facing a very personal universe
in tiny degrees
but also
realities
original and dry
didn’t know
how high
or that
imitating others
was in and of itself
the appearance
of earning a living
and in a time like this
a time
unoccupied by giving
people think to be by
myself
book-traveling
parting
hair
sea
waves
trying to imagine
addictive
is not best
that lisa lisa and the cult jam
would never pass the test
now
i like to read
the really big books
but only until
i get myself took
and i know i’m being
taken
can’t do anything
about it
can’t live with
or without it
active but
very
‘i haven't decided’
about the
ten years future
sloppy and optimistic
in general
the foolhardy and
heterogeneous
the film
black coffee is my
every day
exhibition activates
the lack of sulfates
like outdoor ever what
ever who
ever bet
on me and you
and yet
we keep going
perhaps living
perhaps knowing
perhaps wondering
wandering
wallowing
in activities
like
reading
or lying
in the eyes
a sense of obligation
like any culture can decide to
be revived
at night
to travel
in tail lights
lions curtains
barefoot
undone
