2025-10-30
biking to the co op to make my bike be my car
some stand of trees in a field of fall grass
wait a second
Rifle I (Concerning the perceptual invisibility of trying)
the bark is singing
its a resonator for a strange voice
warm colored fall
cracked charcoal
DEDGDEDCDEDGEOEGECGHGCGOCTCOCHOTOHOTHTHTHT
see the dirt, winter ready grass
seeds underneath your socks
wind over the holes in the head phones, resonant tones
wait
again
lets go over there
these trees are larger
older
taller
i've run out of the right pictures, should have taken more
their branches reach toward a empty sky
wailing sound generators
organic sirens
the sun eats the dirt
burning, an old earth condemns the mistake of a broken atmosphere
walking along one arm of the evertree
the ever-present skeleton above an infinite desert
the leaves -> the buildings and rocks of a burnt landscape
GEGCGEGHGEGCEDECEHCOCHCDHTHDHODTDODTOTOTOT
confused, a ditch covered in shade tries to overcome its claustrophobia
some comfortable uncomfort can be found in uneven ground
return to the field of grass
listen
"a collection of bones sleeps under the warm sky"
rest and lean against a blade of grass
slowly
slowly
things shift under a warm sun and a cool wind
just one second
what are these trees?
un-ended somthing
far from understood wanting
scream in the voice
of a platiatry body crashing through stable chaos
star dust pendulum
cosmic bones
im crying :D
