there’s an angel at my table
systemic system synergy
i have not stopped searching for paradise
on the cartons of Oatly ads
a more intrepid talker would have shouted ideas
dimwitted, the ones who insists on cures through notes
all the own’s body mind is time
the documentary dormitory
how complicated the simple life can be
conceived of each other, conceived each other in a darkness
which I remember was drenched in light
actions of others didn’t define you
people will ultimately do what they are going to do
it is the body’s self-lessness which is its ardor
delusion needs a home too–
it matters what we call things
