crows, capsaicin, clouds, chants, cancer
today: crow, beak full of whole muffin, possibly banana walnut, flying away from the sunset. If I followed, I assume I would have found the best shadow(s).
last week: hurridly made (bomb) bfast burrito, half jalapeno, SoyRizo, red onion, paprika, chili powder, cheddar, two eggs. washed hands twice (after slicing, after consuming). inserted contacts, mais, capsaicin outwitted soap. arrived to french class promptly, blind with weepy blood red eyes. it was valentines day. i did not know how to say they were not related events, only pain/lack of comfort.
next week: fierce edit, television detox, tilden, waning lune, motocycles and clouds.
now: gregorian chants, electric sighs, food/flesh play in Atwood etc., second use coffee filter, try to forget actual dream (last night), make small village of books spilled around me--pretend to be mayor, for ego, for relaxation.
further now: smoke cigarettes while thinking solipsistically about 'postive-action' and how you "should stop smoking" cigarettes, while basking in the selfish enjoyment of illusory control, over death, over choice, while avoiding popularly accepted findings relating free radicals and cancer parades in/under/between tissues and skin; must be 20ft away from building. the self-care era is lame. [(20 years ago i could have stayed inside to smoke this. simpler times) they always take your body]
last week: hurridly made (bomb) bfast burrito, half jalapeno, SoyRizo, red onion, paprika, chili powder, cheddar, two eggs. washed hands twice (after slicing, after consuming). inserted contacts, mais, capsaicin outwitted soap. arrived to french class promptly, blind with weepy blood red eyes. it was valentines day. i did not know how to say they were not related events, only pain/lack of comfort.
next week: fierce edit, television detox, tilden, waning lune, motocycles and clouds.
now: gregorian chants, electric sighs, food/flesh play in Atwood etc., second use coffee filter, try to forget actual dream (last night), make small village of books spilled around me--pretend to be mayor, for ego, for relaxation.
further now: smoke cigarettes while thinking solipsistically about 'postive-action' and how you "should stop smoking" cigarettes, while basking in the selfish enjoyment of illusory control, over death, over choice, while avoiding popularly accepted findings relating free radicals and cancer parades in/under/between tissues and skin; must be 20ft away from building. the self-care era is lame. [(20 years ago i could have stayed inside to smoke this. simpler times) they always take your body]