flotsam retrieved and received from a chanting sea, a weeping tree, and a waking dream.

i'm not just strange, as my father was and his father before him, (and, strange to think, we all overlapped at one point in time), but today, and often, i'm disoriented. strange and disoriented, i got knocked off a stone bridge between platforms on the crazy shore this morning. i think i was stupid, but also my left ear is blocked and the world seems tilty. but with a couple abrasions and sodden i go. copp was very clingy after chasing solo shoes in the big surf. he went right into a distracted girls face space on the bridge.

copp's diary, wednesday, late anthropocene, illuminated by dug.

copper favored by aphrodite as a great electric conductor 

ah, well least i ain't in nawlins

with a blab of saxophone copp leaps in

biowulf

hey mister, can you please untie me?

chance is structured just like unconsciousness 

crust and erosion 

didactic

dude from nawlins

came all this way to be tied to pebble beach 

      everybody knows they're lying.

exisle in homeland. 

phenomenon 

founder

fruta del mar

godspeed. god is dead. 

down here i hear heartbeats and bones  

i searched the simplest society:anarchis 

images, do we choose them or encounter them by chance? by chance, for we don't know what exactly they are. 

impirism 

infinity is a gigantic animal although it has no specific features or any senses that can report back from the exterior into itself

that's so heavy. or is it.

underwater investigation

it's not about composing man but dissolving him

son of a bitch. i'm tired of captions.

method and sentiment

anarchy is simply no rule. cooperation. 

 

j'arrive

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son of a bitch, how'd you get free?

twinkle toes

we need to start from scratch. we mustn't eat our own bed.

you set me up.