Hopping up from the ground, I felt alive, wonderful. At once the realization that no one had noticed my body on the ground in the middle of a somewhat busy street in Tokyo. Unsettling. I snapped back. Wa tha… ?
02/16/12 It’s a movement I’m familiar with.
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No one wondered why I was on my back with every shirt pant sock shoe wallet and key untaken. No one wondered, because no one saw. I quickly realized the situation. It’s kinda funny, actually.
04/06/12 We follow light because light is fast.
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One pursues one’s pursuant ego. Who are you, and where is here? These thoughts were all there was. The I in the equation, strangely unnoticed, as was absent.
02/16/12 The track made an impression.
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There were folks cruising by. I may have known them. As it was, they glided by, not thinking a bit about me. I’m thinking about them, but they’re not thinking about me. How does that balance in the end. When where does it end.
06/08/12 Everything… wrapped.
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We break into something. We were. We are. We will be.
07/20/12 Broken. This is one view today.
07/20/12 Broken. I cry for us.
07/20/12 Broken. For your sacrifice.
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Flowers. They look pretty to us. Sometimes, they have a pleasant scent. We often talk to them. They pose for us while we photograph them. The wind often tries to thwart our effort. One day, flowers will have cameras, and we’ll be their subject. They’ll be genetically modified, of course, and delicious.
07/09/12 These distinguish themselves by their hobbies.
07/09/12 They rarely get lost coming home.
07/09/12 Honey, 36a479′s been dead awhile, and I’m tired of looking at it.
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