Are we here already?
Beside skin of my own land the air,
Taught with injuries and bred for tonight,
Heavy and stinking hot,
Glows along the sidewalk followed by constant explosions,
trails of disappearing white lines.
Dancing under street lights
scuttling fingers, breaking lips;
It’s found an interim home here but there
dripping joy, asking forgivenesses;
The being internal in youth.
A play of exuberance in 2^nd sequence.
Wishing twice to be once and for all
And ever.

Up back the alley red-sashed and hoisted for us to see
And only one who saw the wide-eyed smiled backflips tumble-downs
Rummaging in leaves, looking for homes;
But when finally the skin melts, stretches
Curdling around a fashionable new shape,
These houses aren’t homes anymore.
Turning in hands, winding clocks
backwards a long time.

a good idea for photo of a virtuoso pianist: position him just above the instrument and tie marionette puppet strings to the hammers, making it so that the piano is his puppet and he the puppet master. contrasty of course.

kingdom for a chance.

such a matter of time and patinence is balance. the points that tend to matter most are of no ease in gaining.

layer the time and let lenses see the rest;;;;;;[[[[9000000000 times/second];;;;;;.
"if i could start again every day, i would" said the notes.
"we live an infintely small life" perhaps just one more musing

inspiration in spy ration: no i, tar ipsni.
if i could i would
i would promise to fly to fall, to llaf and laugh.
waking up wishing it were 4 years ago.

the lyrics of the song "Moving, Shaking" by Great Lake Swimmers are incredibly pertinent to the past few months on the gulf coast, and to anyone who is faced with a devastating obstacle to overcome, whether it be physical, social, or mental. The song lingers its way through lines describing the sudden inability of a once capable being, wooing his will in hopes to resurrect its broken pieces. the words highlight that idea of how everything can be seen from two sides. What results is a core existential truth - man is alone and only has himself to determine his identity and his worth. The chorus, calling out to the hands and fingers that end them, admits to this truth. The body is the limit of certainty in all of us. Everyone is subordinate to this boundary. In times of desperation (typically in the wake of either creation or destruction) our selves are the only things left.
the lyrics:

Moving, shaking
I can't write
I can't sing
I can't play
My insides have been broken
My inspiration has flown away
It's hard to see all the little things

There's a universe
In a crack in the wall
Or an ant crawling across
A broken tile
And it's hard to see all the little things
When the big things get in the way

I can't eat
I can't sleep
I can't think straight
I did not know it could be like this
Some things are better off being left alone
There are things that are better left unknown


Oh hands,
Don't fail me now
They're the only things I have left
Oh fingers,
Don't let me down, now
They're the only things that aren't gone

Oh world, come
Come crashing down, now
Oh hands, don't fail me now
Oh let me become if I'm new to this
Oh hands, don't fail me, now


I'm carrying my life in a cardboard box
Carrier bag on my back
I'm carrying my life in a cardboard box
Carrier bag on my back

Oh hands,
Don't fail me now
They're the only things I have got
Oh fingers,
Don't let me down, now
Oh hands, don't fail me now

All Hell falls
All down around me
Oh hands, don't fail me now
Oh fingers,
Don't let me down, now
Oh hands, don't fail me now

'I'm not living
I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kitten smile

Just, don't leave
Don't leave

And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps'

t.y.
(and a bit of me too)

"the beginning is the most important part of the work", or so said plato.