happy moths

a farewell salute to the vacuum
from forming happy moths and
our arm's slowish waving




i, goldenrod.

i, goldenrod.

“there’s not a lot to go on.  fasting.”

“there’s not a lot to go on.  fasting.”

“a ritual clubbing kind of thing.  it might seem bleak.  and it is.  that doesn’t have to be a big sad thing.”

“a ritual clubbing kind of thing.  it might seem bleak.  and it is.  that doesn’t have to be a big sad thing.”

“i don’t know.  there’s stuff up close.  there’s stuff afar.  i don’t know.”  

“i don’t know.  there’s stuff up close.  there’s stuff afar.  i don’t know.”  



in a row of ducks there was a


“mr hehe”

“mr hehe”

“i don’t know man.  she looked like she needed help.  lesson learned.”

“i don’t know man.  she looked like she needed help.  lesson learned.”

“mopey mopey mopey.”

“mopey mopey mopey.”



your old mana slice highlighted by time


“Gladiatorial 8-bit color displays rasterizing their opponents with broad swords and fat brush widths.”

“Gladiatorial 8-bit color displays rasterizing their opponents with broad swords and fat brush widths.”