Summertime not postulate.
Summertime not delineate.
Turn up the volume on this song to match the volume of the sun.
Cicadas. Grasshoppers. Swim in humid wilderness. Run through dusty canyons. Picnic on hot dreams. Paper wasps, yellow jackets.
Turn up the volume. Don't talk so much.
Live to dream in a beauty of heat.
I like to let my colors mix right down on low slow so while I wait for the palette to condense I make a new dress for Wood #1.
i have no art
like dada kissed an existentialist and fell in love with light in time as the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be