incantations iv: I feel all my childood & its dreams in this video my father & his brothers & their seventies stereos: born into the space age watching all the menus collapse like when you plonk a person somewhere deep…

heya cometh everyboddeeee! right out of the sleigh: purring like honey from a see-through plastic bag! & the dread, the dead night-cruise drops its beats & sings ‘la la la la la la laaaaaaa’ like a lidl lamb! hey did…

just how did the moon stay magnetic? answer: something to do with the sea or the way the dolphin cow calls to her calf: a little click – there, maybe a whistle, every second or so, then a brief empty…

… my face on yr space (rule #1: clone tagging! the school for the too-cool, hispter-brew, squeaky shoes – taggin’ … ‘n’ braggin’! done tagging my place get into yr space-(acne) new tool, tru blue hood, flute reeds ‘n’ music…