Writing exercise_2 (blog)

snowing over my bike dogs jumping high jars with their ass frozen trees fighting over snow mothers preparing lunch my eyes seeing the new drawing over the dots and lines on white canvas water colder than ever sun warmer than ever our minds set in future like tofu on the plate dreams are always set in the future it must not be the repressed desire the sum of your past has to melt away dreams move through the future line it is surprising ladybugs stuck on the walls in the labyrinth of traditional papers must we have flags must we talk at all? remember how you could not breathe remember how you had only 15% of air left remember how foods tasted bad how everyone looked like no friends at all your waste stood there like fungus dark skinned and hard as stones a merry-go-round in the middle of nowhere in my heart