Cheers!

I deleted my instagram yesterday, the one I started in March, 2021, as a way of talking about and sharing information about the zine. The zine has ended and so now the Instagram. I was never a fan of the platform, and it continued to get more annoying as time went along. I will miss…

if you’re doingsomething…the activity of the momentimposter syndromeseems the only wayto navigate thefalse landscape…imean if it’s notreally you…justPaul Newman failingto communicate…outcomes follow thescript…right?

why does the mind want to call it something…interpret…editorialize…claim it…

documenting a dreamdreaming a document does it matter whichor either…bothlooking back at each other…shrugging shoulders…callingfor the refereeto review thetape already erased and off the spoolself destructing withbackground music…

how do i capture theshapeless…what settingsrender consciousness into a snapshot…isa sixtieth of a secondfast enough to stopthe ever arising momentsof what is…so a printcan be made…an image posted…see that’s whatit looks like…hashtags describing the ineffable…who are the influencers of that

with tattered cut offholy jeans he scratches the lottery ticket, likewhat hope otherwisedoes he have, abicycle for his only ride to the quickie marteven a third worlddream is a step upand i sit here withiced coffee readingLeRoi Jones, pretending my hipness matters

from where i seethe hearing oflight whisperssounds onlycats and dogssmell and tastethe confusion operating asnormal…whyam i the onlyghost bathingin such murkyinhumanness…

look at me i ama wave…don’t payattention to theocean…see me swell,rise, crest, breakonto the beach…suck back out andbe a wave over and over and over…ignoring the oceanness…

It feels like moving on is happening. Zine 9 got done, some thirteen of them mailed last week, some yet to deliver personally or maybe mailed, can’t decide. I have writing and images for the next one, but not sure the motivation is there to actually make it happen, that maybe the zine phase of…