this almost transparent blur, this entertainment, the itch, what needs to be said is yet to be discovered, uncovered, recovered, celluloidtabloidmanic hyperfloyd, we do not ansver yet we ansver, yet we don't and sit in com, total venues, all is but draft, never more, but draft, a fastline, spine, figure edge, superimposed in this memory of what was suposedly self, ego, so called subject, but nothing is, death to it, ain't more than object, or less, a tendecie to be unclear, still clarifying, all understanding is but missunderstanding, the interpretation, but missinterpretation.

what is almost transparent blue?





lost, found

scraping

mostly ...

the sound

temporary

liquid

more reality