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bone breeds a baby
The bone i found is from the lower half of her body. It’s covered in dust. I wash it clean. I add it to a large bowl of other bones. Some from her body, some from other bodies. Some bones are teeth. Some bones and fake bones, stolen bones from the hips of museum dinosaurs, [...]
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mime twin
mime twin
we gave the earth a worn down feeling like being rubbed all over with the cream of the apocalypse. We tarred and feathered the surfaces of the lakes and oceans. the water boiled underneath its new skin. my twin is a mime, silent, and owner of conjoined twin dogs. with her soundless mouth she [...]
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another project is nearing completion. much to be excited about. may take several weeks to a few months to finish. must put all my energy into it. hope you check it out. will post it here when it’s done.
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We’ve been looking for ways out of this dark hole.
Together we clawed at the earth until our fingers bled.
I left a tooth in the dirt after biting into it.
I want to leave this underground dampness.
I want to experience the surgery of the surface of the earth
And not watch myself get poked by bladed worm after [...]
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I think obsessively. About harmful things. Long spiny things full of metal and salt. I wish I’d stop thinking. I’d wish the long windows of the earth would close to me and nothing would leak in for me to considerer. But surely the clouds with clowns strapped to their moist tops riding them like cattle [...]
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I smelled the apocalypse coming and I ran like a rat with pearl in her mouth. I smelled the apocalypse coming and I ran like a rat with copper in her mouth. I smelled the fire coming and I ran like a rat with wire through her tongue. My elephant waits for me next to [...]
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brand new, birth, a baby of life
my wise morning came after such strange dreams that were in conflict with what i requested.
chameleon, adaptation, adopt new knowledge
a man came to my door with a box of supplies. building materials. machines and chemicals of progress.
possible selves, curiosity, childlike
ooooh. the robotic fingers and the whispered apologies and the [...]
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gray days
i have writers block. i’ve always had it. since the beginning. and it just got worse. i got worse. as i got better i got worse. the time between pages grew longer. the pauses between words stretched out forever. it feels good to say it: i have writers block. or i have some kind of [...]
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together we stole from the ocean thirteen elephants who didn’t belong there. we tied them to huge trees and set them on fire and watched them react without pain but rather the biting of their own trunks. we smiled like how we thought an elephant might smile and then we walked away to catch a [...]
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kirk says, after having explained to him the nature of an amusement park planet created by a highly evolved species: the more complex the mind the greater the need for the simplicity of play.
i like that.
episode: “shore leave”
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which is to destroy logic
this morning i submitted work to an art gallery in brooklyn. i shall know within the next couple of weeks if my work has been accepted into the show. maybe tomorrow. maybe even tonight. i really don’t know.
i submitted two sound works. one called rabbit redux (a reworked and advanced version of another piece i [...]
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location, location, location
i think i’ve come away from 2008 with very few memories. i didn’t really change positions or locations too often. i think that’s why i don’t have many childhood memories. i remember spending my summer vacations inside my apartment in new york. i don’t know if i ever left until it was time to go [...]
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Atmospheric Disturbances
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pour your body out (7354 cubic meters)
pipilotti rist
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upon retiring
Not much unlike the smell of a cow nursing its calf on a grassy knoll somewhere on the surface of the moon. If you concentrate hard enough you will be taken there.
The rivers rushing with bile. The moon, a scoop of curdling cream. Your bruised face healing like water vaporizing on a hot sheet of [...]
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i’m in love with a physicist
he doesn’t exist,
because i’m delusional,
exactly how i want to be,
living in a dreamworld,
fantasy,
like fruit picked from a tree,
i can pluck from any imaginary world i want,
i want a physicist,
he’s got a research job,
he makes a lot of money,
he pays the rent,
because i write and make art,
i don’t make money,
he drinks whiskey,
he doesn’t drink whiskey,
not a [...]
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i wish my family was strong enough to walk away and turn our backs on this christmas holiday. we don’t gather for god, gifts, or family. what are we doing? we’d feel the relief that we’re all yearning for if we just stopped and opened ourselves up into our own paths. a path of familiar [...]
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i made you a little sampling of all the things i want to give to you:
a bucket of plants
a vegan hippo
lollies from jupiter
gift card good for one minute with a machete
a rocket ship
nine pregnant lemurs
19th century hosiery
a bloody nose
broken pair of robot arms
a hair cut
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my charbroiled romance
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and, yes, the dreamy idealist
Dreamy Idealist (DI)
Dreamy Idealists are very cautious and therefore often appear shy and reserved to others. They share their rich emotional life and their passionate convictions with very few people. But one would be very much mistaken to judge them to be cool and reserved. They have a pronounced inner system of values and [...]
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my magical personality
Your Q Score is: 22
The Q score ideally should be as small as possible, indicating maximum agreement among elements. However, even a tiny Q score may not mean optimal functioning, since all four elements may in fact be relatively undeveloped.
Your Primary Mythical Creature
Water Types
The main strength of the Water types is feeling. The second element [...]
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this world is an illusion
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exercise in negative capability
milk before killing, milk before eating (with the patience required for screwing in a light bulb)
There’s room for meat
and mars this time of year is burnt skin.
They peel it.
When i reach the telephone booth please have my horse ready. He’s been gnawing on the number nine. The last cloud of hay didn’t come [...]
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i’ve arrived
my fat face is ripe:
i don’t want to fall in love or share a bed or a bank account or an apartment
my eye is swollen again, adding to the puffiness:
i’m not interested in having date nights, that comes years after the prescribed flirting that comes months after the small talk over sushi.
my fiber intake is [...]
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