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Monday, March 18, 2013
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
????video droning and a shout out to my favorite nag champa super hit for uniting all the zodiac, that shiz wuz a super hiz
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
a form
for the eyes.
Imaginary
sound waves
breath within a dream.
In order for
a revolution of a body
the wind will blow
above the ocean.
It strikes
simultaneously together,
turning pages
in a book dividing.
Like the hypnotic characteristic of sonars
that abound.
The gathering
moving forward,
but from the sky.
Spiraling in a giant washing machine
galaxy.
fluxing
galaxy.
fluxing
Clapping.
pivoting tales
propel the whales,
to wherever they go.
Traveling the magnetic undertow,
"it becomes
so kinetic."
The target,
this distance,
creates a stillness.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Tunnel of mirrors SUrFeR G[[[[[[[[[URL]]]]]]]]]]]]
the famished specter,
I had not known.
A quality
I could not identify
with eyes more open,
gradually
separating
reworking the true fluid form
of transmission.
Large swells
indicate waves of visual crescendos
crashing inside a collective
television.
Creating deep elaborate passage ways through individual channels,
"surf" your desire
is to nourish it,
let it take you to a place where all things are passed,
where the un carved stories take their course.
To not fear the reciprocated being
staring through the monitor
into destiny,
changing the direction of the voyage
into the uncharted
inheritance.
I can only lend so much attention
to the feedback,
a trick inside the self,
appearing to continue on
forever.
I had not known.
A quality
I could not identify
with eyes more open,
gradually
separating
reworking the true fluid form
of transmission.
Large swells
indicate waves of visual crescendos
crashing inside a collective
television.
Creating deep elaborate passage ways through individual channels,
"surf" your desire
is to nourish it,
let it take you to a place where all things are passed,
where the un carved stories take their course.
To not fear the reciprocated being
staring through the monitor
into destiny,
changing the direction of the voyage
into the uncharted
inheritance.
I can only lend so much attention
to the feedback,
a trick inside the self,
appearing to continue on
forever.
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