i made a new thing

fridgemagnetswithfriends.com - take a look and let me know if you'd change anything?
came about because i was daydreaming with some friends about the best way to figure out a mission statement for a project we're doing.

a thousand muted cries behind glass of pains,

screens of intoxication

The pigeon man runs his private circus in the sky above the clamor

of trains, frustrations, the small broken glasses of wine

and big fights for space

There is a general and confused impression that the rich are doing it all

right

as we all of us sit side by side, traveling together,

pardoning the indifferent fur coat

while shunning the one who has less

the one in the corner offering out his evening drink.

Dogs scrapping trying to find some relief

in an ecology of only human invention.

Pay a visit to the most difficult city to live in

only to stare at gold on the ceiling.

digital art rendering for the contemporary landscape

of hyper individual commercialism

digital digital globalized art

spatial frequency resonance consume data

digital digital contemporary art

in the in betweens

our heads roll,

bodies rock

side by side

on the subway

simple like a lull

I cannot tell you what I am doing now
but I can tell you that mountains are still real
that spanning not too far all along one side of me
the ocean is crashing and crashing on itself
onto the land, trying to get here

...

i can't say how long you'll live and where you'll next move

but i can tell you the stars will be there

whether or not they have names

the sun will burn

filling the day with warm hues

warming the pelts of many animals

the many many sensual world

will blink all around you

claudia's in the back with me drinking women's energy tea
i can't have it! she says
when we were growing up you know
i dressed like a boy, i brought my own money to bars
of course, my father warned me
and now
i can't have it! you know? a man who behaves like that?
so sensitive and retiring, i cannot take it

and all of his friends
weesh, so boring

but lemme show, my dove
look what i got at treasure city thrift!
a soaring tower of dress for 7 dollars
an aventail of lace all the way up to the throat
on my life, a cream you could eat

we're laughing, of course
because it's a wedding dress
and she just put a man down
for being too soft you know

oh ah, who would marry a mean old bitch like me
they're all scared of the little mexican
little old me

so i promise
i'll marry you to yourself, claud
i've seen water moving
i'm practically a priest

you came from san fransisco, i don't even have an iphone

there's u-shaped dog at the door
with the pelt of a hyena
but she's sweet so sweet
and gambols high at the pitch of my voice

this is not the usual place for this
it should be noted
apologies for the open door and the poor sound quality
the usual culpas from a beanied and winged girl

i'm looking at the back of heads mostly
through a video, a short speech, an offer
really though i'm envying
the root systems ripped from the ground
and powerwashed
and strung up on the ceiling, integrated right into the lights

abstractly, i'm here for the root system
or for difficult, abstract wood sculptures in my future
what more can i say?
on the subject of well-decorated rooms?
the usual culpas to the pallets i promised to never abandon

and this is why everyone else is here too
if not for sculptures
then for seat covers for their cars
or a new body part
to finally go to their own frontier

so we're all saying why
because we're pretending this is empowering
but not really because everyone uses the words time and money
and some man
taking it all too far
says
"i'm interested in market place integration"
or maybe
"horizontal, vertical, visible, costumer base"
you know him, you do

and i lock eyes
with her
across the table
you know one of these teenage dream girls
looking like she's built a home in her denim jacket
like she knows what to do with those boots
looking like she'd crowd you into corners
at the bars on 4th street

my face is transforming
and i put all the disdain i've ever felt
into shape on my cheeks
and she's smiling just a little
as my eyes roll around my little head
i've imagined our whole lives together
and she's telling the story of how we met
when i rolled my eyes
and she laughed
and we walked out of the warehouse holding hands