Fellow blogging community! Cosmo inhabiteers! Dream sleepers! and Sleep dreamers! I have been bantering with myself like horses purrrrring under the hood of a car: so-called-bong-rips-so-called-psuedo-poetics-so-called-falling-in-love-quickly: "the sublime goal of poetry is to get with your lover" (ab): its been a while since my last post and I have all of my blood. Who even knows what I have been up to, only our imaginations can help the posthumous time and space of my looping fictive reality show anachronism. Lets get this ball rolling.
Big bug! woah!
Big bug! woah!
Raina and sandra and a tal bench! People are so tall in hudson that they make the benches this tall! 







































