Totally fine and green to be late left foot goes down to go up head crooks elbow eyes parabolic in some projected desire make yourself impenetrably porous [to] allow trusting handfuls of breath to arrive and depart through a softening belly dialoguing with each eyelash that falls toward getting up backward eyes like that kind of descent all that there is like that kind of knowing old friend like that one you think of sees the space of this window in 45 infinite hues you see it as time dissolving kneecaps poured into these hands made large enough for you and time and all my ideas never step nor do they simplify just fall and multiply space between eyeballs and hands moving backward through morning windows of nighttime sun
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An auditory signal Everyone knows something is not as it appears Perhaps someone What is happening? Where is how you are? Where is who you t...
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Written in collaboration with Amelia Heintzelman and Sacha Vega The lights are on and it doesn’t look very good nor feel particularly nice...
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Everything is everywhere an email a koan a fingernail an iPhone the future a pube some piles or puddles no money great clothes no sleep go...
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