mind empties with good sneeze.

we came to a mysterious shore.

tilted and sneezy. 

tongue hankie. 

you worry that if you observe somethings gonna happen.

i got annoyed at the flies and his sorrowful apathy, surely coming from me too, and lamented the lack of birds.

achoo. 

ah-choo.

i'm so sick. i hate myslef sic. 

attempt to float suffering like a black sheep in clouds.

when i was a billy goat i was allergic to grass.

you can't trust anyone. especially the nitwits who don't trust you.

i had acute bronchitis when i was a skeleton boy. now i'm with an iridescent antennaed bug in a web. and i yet have the bronchitis.

it never comes out in the intended order anymore. we're free of order. one day they will practice creative anarchy when the archaic governments have killed enough that profits decline. for now and forever though it's subordination, all for one.

i thought my pentax was getting blind. it was my settings.

ahchoo. sometimes when i sneezing fit i feel like a blinking newborn.

in a flower

we saw little fish with legs.

wild dusty rose.

light from a minute forest

i just like this bug. the blog is off. i feel something with this bug and it's too vague and shapeless. and that's how i feel about daily life now. woozy, disconnected. my other puter died and pushed me in with my new one which sat idle waiting for the old one to die, but will i get inspired again? maybe never. but the bug inspires, i just can't say. the bug has shape. why isn't that enough? this is not getting anywhere. just look at the bug.

this is a teeny weeny big-eyed bug got with my little underwater camera.  he was a bit sluggish in the morning cold and friendly.

this is a little blank angel in a small stone pagoda in osaka garden i was delighted to find.

caterpillar

tongue of comet and sophie from new york city

crow on a fence with no purpose. the fence i mean.

my dear sweet hilde and her dear sweet bunny.

walk this way, see voo play.

the ghost is hungry in the machine. or, the pooter is dying, maybe deus machinus be tellin me sumthin. i need a radical shift. i need to shut the fuck up and listen.