Two faced: just sometimes

Jackpot: spontaneous bouts, late night gloom
Bonus: fatigue, concentration, the unknown and travel

The Risk of Toast: For Sindey the Kidney

Symptom: things seems all wrapped up; you know, predictable.

Cure: call that one chick, the one who has fingers for thumbs to remember that indeed, it ain't all that. Make a phone toast to what is good and remember to HAIL ALL ART TEACHERS.

What happens when

Bar maid: we're closed.
Bar patron: what happens now?

Portrait of a Sneeze

Pillow: look up, look up.
Lampshade: i vote not to cut it open.

Look up

Symptom: did you know that Colorado Springs is home to over 100 evangelical organizations?
Cure: but there are also hockey rinks and giant salt licks for camels who kiss. And we have France.

Toux toux tout

Symptom: daytime t.v. makes you feel like you are ten years old, malade sur le divan.
Cure: just get in the elevator and go buy yourself a 7-up.

To tuck and be tucked

Symptom A: upon walking to Walgreens drugstore in search of remedies to ward off a cold, you remark something that distinctly recalls being in that car in London, in the back seat, where a cache of things tucked was the surplus of loss during the very first days of reconstruction.

Symptom B: the tucked thing remarked was seen on the perimeter of a construction site, a plot, a hole in the ground, a cavernous prelude to a large erection.

Anatomical awareness

Jackpot: content.
Bonus: writer's block.

The last time I saw my Frog

Oh: cookie.
Oh. ......b**bie.

Shoulder arms and scales

Tomorrow: let's call it Saturday. Sleep till noon.
Chaplin: no, you must write about me, Tomorrow.

hands up, give up

Symptom: here; now; free now; here; now.
Cure: more of the same. Prioritize and relax.

Off air

Symptom: docWild will be diminishing, disappearing; the adventure begins. Tune in.
Cure: [y]ou, wild foam./You, good for nothing snail... --Wassily Kandinsky

Decorum vs. blood pressure

Image

Image

Word: you might mistake internet interface for social interface.

Word: silent laughter.

The Inner Life of Cheerleaders

Player: you are sitting on the sidelines (you were never a cheerleader; they never tossed you around in their arms; you never stood on a shoulder).
Team: F-I-R-E, hot, hot, hot! Blue flame, white flame, think you're not? Channel your inner panther. Goooooooo coals.

(Fire Ship) Phenomena: natural and un-natural

Symptom: you feel as though you are simultaneously at the whim of nature and artisanal fabrication.

Cure: go to the movies, go barefooted, go take a hike.

Tastefully clothed in:

a. silence
b. work
c. solitude
d. friendship
e. non-minimalist notions of what is actually possible.

Ici is Here (déjà vu)

Symptom: this is your stuff, but it doesn't seem to match your place. You are no longer waiting for much. Memory shit, as Freud put it.

Cure: au contraire: il faut patienter toujours car tout n'est pas encore arrivé. Someone disait: songs are not always songs.

One...

Transport: did you wind your watch?
Parapet: shhhhh, watch closely--and be patient. Be patient (autumn brings adverse weather).

Not pretty: forgetting; untruths

Distance: la nuit blanche s'est déjà passé, déjà, déjà, déjà. No one was stabbed this year.
Perspective: pieces of it all seen from your bed; streaming through the door cracked ajar some light and the sounds of an argument taking place from down below.

They talk a lot

Popular demand: french toilets and American pizzerias.
Reformation: card holders and Love junkies.

Ladies, Ladies, Ladies, I hear you: yesterday's

I: yesterday, I started this post about you two ladies. Yet, somehow I couldn't finish it with words.

They: F, +, hearts, temptation, desire=permanently signed, your I, you, he, she, it.

Impulses: Nesting Fireplace Chicago

the ants: we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, we, oui.
the bat: um, I sort of flew in here by mistake. It's warm but it's bright.

Please send details

ghost 1: how I used to love gum.
ghost 2: and I, mixed doubles.

hearts, diamonds, etc: YOU'RE A NUT

Sugar: [sound effects]
Upstate/Brooklyn/City:: oh, oh, oh oh, hoh.
Third party: no worries, I get by.

Dreams of Leaves and Such

Note: this post was begun before a letter was received. The following dialog was redacted only to approximate the strange companionship of said letter to the drafted images' serendipitous economy.

Moxy: you awake?
Proxy: no, I'm eating cake.
Enter: two ghosts.