Net Fishing bears

Mocking bird witnessing
Managing the biggest catch yet
Roaring "Last fresh breath"
Pulling together as one
Feeding machine casting
Matrix nets

Kombucha Intentions

Protein sweet tannin sour bubbling up
Marking her sweet with her drippings.
signing intentions on his bare chest sipping twilight winds warning of aftershocks
Tipping her neck back
Traversing full satellite

Stretching surface

Drying time
Spreading thick
Reflecting back
Forgetting four

Pineapple echoes inside

Catching the wind
Settling patterns under foot
Migrating weather bearded beasts
Boasting biggest pineapple thighs
Steeping long
Curving along tooled paths

Bearded bears roaring at domestication

Within our lifetime,  there is going to be a billion dollar art piece sold.
  I want to see the earth as the chess board. 
Each movable giant piece employing the artists of tomorrow.
  Paying artists to translate the giants while they move across their open lands.
I want to buy all the original art in the land

Rhino wrinkles

Before beginning to fire
Gathering around game boards
Projections onto interior clay walls
Replaying her favorite parts
Focusing the second breath
Extinguishing the flame
Pulling out of the muck the lucky ones
Roaring Rhinosoracting without question
Spruing trees of weaponry
Piercing tips punching through
Calculating costs and figure
Distracting reality
Plugging windows
Portaling through
Charging with everything it can carry
Currier couriering the clay simulation vessel studying the board.

The

Dreams are the guiding words of the soul.
Why should I henceforth not love my dreams and not make their ridding images into objects of my daily consideration?

Tidings from the ocean floor

Waiting in the room
In the land where nothing happens, the need for Dream ceases to exist.
Deceiving drugs my body
Finding rest of the rest of the restless.
Less now then before,
Stealing dreams from before,
Copying them
Suburbing bacteria growing fungi in my mind.
Pausing from the panic of no escape
Except through closing eyes looking back
Firsting times seeing you. 

Ministering   future food comforting  huddle

companioning as a school of one

Fraying reality holding it all together

1. Moving into this virtual age of semi reality, it seems surprisingly insularly the collegiate role is taking in censoring and discouraging 4th demential dialogue and how that is effecting us in this 3rd demential space. 

2. You mention it's nice that younger individuals are stepping up to fill leadership roles. 

3.The distaste and unease created by tying up one of the most traditional forms with the tinder used to start the exceptionally long fire needed to achieve the effects,  should be the topic on everyone's mind unless we are all going to be swallowed up bt the simulated reality of this frayed reality that everyone wishes would just go away. 

4.This every increases disposable society fueled by instagram art where everyone with a cell phone believes that they are an artist,  is why I feel tangible art that is focused around 4th dimensional thinking is extremely important in defining the reality that we are a part of. 

5. Particularly with dorthia lange and the way her work was twisted, censored,  and used for propaganda is a powerful argument for  why institutions of higher learning should be championing the tangible incorruptible expressions of reality. 

6. As the older generations of censorship move on to the last  stages of experiences,  and people ask what happened to critical thinking, I hope that someone will have the courage to say that it just seemed to make everyone uncomfortable and so we built another franchise on top.  

7. The amount of life exchanged to create the work that is appropriate and needed to save the suburban existence cannot be carried by one person alone especially in the midst of such opposition. 

8.The condescending manner of interrupting and speaking over me during our "conversation" is not a very respectful way of thanking someone for putting on shows and attempting to revitalize a dying organization.