oh, renoir

nocturne communique/nocturnal e-mission
IAYM / i sold my heart to the junkman

textual relations/e-ruptions
break the ice by breaking a glass.

unzip yr fly in the park and invade the air with cut grass. smells of musk and smoke sifted through heat and skateboards in a stairwell.

i've always been in love with grids (at the same that i'm overwhelmed by the rectilinear) and now i'm gonna start owning it. finding and exposing my golden section. "the idea is the machine that makes the art."

summer leave. what's the connection between the organism and the action? a point of distension. i'm leaving trails of blood wherever i go. and maybe i'm following yr bloody footprints. the buildup of sediment and sentiment. black sludge. skin peels slowly. you don't gotta know how to force it. just how to make it easy from the proper point of entry. williams was wrong about the red wheelbarrow. what he meant was a blue t-shirt and translucent skin underneath.

a bottle of water. you must be thirsty. apparition, vocal chords, breath. it's dark and we're in a cave and that's why it's dark. and shadows tells us nothing about anything. it's the jugular. cage is the prophet. sit back and listen to yr blood boil. build the building that holds yr heart. cosmic retribution, attrition, pronunciation. you're drawing with yr tongue out and i'm drawing yr tongue. the shape and water. drawing it with water, incidentally. just letting the lines drip like sleep. like pollock minus the sylus. if you were fluent in torture, you would let me strike you gently.

looking at:
sarah baley
dynasty handbag - bags
heartsrevolution - the rose and her prince
man-made star to unlock cosmic secrets
naked lunch @ 50
top 50 text acronyms parents should know
web style guide

listening to:
cocoanut groove
dandy warhols - cool as kim deal
kim deal - i believe in miracles (you sexy thing)
viktor sjöberg