I am full of hate, August 27, 2018, 11:29:16 – 11:31:29

A human in the void
Streetlight pearls strung on cities
Not before the trees burst to life
Your loss is in the right place
Streetlight pearls strung on cities
They must go around
Your loss is in the right place
The blossoms of sleep
They must go around
I’m foreign to you
The blossoms of sleep
I’m foreign to you
Not before the trees burst to life
A human in the void

I am full of questions, August 22, 2018, 14:46:03 – 14:47:28

To bathe, anoint, swaddle
Not viscous like seaweed between fingers
Hidden in a fish
With a mirror hung in front
Not viscous like seaweed between fingers
Like a bomb beneath the heart
With a mirror hung in front
Nakedness is omnipresent
Like a bomb beneath the heart
Is it allowed?
Nakedness is omnipresent
Is it allowed?
Hidden in a fish
To bathe, anoint, swaddle

I am full of hate, August 22, 2018, 14:08:52 – 14:10:28

You are not in contact with anything
From where to where
Does it bar you from being deep?
It’s just a matter of this
From where to where
No part of you will be liberated
It’s just a matter of this
Forest animals are released in the fog
No part of you will be liberated
Do your jobs and hate me
Forest animals are released in the fog
Do your jobs and hate me
Does it bar you from being deep?
You are not in contact with anything

I am full of questions, August 22, 2018, 13:44:59 – 13:46:28

They appear as images
To tell a red tale
I was already in the hallway
The egg grows
To tell a red tale
You will always appeal to me
The egg grows
To remember is to love
You will always appeal to me
You planted it in your interior self
To remember is to love
You planted it in your interior self
I was already in the hallway
They appear as images

I am full of questions, August 22, 2018, 12:18:31 – 12:19:21

Where everything rustles dryly
You insert yourself
I will erect the new paradise
Comprised of interior and exterior
You insert yourself
Surveillance in everyone’s backpack
Comprised of interior and exterior
It runs through me
Surveillance in everyone’s backpack
There is something between humans
It runs through me
There is something between humans
I will erect the new paradise
Where everything rustles dryly

I am full of questions, August 17, 2018, 17:57:41 – 17:59:35

The branches of every tree are near red
Like a soft blanket
Man!
They gaze into each other’s mirrors
Like a soft blanket
Hands wanting to stroke what is rough
They gaze into each other’s mirrors
Dreaming is a utopian occupation
Hands wanting to stroke what is rough
A kind of universal harmony
Dreaming is a utopian occupation
A kind of universal harmony
Man!
The branches of every tree are near red

I am full of questions, August 17, 2018, 17:30:04 – 17:32:05

Through bodily enlargements
It spreads throughout the body
The self is monolithic
The loser is an animal
It spreads throughout the body
You could call that power
The loser is an animal
Thigh thick and thigh delicious
You could call that power
The blossoms fall
Thigh thick and thigh delicious
The blossoms fall
The self is monolithic
Through bodily enlargements

I am full of questions, August 16, 2018, 23:42:29 – 23:43:44

Light reaches in through the window
We are not in contact with anything
I’m trying
We dream for a thousand years
We are not in contact with anything
To confuse emptiness with a lack of
We dream for a thousand years
I don’t converse in my dreams
To confuse emptiness with a lack of
I will ripple like rings in the grass
I don’t converse in my dreams
I will ripple like rings in the grass
I’m trying
Light reaches in through the window