it hailed through my window on a may day and the large chunks melted in front of my eyes.

there was a starving still-alive pancake flat lizard next to my garbage can on the floor which 

moved in spurts and i felt very sad for its being and took it outside & placed it amongst a wet 

bush and some crumpled leaves.

wind howls at night and i like to listen.

it has become

A

wilderness

forgotten amidst BADnoise

GOODsound is treasure to be found

&the world can be so empty 

fill it

with pictures. That's my only plan. 

one with color revolution

aesthetic revival 

dynamicunderstanding

on the floor of the bookstore looking up JAPAN and ART

and apparently perspective is a western novelty &

madness is all we want / boredom