be here.

(click below to proceed.)

then again

hell, best intentions &
supper keeps one's clothes
on. again the considerate
alarm clock. good more
ing. the laying on the ceiling.
could it be that the thought
clouds are forming so that i
might read them? come
closer. jesus wept. the love
of dioramas. wheat paste.

systellar

sun:

old man of planet, we slow, but to
your skin's species imperceptibly.
why did we bother working up your
spin? they manufacture alarm clocks.

earth:

wobble, press
electro-magma
flux, itch in scrabble
weedy numbers, fewer
slow, oh slow
scracks heat
reheat cools thicks
hello? someone there
crusty haunted

solesystem

sun:

old man of planet, we slow, but to
your skin's species imperceptibly.
why did we bother working up your
spin? they manufacture alarm clocks.

earth:

wobble, press
electro-magma
flux, itch in scrabble
weedy numbers, fewer
slow, oh slow
scracks heat
reheat cools thicks
hello? someone there
crusty haunted

to Andy Kaufman

Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold philosophy?
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull catalogue of common things.
-- John Keats

If we cannot take joy in things that are merely real, our lives will always be empty.
-- Eliezer Yudkowsky

don't tell me
if you died

welcome to computer programming

read,
and report on A simple
introduction to doing
any small thing at all by

tomorrow. (The only
copy's in a private
library of Bixby Missouri
reachable (once in the
(remote) vicinity) by
unreliable
and misaligned bus.)

Late? Again? But it's
such an easy text.

fifth question

a pair of heartorgans
a flooding world

floating nest of
mouths, soft
bodied

& god commenced
the making of

shells

fourth question

violence. or is the whole point of a knife that it meet skin unexpectedly? violin slices. the flinching from imagined machinations, a capacity that enables us to create a more exalting & consoling nature. my grandfather secured their removal from his garden. let’s. but to the purple? i worried in the hand. everything’s hard to do here. down to the touch. the necessary tongues of the animals. cutting mine out to find it. lose one’s life to grow back a seastar’s arm.

third question

the sunray
roots

closed pulp of
the hand

..................crushing

lamp
fruits

..................sunlight

violets

...................................in my molars

113

Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
And that which governs me to go about
Doth part his function and is partly blind,
Sees seeming, but effectually is out;
For it no form delivers to the heart
Of word, of flower, or shape, which it doth latch:
Of his quick objects hath the mime no part,
Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch:
For if it see the prud'st or gentlest sight,
The most sweet favour or reformed'st creature,
The mountain or the sea, the lay of night,
The cow or dove, it shapes them to your feature:
Incapable of more, deplete with you,
My most true mine thus makes mind eye untrue.