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benches... a storyline

park chairs... arched lined up lodging park benches... as a property as a bed and a temporary house as a portal to another dimension of you as a clock's hands hour hand minutes hand seconds hand seconds hand seconds hand  some old clock's hands waiting for the bus
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PETE... carrying the context

polyethylene terephthalate... plastic bottle... a ruthless assassin or a  merciful angel? Why are we here (? Question) (Answer, Carlin style) on the eternal question... proof of recklessness proof of civic spirit promiscuous usefulness... punk Le Plastique, c’est dramatique Le plastique c’est fantastique   in everything and in all things, GOD, DIY material... Philosophy quasi-religious rgulation, almost a dogma,  Single-use Plastics Directive and... A way of life A way of making a life, beyond recycling as a symbol or an anathema I walk... I see people carrying them... bottles I don't know what to think, they appear in my path, all over, feverishly searching for them... or for the notes of Amelié... ou À la recherche du temps perdu... or is some Pursuit of Happyness Who knows? I just wonder! I walk... p.s. for ordinary people Almost forgot... I'm carrying a bottle with me... with water or maybe I am one with some thoughts... for the sea of tomorro...

a stray cat... without a Cause

super heroes can't code super villains aren't cipher One pays on semantics, the other collects on syntax and symbols Not a comprehensive list An open one, timeless, unordered, visual mostly scrap... Memories in space Moments in time Cras amet qui nunquam amavit; quique amavit cras amet The A.I. Dilemma GO f... ....self GC - Saving the Planet Le temps est bon I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas Magnet Car - SP Octave - Flacăra Iubirii Falling Behind - WW /𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 | 80's TFL Fråga Stjärnorna - CÅ Frequency

Je suis merdenea... exegeza si context la o plimbare de zi spre seara

Lumina vine de la Clush si mai nou, de ceva v(i)erme, ce-i drept cu intarziere feroviara (un fel de deficit) de la Oradia De unde o veni fumul, insa, daca nu arde... - response under stress - sparrow (un fel de rozatoare la un party surprinse cu un bec) - response in normal conditions - de peste tot (de la stadion la ateneu) Intr-o tara in care se stinge lumina, se cere, se roaga, se invoca sora cu incantatia asta, ca virtute, citizenship O tara Reper, cam repe(R)zita dupa gustul meu caviar si cam repe(R)zita si pentru gustul meu de coclau si mahala (nefiind vreun suveranist declarat sau convins, cu alte cuvinte/parale numarand, chiar daca gen... doua la catrindala, doua la prefectura..., cativa neuroni peste doi si ceva bun simt peste inchinaciunea civica la doua randuri de nasturi... O tara in care ce a mai ramas sa se fure actul in sine, sa se patenteze ca un capat de tara, ca o granita, fizic, ca o postistorie, spiritual... Da aproape maniacal, voodoo-ist, visceral, teluric, ancest...

act I, ... act IV. Life stage

50 going on 50 more ever.more, never.more coding nomad... maybe songster by mind... by heart also Censorship as a crust Propaganda as trousers yet Liberty as a beret Devil is in the details, yet God is the ultimate detail, the simplest, the only one, liberty from the price of liberty itself... I know, they all claim it, in books, philosophy, science and arts as a stamp for life in time and space not beyond them in the universe beyond, agnostic, unique, almost sad sand castles, endless cards castles truts to wonder and not to conquer or play When I'm sad I walk When I'm furious I walk What I walk.about? The easiness and uneasiness of every step What I walk.around? The foundation of shorthand readiness of the world and it's unfair trade What I walk.into? You, your way of knowing me in the galaxy find the device don't upgrade ... defiant to the end... of time

Stamp... Quanta... Fractal...

Danube

The river we are the river we cross the river we claim The river we cast the backbone of a dinosaur whose name is hard to spell out hard to make up hard to part ...in a river of time... lines The river we asked for stories The river of might unfolding the books pages of old over some known Himalayan camp base for hope in letters and higher words  filling the new boots for offside worlds under the narrow, winding paths of some unknown Egyptian sphinx sands  carrying the/a context... black to black forest to sea  the river from which we hang like leaves on a branch in a tree of life The river we cast the river we claim the river we cross The river we are Danube