Welcome back she says.

The fog is thick in the woods these days.

There are things of note: the obstinacy, the indecision and the aimless trajectory.

If all the reproductive organs in the world were defective I wouldn’t vote for artificial wombs made out of glass bottles. I also wouldn’t create straight lines of destruction. But I would help take down cities, block and beam and store them in neat piles. The ugly architecture especially.
I would chip away bricks and pile them so as to make a pyramid. A pyramid will represent every city – and the size of the pyramid will represent nothing. Just the size of the city – but after I die there will be no one who will understand or negotiate the power of association. So the pyramid will represent nothing.

There are things of note: the superficial expression.

‘Jesus Christ – Super Star – Do you think you’re what they say you are?’
Those who walk like see-through, beautifully molded plexi glass are made out of the same material as hockey rink windows. And they write simple sentences, containing powerless words, communicating a short thought. Short and shallow. Just keep swimming just keep swimming just keep swimming.

Don’t worry – a white and tan designer will pour a bucket of pink latex paint in the frame and hopefully they will be drowned. The air, that is.

There are things of note: a few guarded thoughts on what WHAT should be the freedom of expression.

Or rather – an explosion. What. Are. You. Going.
Asymmetrical isn’t it? Does it bother you? If words said themselves free impression escapes but lonely barriers are next to those water blur marks to expand simple notion jail-not is out. To get you.

I’m sure one could consider love the flawless truth because the pendulum of perfectly possessive emotion will swing left and right. Left and right. Just keep swimming just keep swimming. But don’t make that a rhythmic sentence.
It swings itself you know. The pendulum. Is swayed by itself. NOT What do I want. How can I get it. What stands in my way. Questions questions questions. Compromising humans aren’t bringing anything to the table except sacrifice. No such thing as offerings. Selfish. Humans sacrifice is easy because it alludes to goodness.
Selfish
Just quietly now.


I like clocks that bend time on nothing but a whim.
Just don’t snap it like a twig.