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This first drawing .. well, messy, lots of colour, but some balance, a bit pleasing, surprisingly, or spelling mistakes, some, barely indicated, where are you, mess, get on with your day, cover up mistakes, be part of the city.

Be part of life, pollution, cars, cover it up, smoking, drugs, cover it up, money corruption, stealing, cover it up, blend camouflage

Keep functioning

Human .. as well as see what you like in it, you could see a meadow hass ha being strafed by war guns attacking squirrels insects ants .. many things can inspire many other things .. talk to me, push this paper across to me, or you have a scan, let me see it on my device.

Sit, be silent, non-expressive, see such vital life in papers.  See where things were cut, pasted on angle not straight, unique colours, unique lines, now look at person in front of you, afraid to mention it all about them, we do things, forward, from us, what is us, probably just blank, not even on earth, a blank capsule seat controls no inclusion in life we live as best we can, cut up some papers, paste them down, gluestick glue on hands messy do your best, do a few, have a few sheets, express, wash your hands before moving on to next stage, after gluing, pressing down, fastening, us, I guess.  “Me, more than me, back in the capsule, you unidentified me too.”

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So next drawing oh very soft barely touched to paper barely pressed in “where are you?” identify yourself, human” or back in the capsule, or through walls, ah we have words, fonts, designs, little marks, read write speak, but us back in there, not here, somehow.  But surely the delicate line of a shadow, a cut edge of 20 lb. paper, or pretty light, beautiful soft shadow, scanner light run underneath .. beautiful soft shadow ..

I could have been here, once or twice in my life.

I push papers across to you now, papers contain what “more of me?” I avoid your gaze.  Don’t want to be found out.  For whatever we all are inside.  All of us.  Converse on that.  Beeps ? slices? Blips squeaks, unintelliguibke bsck in the capsule/ spell right I do mostly, we put in our day/ warm spend a 100 yeasrs a thousand yesrs watch, hitch up, trailer, humsn, something, speak, never, I pay my price, my years, never had a career just a capsule back from a broken human, I truied to control him her them these I could edo very nothing an idolized nothing I saw him herthrough, him or her hithed up to bodies through my rime/ time I mean, he is broken downt spell right// wih hery money, my hurrypaoper, different now, but my plastic face, my basnk transfer, or nowhere is me, just siot with me, I guve srt, / give artof a strange computerut paper what a rut, of lines, fuints mescallwords perfectly printed no drug but then messed up with me might be me I scream halfway betweem hesvem and esrth controls make me at the cush seat scream ir the beig thrasjes dolpgin too, burps, bwtween heaven fish sale and esrth.

We wink this fucked up remnsnt msterual stre I wander no 2 arms 2 legs see

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So that was the 2^nd drawing, here’s the 3^rd oh again very little to it or lots to it less busy “x’s” like signatures, of missing humans, on perfect fonts little you can do to them “act your life, human, be there” we hang around missing capsule being not human doesn’t make a stink hangs around halfway in human body can feel the arms fingers but really isn’t it.  Do meditation.  Get closer.  Feel these details, classify them, delineate them – know them.  /know whst you are

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So the 4^th drawing, is a 3-page drawing, 3 pages oh a story about furry animals the being in the capsule might as well be a squirrel for all the fucking influence he has on earth, he or she, in the capsule, what do they have, tampons, condoms? Do they clip their nails? Put on nailpolish? Ah it’s a being not of matter .. and therefore, well what place can it have at the table?  For all of us?

So we show up, a coffeeshop, ah don’t get your chocolate muffin on my papers .. ah, meet humans, in society art shops, cubicles, rent a place to sit, a small table, two chairs, papers, talk, you fool .. no talk .. what is this, speed dating? Or end of your life, at 20, it could be, the end “never said it” “never found a person to say it to” “whatever you were going to say”

Meet with papers whether you’re willing to identify or can even identify the other being, the eotu, edge of universe, anything there, where matter is conjured up, planets, gases, colours, lights, “action!” speak it, here, your lousy shitty papers, can’t you do fine lines better, yes I can I did them at one time, I went to jail, fine lines, fine line between insanity and sitting on your ass for 30 years mind blown creature from capsule got to earth what did he do fuck up sit rot in mentally ill person 30 years .. find meditation .. by accident .. so balance out, creature from off of earth and human being.

Be something

At last

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Say any of you, dip in here, any person or lie or vested interest in unfeelable being back in you come out invisib;e little thing, as a prayer being, is she silver, grey, slight, androgynous, ancient, wise, a million years old hash it up draw speak haltingly meditation influence freak has a chance at this, the real enough gugg person, or whatever junkyasrd you call it, little thing bolts up screw holes carpenter metalsmith it is./ whast whacko sit plain ordinary

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