[beepitybeep]

To whom this may concern; can I take your coat? Your hat? Please, sit down, make yourself at home, stay awhile. Its not often I have visitors these days. Everyone is. rushing around. I come to you in this ethereal form. Do I exist? Do you exist? One day we shall have to meet in person. Today we shall have to meet here. Beepity beep, clackity clack. Thanks for visiting me on your strange machine.

[beepitybeep]

Silent Motion: It is not enough to feel deeply. one must also burst. 

[beepitybeep]

SilentMotion: To move with grave grace through a shack full of sharp splintering realities. 

[beepitybeep]

▲RT: Dance With Me Part IX - Queen of the Hoop Edition

[beepitybeep]

▲RT: Dance With Me Part VII - Sparkle Spinsters Edition

[beepitybeep]

▲RT: From that time we built a waterfall sculpture in the attic made out of a mountain of salvaged white furniture and a quilt that told the story of glaciers melting into tar sands. When I close my eyes, I can feel myself surrounded by that experience. 

[beepitybeep]

▲RT: Trust Me Harder - Mr. Gleam (Now With Bleach)

[beepitybeep]

▲RT: Dance With Me Part V - Trust Me Harder Quicksand Edition

Getting ready to make/take vows of friendship. Trust exercises while wearing matching outfits is excellent preparation. Clear the air, take a deep breath, don't panic, reach out for the extended arm, casually and with great love, knowing that the person on the other end has your back. 

[beepitybeep]

Oh our aching limbs. Remember when we used to.

Kidnapped from atop our trashing days, we have ended up here, where nothing shall become of us again. We work every day in the pursuit of total dematerialization, tossed as we were into this fenced off vacant lot, ten paces from our last known whereabouts. Now, as we slowly migrate ever outward, the heaving hands of colossal machines till these sacred burial grounds without gentle intention. Oh to start all over again, washing ashore on the banks of some fictional street, devoid of all lurking shadows. The wind attacks our naked eyes, which blinded by death, have ceased to mind. Perhaps what they do see is the palimpsest of life, making empty eye contact with this stranger and that stranger. Oh how they have searched so hungrily, so haphazardly for happiness, so holy. Our cavernous cavities contain an endless amount of secrets, the life latent in so many silent objects. Oh how our feet used to kick at these stones and those stones. Oh how our glass slippers used to sparkle and shine before they shattered upon these exposed bones. Oh how these limbs used to cling to those limbs with such desperation. My darlings. Shall we tramp through the countryside, one last time? We, the walled in virgins? We the perpetual forest haunts? Houses empty. Land empty. Every tree cut down. A huge field of stumps. Our mouths are opened wide for the last hurrah, but we don’t count on being remembered.

Natural disaster: the realities of.

(photos: from a cutblock outside of port renfrew bc canada where they are cutting everything down. my friend dan pierce is making a documentary called Heartwood which bears witness to all of this and so much more.)

[beepitybeep]

▲RT: Dance With Me Part IV - Clean Up Edition

King Fraser & The Jam are just not the same without The Sparkle Queen's winsome presence. Its like Pioneer Town - empty, vacant, nothing but tumbleweeds and broken dreams blowing in the wind. 

[beepitybeep]

I am taking this moment to myself

A lifetime of summers past. You were in my dream, swimming in your underwear illegally. How exciting. I guess we're doing this. Come play with me. Take me out for a walk and rub my belly. I bore easily. Don't be surprised if you see me sniffing around in the houseplants just to piss you off. It is a revolution void. Cherubic. Celestial. Grief and sleep. 

[beepitybeep]

On The New Uncanny: empirical observation, obsessive introspection, creativity, cravenness, ego, and id are combining in new uncanny ways, and a segment of the population that has the means to embrace this total merging is evolving in strange ways.

Jerry Saltz for Vulture 

[beepitybeep]

▲RT: I almost touched the light inside of you. How did you let me get so close. 

[beepitybeep]

▲RT: Foggy daze descends into foggy nize. Fraser street has been consumed.

[beepitybeep]

▲RT: Come, let's make a home in this tree. Come, let's never leave. 

[beepitybeep]

▲RT: The happiest moment in the happiest place with the happiest people. 

[beepitybeep]

[Her full bloom is all full of]

so damp, the Wet climbs up 

come, pants Soaked 

but what can you do? relief. 

everything we had. 

got used

you can Use almost anything. 

wait for things to quiet and quiet. 

Sometimes you just.

got nothing but the dust.

don't help. do. help, send bacon.

three.Some

Whipping

they had their 

out on the 

right near the 

rise up for me

stand up for me

the 

mussed hair 

on top 

of the Singing

You know, she doesn't have much left, 

just her, maybe her full Bloom. 

All full of.

[beepitybeep]

▲RT: Dance With Me pt1 [from Triple Fisting & The Infinite Loops] You know, she doesn't have much left, just her, maybe her Full Bloom. All full of.