i'm having some pretty funny thoughts right now
about computers
about mirrors.
i feel kind of funny today but i can't
put my finger on why.
this seems to be happening to a lot of people.
my left shoulder burns and burns.
the moon blooms and blooms.
and somewhere, around another body,
the earth blooms too.
it's only life after all

i am supposed to be writing b h film journals.
instead, i am fondling a big slab of white
light and listening to the indigo girls

win some
lose some?

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