I live at the foot of the mountain.
(Thyme on the mountain.)
People on the same hill
as me are walking far.
Tomorrow, in the morning, we can have an egg on a piece of hard bread.
I’m nervous about the morning . . . buying it, bathing it, dormant.

The water will turn on May 21, meaning that we have a year or two.
Time is told by the smoke plumes that rise from the mountain and measured soft against spores, pillars, yellow and purple, marked.
Pancake of air. Air bubbles of mine.
Ants in the bread in the morning and a bus stops in the square.

My watch was broken and I took it underground to be repaired. I took my watch but a lot of time has passed. No one is to enjoy the privilege of time and no one has. But this is my home under the stairs . . . of the watch . . . - I live here.

Watch stop
Brute stone
Be what
What be

Mountain that smells of dried flowers. Silence that smells like trampled flowers.

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Your glass smash video
The Plastics - I Love You Oh No! 
Ervin Nyíregyházi - First works [composed as 6 year old] 
Toshiya Sukegawa - Jewel Box I
Pauline Oliveros - Rattlesnake Mountain 
Angelo Harmsworth - Untitled 2
7038634357 - All I Want Out of a Red Box Body Unsolved
Kepla - The Angel Is You 
failure before god - cemetary 3
wi - ''''
Duke Ellington - Sugar Rum Cherry (Dance of the Sugar-Plum Fairy)

ah h, li ness

Natalia