and do you, have a swimming pool, yes, and I hate you, and I hate you, yes, and your honest/dishonest ways, you cannot be as real, as am, mem, I am, blown apart, Gauguin, you never try, try, apart

and for those who ponder gravity, the answer is simple, we are not pulled down, instead, all matter and in-between, is expanding, constantly and with relativity, so, the greater the matter, the greater the push, but not, as we experience, primarily against other matter here, but instead against, the background fabric/dimension, we all ride the wave ( Read more... )

question-mark, question-mark
period, junction, period

the war reporter, who cannot write, standing, at the philosophical front line, battling, his own Existentialism, wounded, at the thought, that he could not spell, the word 'Existentialism', without looking it up, first

and there is a maxim, of photography, that you can be either an observer, or a participant, but never both, and last night, in my sleep, I sprained a finger, on my left hand, and it hurts now, as I type this, simply because, I was clenching my fist, so fiercely, while I slept, and my jaw is sore, because, I was pressing my teeth together, with such ( Read more... )

the comedian, who is not funny, meets the intellectual, who is not intelligent, and together they dine, upon a meal, made of stone

and as far as I, have come to understand, it appears to me, that pointillism, is perhaps, the best representation, of humanity, small dots, of tangential color, small dots, that alone, are specifically only one hue, one tint, one shade, and one tone, but when these motes, have been placed, next to one another, a new and indescribable complexion, is ( Read more... )

and so this, is what happens, when the furniture fornicates, this, is what happens, when the furniture makes love, finding chairs upon chairs, entangled and sweaty, the couch and the desk, in an orgy of lust, and so this, is what happens, when the furniture fornicates, this, is what happens, when the furniture fucks, finding the footstool and ( Read more... )

and my brother, was inspired, by the shape, of a stone, walking his path, alone, in the night, collecting materials, in his pockets, his basket, collecting materials, in his old wheelbarrow flight, stones in his hands, stones in his mind, and my brother, spent years, building himself, a place of worship, building himself, the palace ideal, and my ( Read more... )

and the old crossroads, fascinate me, because I understand, just how great, the stakes might be, and when I first moved to Portland, I was offered two jobs, on the very same afternoon, and I was offered, a day position, at an upstart architectural firm, that was quickly rising, through the ranks, that was quickly becoming, an A-list firm, and there ( Read more... )