i'd like to inhabit a world where. . .

everything is flipped over and thrown onto what was once lawn

nobody would dare to wear a uniform / fly a flag / or pledge allegiance

drawers are pulled out~ overstuffed dropped to floors~ forgotten

things are grouped together in obscene shapes of gorgeous

nothing serves any purpose~ but decoration

people helped serve each-other tiny drops tea- 

elevators only surge up~ and we'd walk down together~ holding hands

people dressed as wandering ascetics~ monks and madmen

cardboard boxes become prisons to childhood memories and blanketed with dust

we save things until they become unrecognizable ~

we sow

conflicting technologies can sit together obsolete

words can be smashed with percussion instruments


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