igotU

dead gain

dead 'gain

igotU

Hey whattup y’all

left chat range.

left draw distance.

left the region.

clowding/crowding

... occupying the empty point of universality

Confidence poem

Quit now

Hordes of Pan

Anxious metonyms

Smell Roses

Smell Gasoline

Choices (options)

Moving forward

Dealing with the future

When I grow up I want to be a job

Healing

Intergenerational immersion

Waves (of feels)

Impact studies

Privilege checking soliloquies

Thrashing bubble babies

Meta-Pool

Tethered treats

Watery entertainment

Boundaries to cross

Replaced

By mobile targets

Policing frameworks and security

Or the imperceptible and ineffable

Breaking free in removal of gold standards

Interstital encounters of recovery necessary

A subject that objects to

Program and purpose

Instrumentalised rapture

Or

Gracián's silent saint
Sharing unspeakable existence

che vuoi?

Tragic Certainty

The Chime of Want

Old Fathers transporting

w/out cost

You Died

Victory Achieved

Searching for the Sunlight

To encounter the inhuman

A fragile and interminable affair.

Listen for the noise.

What you can hear 

What you cannot understand 

Is the life-walk of the proletariat

Suffering w/out translation

Brute wails

Life Work of the Ages

i can't find my images

layered down

bubbling up

in front of the evanescent dream-machine

they drift away

perception is cognitive i am told

they surge as potential potere

no sharing

no votive longing

spinning code holds no glimmers

my shinies come from other places

nothing matters all considered
but other things

circuckulation