eco friendly sellouts
guerrilla voice phrases.
tiger lingo campaign slogan
a brick to brain threshold.
a nuanced illustration on how complex trauma can truly be.
rosy, bullet shaped, the very first wine & bow tie that Spring double knotted.
an ends to every first Friday in a kitchen house show we were sardines
dining dollar dependencies diced enough to coin flip birthday wishes into a placebo fix something tangible to come home to
some past lover’s embroidered rug
maybe a bass guitar chick who can but won’t cook.
we’d be completely broken calling ourselves happy. nappy headed clones
speech demos cuneiform morse code wardrobe changes
no lions no witches just vanilla glow paint.
genesis shade we don’t move darkness until our sundials,
soft limbed shelter, all this magic looking so damn familiar
professions and/or nationalities. basanji erasure poises.
Night talker speeds afropunk police kneecap hyphenation.
Uncharted, a path making more trouble than my memory can regret
A cynical flat tire search, our flawed revenue sharks. Step by step paid leave.
3rd party resemblance, opinion blimps teaching the sky how to learn to do better.
coy non verbals maybe this is me counting cards
at an ancient papyri auction, replicas only
I am alternating footprints for open toed acceptance.
silhouettes for selfies, imagine momentums ego, now imagine exceptionality
framed dirt, another upheaval dew breaker shrine.
no limit face plethora less audible more automatic pre conditional word burglars
revenge veterans clear & concise past tense.
urbanomics tongue ozone sins, round table consumption.
anthem less people we treat our triggers poorly, harpoon anecdotes.
we laugh at bad examples and claim our favorite hobbies include:
panhandling our anxieties hula hop demands.
a riddled coercion, pretend to be my plymouth rock premise
my overdraft fee fiend ESL tangled jigsaw togetherness
standstill traffic difference between right and wrong
status quo periphery still gone.
crime rate regime Trespass verdict.
law abiding plea deals.
oddly enough we demand our own bruises
Chance phantom subculture puff piece quantum myths.
Make each spectator feel ashamed.
We arrive by taxi, camels bummed off randoms beneath a holy luna light pollution.
No frontiers in mind.