Friday, August 3, 2018

Sway your head. That means dance. 
 
Don’t hold it in. Talk to your doctor.   
 
Try something cartoonish. I’m whirling around, pens and markers in hand in roughly 4 minute stints. Learning something about what I mean, high jinks soar belying despair over entropy, a quiet smoke, losing gravity! 

Privilege the not status and function.
Read this. (I did.) 
It’s half a libretto.