for my mother

deep in mushroom trips, i often see myself as becoming like my grandfathers ~ today i remembered (from morning to present—evening) i am not who i say i am, i am what i do with my hands

at this late hour, all things dissolve—all of us…

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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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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