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I dreamt of my grandfather last night.
He was dressed just like me. He looked younger than when he passed but I called him Paw paw, like I did as a kid. He told me not to be like him; not to escape through a high. He told me he was sorry he wasn’t around these days. He told me how much he hoped i could forgive him. He looked so much like me. It surprised me. I felt something I find hard to articulate now. But it hit home. Even though he’s gone, I’d like to see him proud. Eh, dreams.
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could this be earth?
could this be light?
does this mean everything’s going to be alright?
one look out my window theres trees talking like people.
i dreamt of storms, i dreamt of sound
i dreamt of gravity, keeping us around
i slept in the darkness it was lonely
& it was silent.
& what is this love?
i don’t feel the same, i dont believe what this is could be given a name.
i woke you were there tracing planets on my forehead…
but i’ll forget 23, like i’ll forget 17
& i’ll forget my first love like you’ll forget a daydream.
& what of all my wild friends… and the times i’ve had with them?
we’ll all fade to grey soon on the tv station.
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“It’s Too Wild For You To Handle“ For Gallery Nucleus
Gallery Nucleus is hosting a Bartkira Nuclear Edition Book Launch & Exhibition and the opening reception is tonight, Saturday April 9th from 7-10 pm PST.
The title of the piece is a direct quote from Akira, “I customized this bike for myself! It’s too wild for you too handle.“ The motorcycle is a metaphor and foreshadowing for Tetsuo loosing control, and being too thirsty for power he can’t handle. And in both cases Bartneda/ Kanebart, gets caught up because of Tetsuhouse/ Milsuo.
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