01.
WHAT IS AN “X” IF NOT TWO PILLARS WHICH HAVE COME TOGETHER
02
“Not Much left to burn”
Said a community without magic.
Only the Abiogenetic can rescue
“We have already consumed eachothers breath”
Said the community without magic.
03
How do I mourn Polar Bears
Without alienating my Mother
04
Drag Acts:wigs under wigs.
Ancient relics unerthed.
That secret told to a friend or shared in a circle.
A “reveal” is something present, transitioning into the known.
05
I had hoped for more time,
But it is always of the time.
That such caprices are decided.
The common terrioty of abandoning friends for sex.
06
PEPR
WHAT IS AN “X” IF NOT TWO PILLARS WHICH HAVE COME TOGETHER
02
“Not Much left to burn”
Said a community without magic.
Only the Abiogenetic can rescue
“We have already consumed eachothers breath”
Said the community without magic.
03
How do I mourn Polar Bears
Without alienating my Mother
04
Drag Acts:wigs under wigs.
Ancient relics unerthed.
That secret told to a friend or shared in a circle.
A “reveal” is something present, transitioning into the known.
05
I had hoped for more time,
But it is always of the time.
That such caprices are decided.
The common terrioty of abandoning friends for sex.
06
PEPR
PREP
07
Despair in Lark,
To the club in the eclipse,
Why do all animals go weird,
Son in the dark
07
Chemicals mixing with nature,
Christians now settled in local stone.
09
The dilemma of men & ruinous tools,
Is that the quantum of “X”,
Can be reduced to “put it in here” or two pipes resting on a table.
10
We have all heard the proverb,
Heaven & Hell is a table with bowls of rice,
Dressed with impossible chopsticks to narrate the nature of a soul.
In my world there is no heaven or hell,
As at this table we all share,
It is in the rice.
Despair in Lark,
To the club in the eclipse,
Why do all animals go weird,
Son in the dark
07
Chemicals mixing with nature,
Christians now settled in local stone.
09
The dilemma of men & ruinous tools,
Is that the quantum of “X”,
Can be reduced to “put it in here” or two pipes resting on a table.
10
We have all heard the proverb,
Heaven & Hell is a table with bowls of rice,
Dressed with impossible chopsticks to narrate the nature of a soul.
In my world there is no heaven or hell,
As at this table we all share,
It is in the rice.
This piece is currently tucked under my bed and saw the #👀 's looking back at me and got me thinking/ remembering of a time.
This was a reimagination of the cartoon archetype scenes "multiple eyes in the dark forest looking back when a torch was shone on them" scene. I always identified with those creatures; they were on the fringes, mystic and anonymous- only their eyes could give them away.
They were nocturnal and I was becoming that too.
I have experienced so much of my identity in the night; It always felt more unknowable to others, maybe even myself, if I set off, going about the things I did, then. That suited me. App's/ maps/ bodies - all directions and signals read in the dark. There were others like me: nocturnal, doing the things I did too.
🌲👀👀👀👀🌲
I think that's why those cartoon scenes resonated.
A hidden, unknowable form to the main character with the 🔦 who seemed perturbed by their presence
Anyway - that's the thought I was thinking 🤗
This was a reimagination of the cartoon archetype scenes "multiple eyes in the dark forest looking back when a torch was shone on them" scene. I always identified with those creatures; they were on the fringes, mystic and anonymous- only their eyes could give them away.
They were nocturnal and I was becoming that too.
I have experienced so much of my identity in the night; It always felt more unknowable to others, maybe even myself, if I set off, going about the things I did, then. That suited me. App's/ maps/ bodies - all directions and signals read in the dark. There were others like me: nocturnal, doing the things I did too.
🌲👀👀👀👀🌲
I think that's why those cartoon scenes resonated.
A hidden, unknowable form to the main character with the 🔦 who seemed perturbed by their presence
Anyway - that's the thought I was thinking 🤗