Tuesday, October 19, 2021

we learned how to move. how to be moved.

 felt    feelings    feeling    feel

by the end, seaweed in the wind

turned on my head, by the end 

we learned how to move. be moved

could no longer agree. just turn side to side.

cyanotype

 when we were a child we set a camp in our backyard. but that wasn't safe enough. we moved indoors. some bubbles. we watched in-horror movies. to stimulate the thing we imagining. we set camp in the alone. (the institution is the indoors. the horror resides there too.) we hide in the alone without wood. to stimulate the fear of experience and canon to drive desire. you make me wild, dd.

i talk a big game

 i'm just lonely today.

                 not bleeding...

                              today .

they say ever institution is modelled after a prison

this is how I find a flight (zoom in)

this is how I consult a life (zoom in)

this is how I drink a day (zoom in) x64

this is how they eat little shits like you for breakfast (zoom in)


choreography of hands (and history)

 performance of a sequence (& culture lost)  --sideway implications

                                                                        --danger&virtue

decontexualize, recontextualize 

                                                  (until everyone is humiliated) 

what is essential is to lack precarity, difficult consumption, choreography

Friday, October 15, 2021

in the summer, i was running

 a clever hand

hidden from ai

it was a pretty weird felt tip

The year was 2009 and I was cutting my assymetrical bangs

 while watching some indie movie with either Eliot Page or Zooey Deschanel or--improbably--Malin Akerman in it. Released straight-to-cable (right? 2009, pre netflix streaming?) many years after made.

Adopting from it something that built affirmations I still use today. 

It was thin  light  fluff, but with our love, became dense  weighty  me at