You see this drawing, very strange glued down papers awkward cut not a template not a design all lined up each time
No
How we walk, people, how we look to art, to just say nothing, shaddup, be identifiable, be papers, like a driver’s license .. an occupant’s license, of earth. Look around, don’t know what to say, art says a lot, how I should feel, how I should romance a woman, but meanwhile by ourselves we are pretty dead, not much of a library, sure I’ve read books, don’t remember many, but what to say to a girl, a woman, I guess you can say enough, and to anyone, business, pleasure, words, how you hold your body, smell, I hope you’ve showered within the last 2 days, and getting along in life, what to say, who to pay, who to show up for, what forms to sign “but our other life” the one unsaid, this piece of shitty paper might as well do it, come sit with me, see my scan, I’m no fucking artist, I could be I suppose, it’s too late for that, it’s too late for all of us, past careers, what to say to someone, how to manipulate, even our wife or husband, we’re clear enough, sparkling enough, aren’t we? to her? but curiously removed “make something that represents me – show my papers” border crossing, no I don’t want to fuck you, or fuck you over, rip you off, a kiss, a business deal – it’s just me
See me
What are the art galleries for that, people sit in cubicles shroudings paper sweatshirt fleece huddle show themselves in this art these papers
For ordinary people, innocent back in there somewhere, bright shining light of a beautiful new day somewhere back in there – come out – child – brilliant artist, stepped on his head, trampled, still look fresh and new, okay? Clean up. Sit there. Buffoon. All of us, in pursuit of this.
Honest times, of alien, elephant, cinder block, basement, capture, balls, vulva, vulvoshine, glisten sheepolishoepolish wonder sheep went worse smack merde man shit the woman smack sold me with love tarnish to sour palette springs knife whats rthe spelling of palet to my tongue I eat musty dogtard lonely hot swimmydog stink veggie boredger slight badger ally with criticism we barbecue taste we are lost trampysexnsatlabntic flight thinking thid thud porno mag dreaming this pop star slight sugar, shining scrapbook our sedate intelligence then dirty mind flow accomplishment dream buy, on the sight, 2075 dollars a good price my story my art me not yet perhaps never he dreams businessman with a slight hard-on comfortable will plane go down insert wingless in vulva success wife woof me woof owner of god take us both for a walk lap happy drool, at this street glam grime, we want this, at society’s galleries, down the street two houses party for Halloween over christmas christ I’m not gerttig dressed stsy in m p.js, mske jewelry hesr stupid song on the rsdio
This
Complexioty they couldn’t gert sounds words chimes smoke from rsdip I best it with a baseball bst there sucxess clean photo words durt stiry no ass crack smell tsrdy srtust with smoked radio dint hsver to owen gim psy him,
Pay him/ dream, fart silent slip tiny wint stink up aitrplane/There you gsver yor srt story and piece of passper srt
Pay me stewardness fat guy bwhind mside me skinny guy behind me woman separatyed intp logic cubes nearby floating powertful; she comes over to question me slightly aurhioritariam
I shift/ what werte some of thiose words spaces creation we sail
Word jump mugPrsctuce
A dyctuir on snagst turedmess/ angst opouyring
Lipper vodkaPay me sleep
You are alive now
Somewhere over the atlantic toweard home
Does antine at all dream like this
In our world
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