, for one, don't love Raymond. I desire him,
sure, but
only in the abstract: saber-toothed phone jacks
knifing power
failure honorary mention notaries. I tend to conduct
all business
via fiber optics. Do you like it when the words are
assymmetrical
like that? There's a gap in pagan nagging. Cloudy
navels. Come
sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me. Fan
turns on
and cops out. Well, everything's faster these days, as
much as I
fear her disappointment, the more I hafta get my butt
in gear.
This is not the same thing. Who says Yassar Arafat? I
spent days
as a child waiting for some figment of the space
station to rain
o'er me. Well, everyone's fatter. Better chance of
getting hit.
That one just drones, like sighing through a neutron
mask. I want
to fill space, but am empty. Neural gnats.
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