Saturday, November 15, 2014

glorp was what we ate in caves. a bunch of stuff thrown together for sustenance. this is glorp, but if sustenance, then for strange creatures.

are you so perfect to sneer at me

beat




bunny love





but why sad? it's life, it flows away. but to what shore.

concreto man

daylight noir

disarmed by tenderness

fun with the jetsams

my gooser winnie

goregina

her pictures were of assertion and disappearance. bold, withdrawn. effaced and in your face. aesthetic ambivalence that grew terrible yet remain peaceful, on edge.

i get sad all the photos go to no beach

i may read her diary. shit i should throw mine out. what if i die and people read that shit. think of uncle mikes crippled pages. wow, so lost.

idle no what i expect, drawn to tragedy, then hollowing, the work seems like an attempted life, the person gone, like i'm gone, but real gone, did i preempt myself? was i only a want?



let be be finale of seem. the only emperor is the emperor of ice cream.

yeah, uh, i wrote that, yeah, that's right.




loving winnie, or,

my girlfriend has another man.

my glasses abrasions my eyes well with sand

no matter what you gon feel time blow through your bones like wind and clouds surge your mind your eyes gonna tear up with whispered dust.


orange quincunx for wanderers

our tribe is empire it will vanquish you

peace bunny

prospectus

scottie kept asking what's his name i said comet, like the shooting star, he said but what's his name? his grandma said you like the thing they put the satellite on.


shit manb i just dont know what to tell you i think you cant help who you are


she was so intense, said she wanted to show people something, but it took too long, after she was dead

it would have been great if she could see her work with the people of the future

succumbus

terwilligers, twins in one

thanks lil buddy

the thing you want to capture needn't be


the likelihood of emerging somewhere else






we're history, we're making it, we're making history here.


yeah i saw the woodmans. they were jealous and confused by francesca. but she jumped off a building? they couldn't even identify her face! but her dad started doing photography like her, with young naked girls as well, and he says, there's something to be said for staying alive, though.

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