i think that walruses secretly like sailboats.
absurdist theater is only funny if you're acting in it.
leaves fall upwards.
dualities and self-selves and the mirrorings of the multiple personalities.
4 lenses and a central processor and rose-colored glasses.
the bird outside your window is trying to wake you up. it wants nothing else. it wants you to think, "stupid bird! can't i get some rest?!"
the typography and the serifs and the font-face are contingent on the deciphering of mayan symbols. times new roman is times new sicilian is times new milan.
under your keyboard are little specks of light that follow the traces of your fingertips as they hover over the keyboard. the specks of light follow your every movement. as you delete and space and capitalize, they shift in wavelength to adjust to your grammar.
in the suburbs, the run off is collected and recycled to the sky. in the suburbs, there is no ocean.
