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My art on Oreo CM "Bedtime"

I want to be out in the full sun basking like a lizard, runnels of sweat coursing along tanning skin, precise UV rays broiling cells, into the natural human condition. Yes, dark-skinned, and calloused, but only on the outside, our future is glorious, as bright as the sun, as true as death, morbid as time and beauteous as the human soul, manufactured by our selves, constructed by our minds and lived in like a longtime home.

Oh, spinning pinwheel! Oh, frustated rainbow indicator of Mercury's backtrack through the heavens. I do not blame you for seconds turning into minutes, but you most of all I want to make pay. A delay without coloured fanfare is a pause, but a frozen and elusive disappearing reappearing whirl of pixels wakes impatience.

cloth remnants cling gray on a waving branch a ragged unicorn prancing

Old and new, deteriorating renewing. Infused with sand and sun, the pure joy of a beach culture, the casual health and beauty. Effortless white clouds above and on the ground, textures without end. Inspiration in a cycle constant as the waves rolling in tubes toward the shore. Sweet cava sangria fizzes, spicy roast pimento burns green on our tongues as we stare out over the Beleariac sea. A sweet moment, forever embossed on our minds, its raised form a kind of braille to bring us back there when we wish, by smoothing our attention over the memory. Back it floods carrying us with it just as a surfer slides into shore.