Wednesday, January 21, 2009


The build up of crude matter in hair
The formation of plague
Your body is telling you it's time to wake again
Grab the spear
They say the cynics will be shown their place
You cannot cover oil with water
Optimist versus pessimist wages with smiles and tears
Dry contacts from being awake
Irrigation brings irritation
Adjust the camera lens
What will it say about this moment
An under-developed notion
Over exposed with saturated hope

I could Warhol this entire experience using every color in the world
But it's always the same stencil

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