just because you can

synopsis: time travel to assassinate jobs before conception of iphone

New macbook (air) will smell like fresh copy of an actual book

 Fuschia and nuclear green, i lie in your dreams

Monday

And from e to a once the sun-kissed silver is turned to gold under a duvet of cloud ready to fall against the wishes and hopes of foolish prayers still we lay together half conscious on a raft, in mourning w fragments to be found on slow collusion courses. Fences divide, provide vision for touch, in place of embrace. But grace converts divisions into dreamcatchers.

Autumnal flowers in bloom are to be left alone, but exposed and collected as tokens of those to be discarded. This is the first and the final fall for spring, for in the future fall will be fall and nothing but fall.

And though i see you in everything, as any given day, today i am but two, in abstinence from everything but you

 The sky, does it blush from pride or shame of the day’s deeds

The world has turned

and left us here

in psychology

There are systems

There is love

There is quietude 

Dog days, overhead fans, halos, 000 000000 000000000 000 000 000 000 000

 Immersive disorientation 

You have but <i>that<i>heart

To cope with living and dying alone is not for children but a truth for adulthood.

Birds laugh and take flight into the night

When they are in season you have a bowl of cherries by your bedside.

Interview

Some of us come from dystopian backgrounds

Watching sunset clouds reflected on the phone glass 

I p ray for g od to kis s you

Blood sprayed onto the atm screen

Duchamp at mmk.

readymade is not about you

Evian off my fingers

Art of understanding material

Like how materials transfer or, like how they would bleed on one another 

 Ooze elegance

To the honey bees that kept busy among the spring flowers

You said: 

"You guys, It's Sunday; maybe work not so hard?"

Then the bees said unto thee:

"We are not working; we are playing!"

Bzzzzzzzzz...

"Y'all  mistake playing for working!"

"bees? We just 💤 z💤"

 Drone bee disguised as worker bee looking for the queen

 Hands smell like your dish soap

Chinese Literati Shoegaze Paintings 

In moonlight 

I am feral in a cage 

Feline in waiting 

For capture 

Find me 

Domesticate me 

I will maul your favorite parts

Feed your darkness

Maul your favorite parts

Again I'm not dreaming 

Tonight 

Japanese pictures, Paris Croissant

Cartoon characters

Golden ice caps

Green pyramids

Norwegian winter

Mornings and dull knives

Chaste 

When i choose

To feel more human

 My Lover, My Sailor

epitaph: 축하 할 일이 매우 많았슴

 Smell of fresh cut glass

When sadness tears your eyes open

Our cat Paco wrote this

 

당신의 화난 미소