ozmandium

getaway car

old path

cosmic purge

high frequency pleasure

the depth of the crash

the horses became mountain ranges as they ran

no need to drink the whole sea to know it's salty

was a good day for the dinosaur party

you will eventually reap what you intended to sow

no puking, bleeding or cumming in the mosh pit

the pain of beauty

the skies we return to

the river doesn't need to wait for the gate to open

what was lost in the fall

next rest stop

not to be held as an option

the orchestra of planetary movement accompanied by the aurora's scream

every good artist paints what she is

all hands on deck

positive toxicity

it's farther than it looks

the carrot was too far away

the feeling of it all

thinking cinematically

day

following a spark

is it worth the weight?

a day of waiting on the shore

but all the trees had names

what i found behind the waterfall

where we landed

time to start cleaning up

we should take the zipline

there's always somewhere to hide

choppers

through the mountains

outer fields

horizons are found

flow into one

the deeper you go, the more it melts

the beauty of decay

all color fades

not limited by doors or held by walls

you love me. 🎵

two heads

the rats are in the walls

there were never any doors

eventually it all turns to water

liberosis

at a glacial pace

riding into the sunset

are we spinning or twirling

timid new world

so what did you see?

out from under the desert sands

suNrise erases the night

as the sun goes down

prophetic perfect tense

thank you, L

leveraging loss aversion

a grotesque display of wealth wearing narrative clothing

etch our sketch

blooming in the rain

transmutation of time

it's giving pink flag

graves on the shore

looks like life, smells like death

island off the coast of the island off the coast

twin tree houses

another day in the life of the fool

changing positions

the cacti cannot run

collecting bones along the shoreline

i'll be where the frogs still sing

at dawn the angels weep clorox

portrait of the artist as a young man

the victory of laughter over dogma

theories are just fanfiction

respect does not demand obedience

(p)layers

the artistic nature of lifes distractions

not everyone has the wisdom or guts to play the fool

amidst thunder, the ten buddhas

topographical maps of emotional landscapes

as the sun sets

and what would have been the good in stopping or in turning another way, when it was only play?

🎵yeahhhh🎵

have fun watching

archival silence

you can never outrun what you need to face

golden shadow

energy transfers

light creates shadows

all medical conditions

a foundation of sand

a closed circle

keep some space just for yourself

go-kart racing down the sidewalk

unexamined patterns often return wearing different faces

leeches on the beaches

stand-in stand up comedy

becoming water

the sight suggested to them no metaphors of human destiny

this plane's flying upside down

Hmm

i love bees.

follow the trees

rectificando

from the river to the sea

4th wash memetics dasein

hi(gh)

web 3 left me

it is only religion once the lights are off