Instructions: 0.- turn Bluetooth speaker and pair it to iPhone 1.- play Lizzy Mercier Descloux's Wawa (Charlus de La Salle Remix) 2.- go to notes app and select poem and 'Select All' navigate to options and select 'Speak'. 3.- dance until Siri is done reciting the poem. I was thinking about the other day, When I go to get my phd in semiotics, It will be at the school in Marseilles, And I already know what my dissertation will be! La Différance entre a.), b.), & c.) The Différance between a.), b.), & c.) 🙃 So I was time traveling the next day, And forgot my keys to the apartment. 😉 Include here flappy bird poem, playing flappybird me feel risky, i let it drop again and again. its not about how far it gets its about leting it drop as many times possible today, whiel playin, i pooped a huge load. such void left inside felt dizzy and disoriented. what was the last document Snowden leaked? secret Putin’s recipe. 😋 Overheard at the bar?? On a slow night at the bar, I couldn't help to overhear two people on a first date, Dude asks, So, do you like street art? Long awkward silence, takes sip from drink, Fernets and Suzes 5-7-17 Came to rainbo club bar and sat at the bar, Sat at the bar in the corner, And on both sides, There where two groups of Two women, All their purses where on the bar There was almost no space Then I set my purse on the bar And that felt good! ☺️ Fantastical reflections on urban nature: And as, I walked under the tree, Just bloomed, pleasant temperature, an unzipped jacket, And what's the name of this tree I was gonna write about And not it's not the tree it's It's The bloom That I walk under and the smell that Caressed A memory I haven't lived, I resist to interact with plants through botany, What's their name of this flowers, hanging at the end of the branches, the most tender parts And if they could talk they would go by different names, By different senses, And so they wouldn't go by names anyways Because then don't speak, They caresses so with this smell, of the scent of oranges cooling After a hot day at dusk, and the density of a bath tub full of petals and a milky opalescence of your dead skin and oils and and the time that we spent in the water, and the light makes it's appearance in this water that is rising in delicate swirls of lost gravity, this memory of a drifting longing that is yet to happen, And I breath the air around you, And exhale.... what? A different time, A different sense So hey trees, branches, tenderness, petals and this breeze with the slightest sense of gravity, How is it going today? 🌿😌 🚶🏻♀️ 03-20-17 Overheard in LA: Does it have nuts ? No? No, So it doesn't have any nuts at all, Let me double check.... No, So, No nuts? Correct, no nuts --- Oh, pizza by the slice... let's get pizza by the slice --- ...If you see any blood on the espresso machine that's mine! 😱 --- Some days are good, some days are better 🌜🌚🌝🌛 There a some new moons around, But they are really the same, Going/growing darker And light Trying to make sense of it And when they return, The new phase might Change their turn. How to live alone, With the multitudes of selves, Going around Growing, Growing very dark, Trying to find some truth Trusting in the light But knowing that is not enough Going around, Going around, 2-16-17 Every time I see a gray Subaru Outback go by I think of you... 8-8-16 This is a break through moment in this poem. I did some maths and came to the conclusion that in order for me to finish this 500 page poem by the end of the year I need to make 50 pages a month And that I'll count the introduction and I'll make the table of contents and it's gonna be a 5 page poem. And I'll make a prologue or introduction and it will b 50 pages. That's 11 percent of this books. It's a very smart idea I think. 9-11-16 the other afternoon, as I laid in bed, drying with the fan on after a cold shower, I started thinking, that I love thinking, and thinking is in my head a thing of high value. I started thinking how every single second I am thinking about something, but every other time (actually quite often) I found myself thinking about that very act, thinking, and how before I had thought about it, i forget that I am always thinking and that I don’t remember every single thing I think, but one thing I often remember are dreams, every time I wake up, I remember at least parts of my dream, and dreaming is a form of thinking, and there are those special dreams, the lucid ones, when you realize that you are dreaming and can sometimes control your dream like, fly or you are just conscious of it. and then it clicked, lucid dreaming, is just like thinking about thinking, and now thats something to think about. 🤔 Devil keeper Hides cookies when stomach hurts, takes you for a walk, 👹 There are many reasons to go to a flower shop. But I won't go on listing all the occasions to which the discrete year round existence of these buffering zones of aromas color and inevitable decay, Of many clocks ticking and water dripping. The reasons that flower shops are open is so that when they are sad they can walk 5 blocks 426 steps from his house 2 experimental songs that stay on the same beat. Stop for a small cappuchino on the way and hear the bells hanging by the door as he enters. They smells the lightness of medicine cabinets, of moistures from other places. Their arrangements are simple. A frill and a steam 🌸🌿 write a poem about sentiment, reading, existence and absence.