break a camera, a car, a promise
—- I remember breaking some lines between, who knows and I don’t want to see your phone. its been long enough
port of charleston. nov 27
a timer and not a clock— a great nuclear countdown is happening here
west los angeles
23 november
what I am all wrapped up in
there is no part of me that can forget seeing yellow.
co-generation, huh— reminds me to look around or follow that path I guess.
I remember a little plaque set into the sidewalk that read in yellow letters:
don’t miss it
advertisements done for DAW
cheap prints strewn in the parking lot of Ralphs
footage from and argument about language.
a bottle of wine cozied in an amazon paper bag, a bottle which later met its fate in free fall.
I think its fine to break things, although that is a practice I don’t always care for in art.
words and things were dismantled tonight