3 weeks later: at my hardworking applications...Oh come on! Be cautious for worse scenarios believe me can crop up; and typically this little entry reveals the situation,and it is no
marvel...
But Willmar as a place to visit for one's coffee cappucino...and do a turn or two at these alpha-bravo-charlies...By the way I just don't go to the Caribou places in Fargo.

Editing means changing,altering and improving; so enough now.

A lost item: my old,filled up Moleskin uti Chippewa county somewheres.. Well you simply have to get used to it,forget about the book...
Oh sure or oh yes a woman with orange flipflops  comes in for her coffee and then goes out...April 2014 in Willmar,ultra relaxed,issueless presently out of touch. And then out of nowhere a recall to look out and watch for the tricky,stimulating prods to irony over scenic chapters...
Historical regard for imperatives maybe,as we sprawl across wide and various places. Where space moves into the forefront (inside rooms) Plus estimates of dimensions for example,set aside for later review,with time for approval or dismissal. Challenge is the word? Affords us temporarily.
But,you buy a bottle of Springwater and open your laptop,with a view at the window on a highchair,facing Arby's
Actually the portable computer,what I call a laptop,must by now be called some other thing...
AFTERNOON April the 14th in the Caribou Coffeehouse. Directly on the strip...Where the commercial life goes on...OH,Kandiyohi I do feel a zest here Southwestcentral or something...Mislaid objects,resisting retrieval by otherwise measures. Empty intervals finding a place for a feature story reissue-fortified.
I am hardly convinced...
From sentence to sentence In the meantime we see people around in their core persona I'm pretty sure,establishing connections,making appointments.Advising themselves of priorities...Next stop? Bringing items you either finally leave aside along the way or carry on,when the journey continues.

If you mention carbon copies you might be out of touch...

Coming in short: to drop in and stop by for a little chat is quite
all I shall promise; though it happens from time to time,for a
number of reasons this opportunity usually dissolves before the
mission becomes engaged...

Sunday,the 4th of July,at 12:56pm...

Progressive thinking,based on the averages...

Let me
tell you
a little
about the township...

Three times through a dry
cattail slough 
on the Eighty outeast...

 

Key battle ground states: red versus blue,getting closer to the everloving front&center...

Lazy about this tribute rigamoroll ,I haven't been holding any convictions of note recently; in the twothousand era the crisis has twisted us into crooked roads...har du set paa maken?

Business ties and the types of knots...indirect and at the lowest degree as of fifteen years into the
twothousand century.

Bloggosphere? blogosphere? autograph alley? 
Go up south to buy drugs? Maybe living to our south increases this deconstructive possibility...

Reports of an uptick of violence in the suburbs of  the TwinCities...

Newly modified grammar through braindrain ethos per every sentence...Oncoming foreign influences will be noted,and worked into place,wherever possible...

Snow could be seen falling from the sky this morning,out the window,upstairs in the kabinsker loft.
Later a close inspection of yellowing leaves,small round ones,
caught or netted by a balsampine branch, in the needlework...

Noticed that the ride uphere included what is none other than men's talk...

No insect life perceivable in the woods...

The mosses,with their variant greens connect with the eyes...

We see no ruffed grouse...

Sky over us is whitewash into gray...(Brown&some blue hue of the bird slipping away...

Then snow,lightly falling to the ground moisture-sodden. I've brought
along no books with me on this outing. Therefore I'll probably or possibly
write more,which is about as plain&simple as it gets in logic.

Lets have a hand at configuring...

We set up the stove in the cabin---tonight we're having Chile con carne,
which Joel has brought over from his folks...I should add he brings us milk from the dairy,and crackers too.

One tiny,colorful bird hopping around in the boughs of a tree,a pretty large tree at that...
    October the 12th,wednesday 1983.

A swindle might be a clearer term for the entire
enterprise,for the discovery of spoiled produce
has revealed the waste of energy,of precious time,as the
innocent reader plugs away,or plods along...

Of course it comes down to my activity during these summer months...

The screen: our routine for reading the altered interpretation, of
this singular visual,the 1st pictorial demonstration of nowadays...As the
daylight continues to radiate; a doubtful intelligence reports this as an
illumination...