Praying we see the spring soon
Survived a tremendous car accident Thinking of Pappalapsang
stranded plains roamed inward. ghosts blindfolded. feet dragging empty in the night across fashioned twilight savannas
Later that night she confided to me that she was moving into the written word. Paintings took too long and they had no meaning. Surely there is more to life than beautiful moments. And they needed dissecting bleeding frog cadaver metal table sanitary solution.
It is enough to post for one man. But two? And even a woman you love. That is enough.
If i were poor and unable to pay my rents I would grift. and if that were not enough i would kill. but i would not stop the process. the process must never stop
in the gallery she says This painting would have been better as a tweet. I am losing my mind. Consider this.
explaining how to get down the alley to NUSAINQ the paintings are on the wall, but the medium is dead. So is my husband. She says
The relative efficacy of art, its intention to fluster or bewilder, is most often against the purview of mainstream commodification which insists on palatable and accessible content, dismissing tides of innovative creation.
rain falls in pitter-patters on the tin roof
byzantine international and subnational bodies, proliferation of enclaves and exclaves, noncontiguous states, diasporic nationalisms, global brand affiliations, demographic mobilization and containment free trader corridors and special economic zones
beers? at NUSAINQ? Yes, the lights are down low and the mood is good. But the entrance is so high.
Barley. Genmaicha. Kombucha. Chai. Russian Caravan
i lay in the sun and i remember the river euphrates. tropical drinks. palms. oysters. 12 seasons a year. pole inversion
The late third and early second millennia bce were a time of turmoil and warfare in Ainslie Country
Subcontracted communion among silicon vassals
standing outside NUSAINQ wondering why the entrance is so high, my cup of tea is ready
so gd stressed i might fuck around and smoke a ainslie
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