after vibrant morning

this is what I carry with me

this is not my secret name

vibrant morning the blood feels like waves inside the body and there's these never seen types of snacks hidden after the end of time and the limits of space

from the island I see more and every note comes like a cloud of robot bees saying wake up time to blame others and thank me later

song for the missing map to sentient bird lighter than it seems

you mentioned a part of your corny poem called //blood in the robin's tears// and the hot cashier just told us to take our coffees and get out to the rainy street and you showed me a magic trick

/imagine you and me in the Goblincore Art History Books

pond where the gremlincore fest was planned and foreseen

hardest time and craziest wind at the gates of the last gas station on earth and water became bodies dancing wrong

pixel rate limit day goblincore fibers grew in the sides of your wooden face good bye bring more of those mirrors where to lose our time and energy

as we got closer and closer to the sidewalk you asked what was so special about gas stations but I had already evaporated forever and this message is in your imagination

this is the untold story again but if you found the details laying without context in the hand of a statue in your hometwon while you go for coffee and to watch birds be

the sciene of sleep and levitation in the eyes of a twenty years old talking dog with a hat and sunglasses looking through a window and thinking wow life is short but how

inner self of the landscape on the coast in a memory we all lost

art for no day of this week

first sentient gas station on earth last gas station of our millenium taken away by big dancing muppets that repeat our names tonight

if we had a way to communicate that meant nothing specifically and nothing broadly tonight

unwelcome to the past

I follow one simple principle: imagine you have two cows

Magi-Chan Sonichu

animals hiding

flying set of imagined pet gems according to the Lord

I will never know if twitter is broken

discovering corn

every view is as good as every other view