see it through : 31.2mb
Dear you (so and so),
The malignancy of this flatland mountain climbing quickly spoils the fruits (of passion and substance.)

how we get down : 3.4mb
kitchen full of a few good friends. old times relived. so much less to think about. nothing more needed except for the present. welcome home.

almost there : 2.9 mb
As a plunge through into the diaphanous tiers of society a young man loses his mind to the command of something he cannot explain.

extent : .5mb
there are three of us here. consuming with not much to give back. still looking for the extention to lead. I am not sure there is a way to cool off..

just before the rain : 1.0mb
bottles of red wine on roofs. tumbling around pushing a little looseness. reprieve. dissonance remains far away and they need nothing more.

pardon this canto : 1.1mb
curiosity was born with the universe. fist fulls of dust formulated by the hand of an artist. letting it be shaken down to its foundation and consecrated madly.

a few silent moments : 1.2 mb
longing to discuss the state of things. Permeated with poignant eroticisms. blurring the division between man and machine. softer now... and svelte.

riot or ruin : 7.7mb
trains and bus. sources for patterns on print and interlaced media. washed out emotions. the bag is still leaking. sudanese beaches.

victorian chairs : 2 mb
sweltering hot nights in bed next to someone that makes it even hotter. A violent dream stemming from monks and large piles of rocks. maybe theres still one hand to pray with.

dysfuntional monuments : 19.2mb
as the world presents itself with this chaos, it feeds back into itself. Its real place in existence is in the special social material of signs created by humans. Individually created and lost in translation.

young man digests everything : 25.8mb
aloof and forcebly quiet one will run into such problems as believing he is only meant for himself. running face first into the aesthetic of crumpled paper and destroyed sympathetic views of future rhythms.

gray matter : 26.7mb
systematic deviations from operatic form. glass. the binary opposition between fact and fiction is no longer relevant; it is the assertion of the space between the entities that matters.

five by eight and a half : 6.9mb
screaming fireworks or an anagram for strings. a little bit of war, violence and entropy. this creates itself feeding back on its own aesthetic. eyes eating the tones sounding off.