Spend the better part of a decade incorporating the cartoon you can barely remember watching when you were four, the one with the trains. Where you live, with their laughing, levity, apparent lack of struggle. . .it also seems tiring. But any lie claiming a condition of life only reinforces your unwillingness to go over there and slip: you too see a beautiful fabric and want to be near it, feel its fiber. And at that point in the workflow, anger tears, scare quotes, bite occlusions: all coeval, born with a scar, the typical penumbra of an ultra-realistic series colored grey. To descant no more on what happens in other lands—the wound’s just down the road, after all—is to watch fruit fall shallow from the tree.

Do you see it, hear what is new through what can be purchased? Like a shadow always in ellipsis, mourning the sip of coffee, crawling up the wall to announce you as its sister, to question you about the qualia of such solitary and non-familial lifestyles, about the #1 problem of non-identity, the law of natures, this baize-muffled quiet time you seek when nothing suitable can be found in the bright afternoon. Is it all that different from paintings of shipwrecks, or firefighters kneeling for a photo in front of the house ablaze?

The word on people is that there is an ultimate scarcity of writing, but systemic silence is far from the default, judging by this index of gestures for each bedtime, this sequence of rain blowing, rapturous acclaim for correct comma positions. In other words, digital fanfare is drawn from a seemingly infinite well of posturing, our desire to be both in front of the lens and the lens itself. So when “what a relief” becomes “what a release” down at mile-mmarker one dot portrait-of-the-past, Cairo, Ohia, you know you’re in for more than a post-Soviet aesthetic.

We’re in the #1 Safe Space and this is how we do, how we market. Now: senior social strategist where we build awesome stuff, and then: thirty-first employee of social kittens plus avocado toast jokes. Super lucky to be part of this family, to feel appreciated pushing yourself every damn day: so lucky to live the #{branded}life, to be so excited you’re going to ugly-cry.

Only the best times in this firmament, we cannot imagine moving anywhere else. Want to lay down and read the continuous glissando? Check out these photobooks: refugees, water towers, stray dogs, bus stops. Want to watch a documentary? We got Vietnam, capitalism, environment, internet. Looking to enter a wilderness of machines at war the exact moment work becomes more noble than play? Observe these vapor trails delimiting u-topos: no memory at work, no thinking at all. Nice, huh??

Awake to her double-marked questions, typewritten double-spaces on the screen, Sporto’s sweaters and swagger, the God of Taxes, evil defined then perpetuated in story after story. You feel alive, you feel supported, you feel depressed, you feel isolated, you are freelance, you speak out about it, you feel proud, you tell us how proud others are of you, you repeat how lucky you are. I am telling you all of this to elicit sympathy and emotion, fam.

No plan for quality
Off anchor spring
We are not
Well, here we are

Somewhere far away, stringed instruments pluck themselves for the last time, ready to pull apart just for the sake of it, to remember the sound their fibers felt, ached. To end it all for wont of words: that’s the language provided among the din when there is no din. The pause drops like a bedsheet off a clothes line onto the wetter part of the grass, marking not dirt nor earth, only the beginning of what will have to be washed again.

Deep into the idea of home, staring at the sinner, you’ve been followed cross continents for so long: no need to work when working with no need is a crutch. Imagine if you fought fires, your only real possession a skull, smart enough to horse around.

Butterflies may drink blood when given the chance: they tunnel round the light, form a tunnel around the light. A litany of problems is only one kind of litany, not the problems themselves. Beneath those in need is a series of contemporary tapestries: there’s the usual structure full of people, they keep returning to a locked attic, someone sends us a mirror in the mail. In addition to our stones & diamonds, the formant stays the spectral peak, the identity suck. Who doesn’t like watching people watch people? Observe as a monolinguist and stay quiet, do not speak as a failure. You will see only a few incapable of desiring to plant an apricot tree.

Un-extinction brings two impossible things together. What will death be like: piano teacher, mountains, disaster recovery, dead mall? Eternity as that rare find heretofore ignored, meanwhile all the white we can conceive is there: looking inward with a momentum of compassion beyond distaste, middle-aged with few middle-aged preoccupations.

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no parody nor reassembling going down
at flea markets in bucyrus

deep in afternoon firefight
from screen to cellophane

vapor spills into all kinds of reality
based communities: after all

occult architecture takes two shadows
to complete, fewer when loved ones face

neither east nor west and miss organs
made of bones: never been a brother

never will desire spawn to crystal
grail hashtag obsessed with gamelan

no them, only us, our safe space
and great future materiality

with its need of a great past or nil
all these folks convinced of goodness

slash destiny so telegenic, read as “fun
yet still searching” off the grid

see it through the globe connected
half the time only via app

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for your own good
clearly easier

to make folks you
disagree with obscure
emotions than
appropriate or conserve
like pundits

just look at me
on a boat
asking honestly

have they ever even tried
to sample suffering
from totalitarian relations


PSA: make sure
you ready sources
chastise name
calling sublimate
instant turnoffs
for a measured explanaish
in flyover


asking for a friend
limited perception regime
did they deserve it


theory: in a certain
type of hell
followers gloat
midwestern earnestness

you bet

hot take: the worst
humans wake up that way

see sidewalk
tore up three weeks
versus two years plus
of car rust
back the house

theory: ending
bullying as effective
as not waking up

as our freedom
to spend

swap it out
actively ignore

enjoy porch drinks
with good people

virtue signal

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no street view down osborne
pass the house handmade

just a mnemonic not even
image pollution choke or bold

writing on forgottenness
blue spruce given way

to conduit failure barely
a complaint heard in hard rural

urban complication just
calling bout a countryside

tilled under orthodox gifts
like self-sabotage why’d

they even need support
from monstrous special

dear you and all our
mutable identities

parading as empire in its
many shades of boredom

no rust belt outsider
resource grows the same

as posh isolation
as paths of resistance

against knowing what
to fix and how

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tonight property gaming
slash marketable collapse
basic form previews

more male transformative
lifeblood on the line: true
nostalgia for spetsobjekt

flyover reveres salesmen
no empaths of silencing
women no real false monikers

mostly bubbling forms both
born to the bog and slavish
in banlieue sweatshirts

to diversify our machines
houseplants only a paused
careerism of sympathy likes

love obsessed and yay
saying so long to ever
so smaller but wide a life

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real money comes not in pain
business till a crossed-eye
ventures forth: let’s go

for beer or tea, consummate labor
with domestic, request come by
no longer, it’s come through

our self-care too debased
to define community round
real doers, not just proactive

tax folks, them and the other
no glory sought but muscle
flex emoji, it’s a complicated

melancholy killing success
good morning to quality toast
fam friend let’s get drinks

colleagues go for drinks
multiply the ghost, share
failures to thrive, gargle

consonants in rain, disrupt
so innovate the nights
spent counting hashtags

on 346 pages, 346 books
defending brutalism, its ultra
violet concrete shot through

with basic behavior, heavy
lifting, photo apparency
unknown precepts too

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