Binding ties zip up with the flies on the wall.
The spiders eat them all.
They were born just yesterday from a paper maché sack.
Exponentially growing with each hour.
Until an amoeba thinks it’s bear country.

The flies used to sing in my ears while I stamped my mind quiet.
The resonance matching in harmony
with that piece that lost its adhesive to the refrigerator.
Someone zapped the television off, until I realized why.
It was the spiders.

It was a tiger body with a human face. Something similar to the D Bo's, or some other celebrity figure. The face was airbrushed up to the hair, which was also airbrushed and dark until it met the rectangular terra cotta pot. the pot was embedded in the head like a plastic surgical piece of work, or it happened in the womb of this creatures mother, who knows. From the pot grew chia pet type sprouts or those little broccoli sprouts that you put on your sandwich for mmmm. All of this sat upon a long muscular neck. Weird proportions for a tiger. A centaur's alien cousin I guess.

Come Spring

My neighbor Ben and I plan on planting a veggie garden in his yard. At least I think we do. Oh, and so long as we don't have radioactive evil eggplants sprouting.

Apartment Watch

This week at 3007 N Albany, reports have been made on evidence that one of the three room mates was stirring in the night. Dried mineral deposits - the remnants of wet footprints - were found this morning leading to the kitchen garbage can in which an empty bottle of wine was housed. This new found evidence debunks former claims that the room mate no longer exists.

 

Big fleas have little fleas
on their backs to bite them,
and little fleas have lesser fleas,
and so ad infinitum.

Truth Only Found in Questions

Information transfer creates the structure of anything. Each fleeting bit of knowledge travels its way from record to record forever. In order for information to be realized, it requires a medium though which to travel, a mode of reception and a place to be recorded on the receiving end. 

DNA strands travel and morph through thousands of generations. The commotion of a scene of interest is filtered through the mind that controls a camera which records the scene to film which is transferred to print on a piece of paper then to be viewed by several in an audience that will discuss the information of the scene at hand. It branches its way further and further, in infinite directions. The original instance of reality has been dispersed and redefined and the information involved will always maintain its connection to that original instance. 

Common physical perceptions and manifestations of information are controlled by perceivable objects. The physical world is steeped in peripheral information - that which is present but doesn't always have a mode of reception. Radio waves. Satellite connections. The presence of microbes. There is more presence of information than any organism can digest alone. Perception only starts with knowledge, and it concludes with investigation and use of the right tools. 

My current and future desire is not to report on reality, but raise questions on what is behind it.

Phone, Fax, Shredder

I don't know why people keep these things yet. This is an experiment.