the back of my mindI will sweep you to the back of my mind and wait for a moment to pass by.the back of my mind
I will tie you to the back of my thoughts so that no matter how quickly I swivel my head you will still aways be on the other side.
I'd rather not think about things undone so that I can just pretend the world is beautiful
Getting therethe road is one long runway and I would fly but it would cost me the sensation of rotating rubber. Still I press harder until everything blurs and everyone moves to the other side to let me pass. I let miles glide by without a thought until I remember: I was hoping for sensation and I roll down my window to feel a rush.Getting there
It hits me and becomes clear there was fire lately here though the smoke has cleared something lingers in the air and I wonder how much I've missed letting it all rush by and not even wondering &
Journey of SelfIf I could be only angles (I prefer sharp edges) I would be bright dancing trianglesJourney of Self
I am only wonder I am only tears I am a warm bed in the morning after the fourth snooze I am re-entry into the ozone (burning, burning)
I am a painting only, it's not yet painted. I keep trying at it, wondering if I can ever invent myself.
I'd rather not be known so no one thinks It's a crazy rennovation project that I change every day.
I am a movie. I am moving, changing, I am in flux.
I
Maybe more excited than he is...
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My spirit animal is Gary Coleman.
The Exquisite Corpse , Visionary Art Tribe
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