The only thing I am certain of is that the weight of my foot will kill the spider
that there is no such thing as a feather that can help me float. Here, in the tree where you count the days, I am making a list of the things you love: circles, lines.
Something that ought to have remained hidden
“We’re so motivated to get rid of that feeling that we look for meaning and coherence elsewhere,”
The terrorism of politesse maintains an imperceptible distance
What are you in the art world? The answer, and the art world, matter less each time the question is asked.
It seems like something I’ve already seen
I’d like to see the porno staged in one of those George W. Bush, No-Child-Left-Behind inspired “charter” elementary schools.
Wondering how he managed to botch simple Wikipedia instructions
Some of the Orlandos live in towns and villages and hamlets but most live in cities, residing in studio apartments others find sad and shrinking but the Orlandos consider palatial. They uniformly believe dusk to be the cruelest time of day, the way it drowns the sun in the black waters of the horizon.
A period of loneliness
As if things couldn’t get any worse, playing cards came pouring out of his extra large wireless breasts unexpectedly. The trained showman in him turned it into something which seemed entirely planned.
