today I looked down at my hands while sifting dried cow manuer to make seedbags, and lo woah ahhh ho ho inhale pffffffoooooooooohhhhhhh did I behold they were covered with

GLITTER.

dive into a cold waterfall and air-drying between growing a strong affection for the various phases of cow shit and for pain: (Seven blisters of different ages on my hands and a concrete piercing through my foot: they never tell you how weak you are in a city)

hard hard work and billions of joints. bananas eaten in every form imaginable.

they mine black gold in this region of brazil. a fool here mining for fool´s gold and if you´re lucky i´ll bring some back, melted down and woven into moments of meditation, thanks, and the color green.