I whine to love, I whine to the beat amongst the rug of balloons; globes blasted gold. All in a smoke filled room. Thoughts of my mamma, my papa. They whine on wine on whine. All rhyme. What are I in this space, where am I? What is your hypothesis?
What is this race to age, in a chair? Zoom through space! In a game of make money money is there time for earnest desire? From who, for what, how much? Radiating self for self forever. Can the surface of the mirror, reflect. A rennaisance of pleasure. Laugh! On the edge of the future is now. Paper, oxidation accumulates they say ‘burn’. I see many explosions from a distance. Zoom! The fast change in scale. Seems to slow time. Paper, burning. Tell me about shadows from an atomic scale. Yes, of course I fuss over love. The paper burning.