o my
sleeping in the afternoon
like a beautyqueen
gazing and glimmering
my instagram
vivacious stuff

WORDS WORDS WORDS
wages$ wages$ wages$
wears wars wears wears

i look at my screen, flip from judge judy to anime to trap
IG, TV, the narcotic to avoid because of social hemming
a distracted mind needs rest i guess i guess i guess
i rest i look online at museum websites instead
to see what is open or on-view or now-playing
in this city for to look at in person hm maybe
if i feel strongly compelled to travel there…
i sit back, pull my head up like it were held
by a string and then inhale just thinking
there is too much the online chase is not
worth my day off its cool id rather make art
then irl pursue a sight reproduced here but
i go there anyway to environments stimulating
new thoughts mostly criticisms new business cards

mirror mirror
in my phone
who is the girl
behind what’s
shown

a dream of unifying logic and calculus.
a metanarrative about blog to pixel to screen to eyeball.

the basic idea that humanistic mathematical concepts can be useless to computation. computation at its building blocks is a series of calculations that append each other, or go in sequence. so, does this mean that they develop over time? what is time to a computer? the clock is becoming easily my favorite form of constructive math but i do not think you could even call it that. it does not build, it moves and leaves its position for another position. but the screenshot. filename is a marker of time,, the numbers move from one position to the next. how does the image address itself with time? the clock syncs to an internet clock. one specific internet clock. i would like to find it. which server is it on?

A   B
______
A^B        A^B—>C

B—>C

Cab service
Lip service
Trains
Ride shares
Rhetorical
Liminal
Transfers
Drunken
Bipeding
Handlebars
Situational
Friends lip
Egress+

rehearsals are for actors

….
time does not wait
bodies do not rest
in an endless war

opened a lot of tabs
bust my shift button…
applications of reason
this email attachment is so sassy
fucking teaches of peaches
your music: abstract and chaotic
cinematic at the office
one self mastery party

our mind is the OG pilot of auto-. look at i. in bed and bound for another blank wake in a blind phone stare. there is no coin or comfort in this screen only labyrinthes of psychological dope. i cover my eyes. our operandi: programmed from an unspecified entry. am i one rat here for a feeding? here? i lie on my hands. i am with you in the network and alone paying and playing to lurk with timespace for spending. tell me Siri, is our participation refundable from they? no? then let me deprive this labyrinth of metrics. let me detour this economy of mind with sleep. no? exiting this matrix yields no thing. try again.