People filter through, the gallery, coffeeshop, hey don’t spill on anything, sit, take off your coat, people stare around “what kind of gallery is this?” white tables white chairs white floors white walls, ah it’s killing my eyes just downplay it, meet how do buyers sit and feel weird new group, to meet the ones that meditate, that have screwed up minds, meditate, to conquer it or make friends with it, and they scribble and design and draw and talk, or not much talking, are deathly afraid .. what is earth? What am I doing here?
Janey sits, has those 2 papers above “it’s what I can’t say” she says, “it’s from my proff at the college or artist not here crazy mind .. friend” buyer says “so you can’t say any of it to me,” “no nothing” sit stare “you come another time, another few times, or you don’t show up, share yourself broken person, with money, curiosity, slumming with all us ‘how big money learns, to feel” ah loose arrangements .. so the papers “I get tired of meditating, or when do you get past the roadblock .. you want to do it, you value it, you been doing it a good number of years, 14, 15, more, or are just starting out, facing a long road in it” so that’s sort of what these papers say – come back next time, do I like you, do we do a little dance of do we like each other enough, to enter into this relationship, buyer to producer, of things we are frozen up on, make a little show, even past the bright lights maybe it does a tiny little something/ you buy, I maybe get to full public talking odd new style for world, ah” weeks go by, come back, no, the patron comes as often as she can, tries to share talk these odd groups, poor, on a budget, plain seating, or more, better seating, better place, or will it kill the mood, come talk, come attempt talk, never done.
We feel better, meeting someone there, to talk, society’s abandoned “to talk only, take time to talk only” “listen, don’t fix, listen. Really listen, ah, kindness glow” rare, sit with me, young person, in this alien talk, or not here, young alien, young something, or ageless, the talk not applied to earth
So give me papers signed illustrated “us” “you, me” patron, artist, sick person, another sick person/ or wanting to know what’s in that head equals no money no sex equals on weird insane other trip to true conversation no drugs no drinking clear to share it/ weird as youtmosphere of weuurd brojn dne brothers sisters compartiots “you’re done with life” weord broken seeking the next life of spelling of body image face age spend this, no crazy koolaood to cult desth, no, we are regulsr p[eople kniow sweet syrfascced vvinversation conversation a few bad spell, relstg. As our bishlies, the matter of hair skin female male on arrival, to this, we have knoiwn people gone to the edge of the imn meditation universe, say very little, shot off left ewatch flames from ankles. It is very regular, shiffle papers, slide me them bsck I rise seem lighter snd fur th, thsts whst we do
Thsts all we can do
Just society/ you’re nit from herem, this society, on this
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So end of that writing right there, but .. oh, mental cases, nah not really, smart people, don’t belong, shuffle these papers, show “i.d.” working on this, missing conversation, of tiredness at the end of all religion science streets roads garbage cleanup clothes soft touch never meet .. society, slowly, doesn’t disintegrate, just has “nothing” so meet for papers odd mental health small government funded charity funded meeting place, fairly large room, where’s the gallery, where’s the money, not here .. and do we have odd papers, no, that lead to advanced talk of some other being?, say what?whtyou talking asbiyt/ no
People want to talk yeah there is some variation of these papers being valuable and somebody capable of talking “advanced talk” well, shyly, may not ever be able to get it across .. but most talk is done “very close to how it is” “very close to how humans do it”
There is nothing else, we are improving on no room left to improve, thin slivers of “talk wasn’t working out” thin advanced no new room there, make it to there, wide eyes, no, it’s just broken people, tired
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