Bazar Bizar in Belgium

wo zu gehen, unfertige

washed up waste while your washing wastes
you toss around resource and dismiss primitive utility
a renewable you which, so unnoticeably, is decaying all the same
Your preservation will fail because you lack regard for antiquity
Some could take a tongue lashing but your territorial bull
shit
will repel and we're left to pray (nature forbid) for your spawn's brains if you don't let us in

Gregari

Grant me a thing 

of praps social excellence

'n I might not give a wonder

cos it's established it's not gon change

Blurred Florence

35mm, Oregon coast, no edits, Sept. 2013. Lovely weekend in a lovely place with an old friend and her family.

Gemurmel

afraid of my shadow
luzluminating the edges of my lashes and speckled intake are meltng m

Dehydration

Chapped delusional lips manage to squeak in questioning of how one could turn art into a lifestyle but one cannot claim their lifestyle is art. Some movements mean more than the average room-cruiser aimlessly stirring the current of what used to be a still space, each breath fully distinct from the next and still every notion goes discredited. How does one know when they're in the right place in the wrong time? Or the wrong place at a time-telling challenge intended to cleanse you and you're ingesting it wrong. Shameful sloth.

Make friendly

of oneness and continuity, a venture in essence.

allow the ocean's representation,

observe purely justified ardor and sincerity

because these legged containers are the means of dynamism 

perception is waving

stillness is ever fleeting.

hold the door, don't you enter this warped corridor
it might dissolve behind you.