Naming the Many

If naming the source solidified authenticity then it would be so, but anyone stepping out of their vehicle, loose leaf receipt stuck to the heel of their shoe, could’ve done it, continued walking, impervious to the receipts removal, as it anchored for a split second before being carried off by natural winds. From there itContinue reading “Naming the Many”

Dust Cycles and the Imprisoned Jester

Levels of confinement, housed inside pine wood frames painted twice over exposing expressions censored from group think, to complicate the norms elicited to down and out investments, sold like white bread to homeowners covering their mouths before a yawn, when told about doorbells outfitted with cameras functioning as paparazzi, but instead of capturing celebrities eatingContinue reading “Dust Cycles and the Imprisoned Jester”