i lay in the dark. red ball.

i lay in the dark room dreaming of a thing to play. it’s perhaps a red ball that goes across a course, of obstacles. and they were placed there by the scientist. because the scientist wanted to study the red ball, for its abilities. and i begin to think about how the rain outside would […]

hideous.criminal.ancient

the valley was theatrically empty, like a set waiting for curtain rise. yellow stripes of bushes, thick with thorns and insect and the smell of a sweet decay line the hilly sides. a lightly grazed carpet of green with moss covered rock protrusions that is the most of it. pillar 12 looked down at the […]

tunnel in a tunnel under the river

in a tunnel under the river there’s a tunnel under the river. things disappear and play double. you close a video source and there was a second one playing underneath it the whole time, in sync and so under the radar. in the tunnel is a tunnel. it was made again. bombed tunnel means make […]

relief spine

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there was in my time a cold and hard acre

concrete over concrete over cardboard over sand. in the cradled hands of the soldier lies the last thing. it is writhing, trying to find air. water. all things it hasn’t ever known. not once. the shadow made by the town hall covers over the place where it happens. it stretches as the day does. out […]

if i was a baby in the world

i would smoke 5000 cigarettes a day for a billion days and i would shoot my gun through the hat of anyone who gives me shit if i was a newborn crying baby with tears on my ridiculous face i would ask them where is The Tobacco and MY GUN because if i was a […]

the seraph’s wing

a casino on the edge of galactic space is struggling for customers on their last day of business

feelings with no name

reflecting on Paper-Girl-Chain by Bagenzo + Fotocopiadora, and a time in life it reminded me of. pasting together collage bits of ancient masterpieces into landscapes of incomprehensible scale, scanned into a computer and expanded on a background of template colours. walk around this space made from bedroom obsession and a young kid’s collection of artbooks from […]

missing video 3

lost pictures of the words you said light that ringed lips as they repeated over and over something like early warning system and the dirty dog face dead noise inside the gearbox each shifting pitch variations on it dirty warning system repeat the second of footage where your lips make those shapes dirty warning death […]

poem. name forgetter sitting idle thinks.

sunburnt forearms from a week ago i think i can’t remember when, or what your name is if i look back through some lens of true vision I’m sure I’ll see you whoever you are. can you not remember me and my name too, nor my face when sitting near me. have you forgotten everything […]