
the day they painted the little cubic bodega purple~ someone tagged it red

i walked away applauding

we should gather together as free thinking plumbers and turn these obelisks into potty's

put the doors back on/ core a hole into the ground /find the sewer main and put in a toilet

they stink like piss anyway~ you could call your mother

we could cut out the yellow and white pages and pay for the project with advertising and poems~ bibles and coloring books

and the homeless wouldn't have to shit on bushes

an underground newspaper's front window~ really underground security fence protecting some huge ass satellite dishes/ pretty
why any pattern at all ?

the despots get the years~ while the kids get the moments of triumph

as seen from the water

handplane

my wife makes monsters

recycled surfboards into handplanes
the goal of evolution is not us
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