mtroubadour

0. Distribution You slowly begin to consider your relative positions. The meaning of the alert in your email inbox begins to change. In fragments, Life begins to replace Art in your discussions, just as you begin to bring what you've learned through Art into your life: all the melodramas, wishes, and conflicts. You learn each others' addresses, voices, and the space between you, in distance, in age, and in philosophy, becomes activated. 1. Gesture We go back to basics. Let go of what you think it looks like. There, a skinny woman with long red hair walking, the wrong direction, in the waiting lounge. Your misconceptions only confuse your

defying movement, motion, creation frost without the fall this ordered sky, a mockery of patience a filter to fill all colour, all sense fled oh the sky is dead a perfect amber for us for those who wait out in the stars edgeless crystal unbroken yet insubstant pallid, a shell eleven will tell a mess of demons caught within rejected from the sky all colour, all sense fled oh the sky is dead inert, compressed sunk halfway down a buoyancy that's not much help shadowless, ungrounded purporting to purge leaching colour, confined purposelessness boring into our minds a light all good offices seek to emulate we scream

The lobby and front entrance are strictly out of bounds. In the car park, if you ask yourself any of these questions – how you're going to get out of a spot, whether you're allowed to park there, if the monster truck beside you will crush your car when it leaves, if you'll crush the motor scooter in the next stall, whether your car will roll onto a different level, if you'll be able to find your car again, etc. – you're behaving normally and you will almost certainly find your car in the same state and location that you left it in. Use the service staircase and corridor to avoid surprises. The more lush and carpeted a staircase is

Source different things at different times avoiding happiness even as the sun bursts in daze of sorrow - or was it awareness hell is far behind this is. my name is and so he would dance coughs up blood mask feeding ego a pitiful fantasy to aid and comfort Triptych dance of sorrow and happiness mask is comfort. pitiful, hell. feeding up blood or even my name is different, at _____. War bursts. daze. avoiding different things. in times, this awareness to a far fantasy it is ego as the sun coughs behind so he would -- "aid and" -- was