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Currently immersed in a massive project - manufacturing around 200 lanterns with dried local flora and pictures of local bird feather and choreographing for a performance installation at the nearby Birdsong Nature Center - I still watch the politics and get incensed, but I'm too fucking busy right now to think of anything but making art inspired by the local plants and birds.
If "academic freedom" weren't such a fucking joke, I'd probably have kept my "adjunct" gig and would be dead by now of another "cardiac event." Cripes. Here's the link:
Fact is: we may as well gtf outta here and make way for the next species. Cephalopods.
I always assumed it would be roaches that would inherit the earth.
Josef K is awake today!
every morning I wonder how Cal is getting on with her art gallery
...and what's happening with the water...
well, exactly. Or
In my world one is frozen out with silence and a turning away of the head.
The old man in the next bed writhed in his frailty his bones jutting high
calling out
She yells fiercely back at him across the ward "What do you want NOW!"
We all recoil, and his heart stops.
That was ten years ago.
The fortunate ones are engulfed by the landscape, surrounded by sighing greenery, listening to the singing of the birds.
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