arc of sapling. 

can i have a word with you? oh never mind. 

catching snowflakes

copp at rabbit warren spring

stereo battles with thug again last night. this morning a blizzard, again. my suffering so small. i danced and sang with my true companion for a moment before succumbing, again, to the real. i ran out of bags on the way home, a guy yelled citizen arrest, i yelled fuck off. 

grim reprieve. by the way, will the hatred of america ever end.

grimes spelunker

someone is eating the skin of saplings in despair

i just looked down at the new york times header,  When the Battle is Over, What remains is...Art

human ululations issuing from the pier

nice ass

portrait of The One

putsch you together

riz

sand snow and paws

sapling go a' courtin

shake roof

staying up very late with a bicameral mind

there has got to be an end. hasn't there.

you best get some sleep.

djinn.