Tuesday 14 July 2015

fatimas hand

a box of wooden fish silver fish interrupted so let there be light a candle for penance or light your ass on fire both can be considered an option dig + dig + root + keep digging the colossus at the back of your nose repetitive i said repetitive endeavour keeps the motor running and the handbrakey is on making stoke for the fire that quells titular ambition i said and then i said practice makes perfect practice makes perfect practice makes practically permanent because before you always had to trats eht ot dniwer (a box of wooden fish) before you passed it on and that was equally more time consuming and yet sometimes ill be waiting in a queue at the back and theres toddler toddlers babies fathers toddlers all trying for the zip line & its always worth it in the end & in the meantime the clock is and never has stopped ticking and not definitely even in a metaphorical sensei metronome for your thoughts first every second second second every third fourth fifth second and then its about time for my coronation. an art dealer lives in berlin avoids kunsts a right regular blackbeard no map karteless digging and digging and rooting and digging a new route to china through the approximate centre of the universe to say SPRING BUDDHA! I CHALLENGE U TO SEVERAL GAMES OF BACKGAMMON i won the first two lost the next two hot rubber went the other way so i climbed the throne clambered up his legs up his chest on his shoulders across his face on his head so good a bad loser can celebrate so fatima led me fed me kusmi tea and we got highfived all night. back to the studio where i am sprinkling sea salt on butter spread on a rice cracker picking my nose.

 

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