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do i look non-binary to you?

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neon complexity in every breath, with some kind of renegade passion for baking vegan blueberry donuts and cooking minestrone soup.

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(INTENSITY AND TRUTH)

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the illustration of the garden for ecology and the fog we see... wild taste, to be aesthetically viable. celebrations of shapes and dots of flavor, synesthesia at a primal level.

...THE EDGE OF SPACE...

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the mouth of a novice utters words of balminess

there is a wedge of a muffin ready to rock n' roll

in every transfer of color, the mist lifts us up and up

so that the depth of the imagination can be visible to each artist

packing a scone, tending to the rise of thoughts in the mind

we sense a serenely held exchange of material

to set sail on ominous waters scouting the sea

humidity reached away, bolting for the terrain of humyn emotion

...as the waves in the soul move us through endless expanse

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minimized the toast and ricocheted back toward Paradise.

the princess mouse is alight with enthusiasm, taken with marbles.

castle crunches in the grasses of antiquity are fabulously whole.

as the garbanzo fest shakes it well.

turn off the telly and find the shine in yourself.

a crest of power within the overall field of analysis.

finding the spheres of luscious taste to reflect the gloss.

as we speak the moments...

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immersing the polysexualities in a big pot of water creates a perspicacious intellectual-emotional result for reality as far as sex is concerned....

CINNAMON BUN DEPTH.

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lexem veh'mayeem.

(((((((((PINK))))))))

affirmations of the wings of a bird.

the minimum amount of time in each interval to oatmealize the body.

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marks of graffiti, saving the burritos for dinner, in a pasted sense.

smoking marijuana? not necessarily.

orchestras of the shaded types. painting the arboles.

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the run is twisted and wet.

there is a feeling of thunder and its booms chromatize the soul.

the branches of linguistics whistle like a tea kettle.

memories of youth squeezed by the trunks of life.

the vivid sensations press back and back.

simple flavors become complex ones over garlic bread.

harmonica solos pierce the evening air.

crickets chirp through countryside cottages of pride.

biscuits baked in the sun are sampled with a taste for the future.

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icing on the rapidity of cakes, with the koxaveem twinkling up above.

all different shades of blue, too true.

the prado experienced through peak strength in periods of laughing commotion and sensory intoxication.

embers are carried away in the kiss of space and kale struggling to please.

above as characteristically below there is energetic insistence for rock n' roll and cauliflower.

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Xi'an in plentiful fog, totally sucked up into a rotating column of air.

prettinesses are doubly attractive, triplely even, as we advance toward tactile complexity and showered genius.

zines lying around in the great houses, waiting to be read.

the Flemish conversations of the ways of the trolls, subjects of a green glow and the beans heated up by way of the stove.

the side of the rectangle freed up by speed and fantastic suppers.

Korean fixtures over at the second, a space of longing in the fields.

histories unfolding to match each memory with a treble clef.

wizards protecting the whole of the comforting layout.

jumping from one spot to another like grasshoppers do in the entirety of each persuasive argument, feeling sweet and proportioned.

comet-core comes out tonight like the conception of a story.

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flavors of the source, illustrated through trippy paintings and warm-hearted gestures. taco-power, lemonade, strong ideas, practice. xxx. the foragers. ceremonies of approach.

squares of primal living. non-fragmented views/cyclical inspiration.

frost in the morning. internal make-up. fascination with the roots of plants. the diary of a cat-lover. hope against much pessimism.

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i can feel the warm late afternoon sun through my window (even though the window is closed and the air conditioning is on...); i can sense the frustration of anarchist creatives about the prevailing social conditions in the world, and how we wish we were free.

i am convinced, on the chance and charm of the air, that the harmonies espoused by artists can be implemented in concrete ways to create spaces outside of the dominant societies we live in, and to open up new personal-spiritual possibilities for radical concept formation and graceful dwelling. we may never see a universal anarchist or vegan world, but at least people operating within those tendencies can shed light on why they are beneficial.

life can be toasted and roasted in the kitchens of creativity. aware humyn beings can imbue their ethoses with a jolliness of the heart, finding solidarities and varieties within niches of thriving.

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i want to feel things in my bones. deeper mental clarity for would come from getting off medication and feeling this greater sense of contentment and connection to the cosmos.

_______________________NEON SUSTENANCE___________________

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anee oxel uga veh'az anee margeesh shalem!

<<<<berries>>>>

cider in the cool autumn.

{the geography of dirt in the backyard, Cromwell Connecticut circa the winter and spring of 2003.}

whatever time of year it is, the time is always good for personal revolutions and collective freedom.

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independent motion in the spaces between, rolled up in tripled alliances, and the quadrupled neighborhoods sing to you...

my banjo plays true to the stories of lunatic creatives, in love with the strands and areas of consciousness that reveal the revolution in every sense.

folk art realized through literature and design, seeing the teeth and hearing musical notes and words on pages. horses neigh and frolic through untouched meadows, aspects of wilderness and grammar also not touched... the verses of poems left in rose bowls, fascination with glue and walnut burgers.

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a touch of gravitational mints, some cedar trees, and hints of lilac. the knack for spices and fruited composure. blocks of tofu under starlit skies and the kid knows the secrets of the arts...

the bend of paper, Scotch tape processing eons of compact desires. and an energetics of mischief and bravery.

Tamazight and ten years of rice. the aces of romance toughened by the goodness of souls.

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pictograms under the question of tahini.

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adjacency and eating and drinking.

the overload of information in this world makes me feel so overwhelmed. it is, i suppose, the responsibility of artists to shed light on more generally unnoticed aspects of the universe.

waffled connections, the sourdough imagination... happy circuits, milieus of plenty, and LOVE.