*It is late, I was feelings for poetics, certain doom and apologies*

A new head of school. A decent watch--too pink--too slick. A thing I was/am excited about, but, like everything--no perfection...betterment, I think. A Charlie-white-man who cannibalized an identity (maybe after reading Tiqqun), made a young woman (a commodity-girl-pure-consumption-thing) minor-local-famous through the appropriation of her not-men-body (through explicit use and exploit a point is made, but ala-Santiago Sierra, who's on top?), lived in Cali so super PC and wifing a poet (above all affliction, and smart too--above all blame, careful association)...who clever trick: predated/predicted fourth wave feminist aesthetics--bewares, for sure, nodad created by dads is a commonality in problematics.