hot hot hot n sour lost mongrels chase space, while some forget they were in the race

(Point), (Pointing is impolite)

aBOVE: BY, Cameron Hepburn

reflection wonder window altar:

i hope

doo-dadds window altar:

i hope

ripped and with-fused

Long Ode to Long Soul #2, made a week ago perhaps

Rock found in our old backyard in Wilmette, don't quite remember how old I was(sparkly inside)

Long Ode to Long Soul #1

Mountian range, found on tha range...made some time ago

Yama Llama pillow...made when I was young

White Tree: What Did You Do To Me?

Static?

Sphere Monstrosities...made last night

longest poem for the longest soul

I absorb light, in the sunlight--unless I am under a mango tree, with all its' light absorbing leaves--above me--are there leaves or light? How do you feel? Hot or cold? I don't even know. I wanna throw myself into clearing waters--energy penetrating, focusing thru me, thru the water--painting a splash--penetrating light. About time to go night night. Evaporating light, now it is night night. Trouble sleeping is foreign to me--AWAKE, AWAKE--like I always need a light, to retain my energy--rushing thru me. How and why could all these things be happening to me? Not a true North Shore community--it doesn't get quite so hot or so cold as communities to the west. Ah, the wind has shifted. I gave up on the team and left. A little cooler, a little warmer. How about all the effects of a lake. Getting carried away--make a picture in your mind--more than a few times--all the dimes fall to the floor. The daily minimum. The philosophy of "get wild". Typical to lose the heat--I never meant to hit repeat, feeling beyond that deadbeat. All these little things are MOCKING ME. I don't even know. I don't even know--repitition--keep it up--mispronouncing San Luis OHPISSITALL, before we all all all all fall. Where do you itch when your skin feels dead, but still crawling? Let the wind move its' air--hardly ever a calm cloud--how's the motion of your air? And your air pressure? Pressure controlling your air in motion,

YOUR AIR IN MOTION. YOUR AIR IN MOTION. YOUR AIR IN MOTION. YOUR AIR IN MOTION. YOUR AIR IN MOTION. YOUR AIR IN MOTION.

Wwater can be in the air IN THE AIR IN THE AIR.

Almost foggy when I was out and about. How much do you think it weighs? Does it feel that way? Planes of luxury. Theoretically, I have nothing to me. Some things to me--stay out of the Everglades--Why go for that example? The weight of a dog--oh, why?! Born in outer space. The weight, perhaps, is what you create. And if you ever see a -----, you're in big trouble. That sounds good. Flushed face--no drugs in my system--they used to play with mercury--it was old though--but so young though. Will one dose kill you? Self-contained, being protected--to be projected, played with lead paint chips too--it's not truly glued, because when it breaks a fuse, motion of the air. Vacuumed mercury--unsevered, and now atomized, thrown in the air. Somebody! Please! Throw me in the air! The pressure's controlled by the temperature. Suddenly, you hit a hard, sharp object, air pressure inside and air pressure outside--compromised and sudden explosion--creating my own rain drops--salty as the sea, I believe. What will roll out of you or me? Under these pressures--gotta make it better--bet bet bet her. Who is winning? Hello/Goodbye/Goodnight--head is spinning--longing to be grinning.