A collection of consciousness with a side of mashed potatoes
the poem goes so perfectly with the art here.they are both such light vectors of uncertainty.but hovering nonetheless.both in visual artand in poetryyou create your own language.luminous idiolects are good things.language is a cloud of knowing.but i think there is a cloud of unknowing too.i'm not sure which produces more things. DEFENSIVE BUDDHAthe vine said.i'm not trying to be all vatic and shit.just precise.
thank you and thank your vine, too.
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