nostalgia for less is more

less was more, at one time.

now, less is an empty gullet

to more's prefabricated circus.

the past holds clarity of little

once we were spare

now mounds, then icicles

or now the result of the extent of erosion

moisture

decay, or just the sound of information

positing as Other

caught up, but when?

i have let the world make its mark

and i still oppose it by learning

meditations 1

meditation on reconstructive grammar

meditation on the idempotence of dying

meditation on the binary goo between zero and one

meditation on refolding

meditiation on the lost sauce

b

blender as trophy

platitude

evolution will be televised

octoyay

octofail

octoambient octoyolk

delinquintessence

2bling 1

too bling to fail

don't 1

don't mind me

i don't mind

it's a lot like 1

it's a lot like trying to close a book when your thumb is keeping track of what page you're on.

if you move your thumb, you lose your place.

if you keep your thumb where it is, you can't close the book.