waking back up to the liquidity of my real life, of life itself, of you over there, us separated by reading ~ perfect automatons fighting to become perfect for the spotlight this fall (always something to look forward to; this could be Your Year, Finally, after All That behind you…

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the object/symbol of success must remain out of reach

the throbbing desire to close the loop and make it work, make the thing (our lives onscreen) fussed with light up, tap into the abundance that’s just there in the frequency

and my fingers are cluttering over the keys, cobbling—no…

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Geoffrey Lewis

Geoffrey Lewis

filling the blinking cursor with whatever comes up, letting the leviathan lead me to glory, singing popular music covers on video on Smule too, speaker, rambler