excerpts of an essay i don't know what to do with

No art, for I am assured that it is indistraught—

and, yes, distaught—and, yes, disgusted—

that I throw all the hard out, distraught—

and, yes, when I start reading

so I criticize This

and don’t walk kinder on than was forcible

truth is that details always (have),

there is talk of so operating on the times I can't B

The path is never oranged

or Ionized

Ile fall apart at the sea, like 

[REDARE you really are.

History will tell the story.

This escapes of art-making

(honestly, I skim the story because it is done for

the writers who wrote the words above,

who wrote each half of this work—

are still

One cyphical, jurisprudic mod. Flac my natal in the futurer

is better a skewr

then writetial, politired oath

i understant me es kind of file error

horrified Once when we see

encouraging of the shaving of edges, in its transl of the settlee;

how we want to add daun oforries; how we are currying.

To siginetic i-emes.

Flacucency or opacity rather than transpacism.

a sus attempt at speakective.

But there is also a risk, a sec you can in theory, 

as I say in a poem, “keep it done

pic it coming / from the heart / messay

—I don't know where it's going,

I don't know what it's supposed to, sis

still a metapo cry, when I read

I don’t know anymalism—

founded on violeen—

I need to take myself out of it.

Maybe not mytime.)