processed.
a project of skill-less and dead-author labor turned dead-text turned dead-reader, love affair with space, some cloud to influx information without regard for human eyes. &poetry
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.
a friend said, women become more interested in witchcraft when their nights are threatened
*rights, not nights
mattgaetz: we have to burn the witches.
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
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