Owen Clayborn
I cheered when the summer event was a wash-out. I cheered silently and alone....
I cheered when the summer event was a wash-out. I cheered silently and alone....
You sneak fires across the meadow your veins azure, alice Birthdays...
I wanted to ask you if you knew how vertically time shifts when you say “what aren’t we doing”...
when i tell you it wasn't what you said it was the way you said it, you tell me either way there is no room for me in your space...
In the photo they are holding hands surprise, surprise there are flowers spinning in his eyes his heart has been stamped by a huge black hoof, the weight of an ocean lands on an irregular leg...
I believe in the word breakfast on whichever surface it is printed. I believe in reclaiming lost time from my local public transit commission. I find most of the space I need in cities that prefer to stay foreign to me....
He is guided by the jaw in his body whether it whistles, or is clenched, or is poised in anticipation of speaking....
Authenticity is another word for acting Like acting is somehow less than crucial To the success of the enterprise of being...
i am sitting at the bus stop quietly listening to vince staples instagramming the festive trashcan in front of me...
together early morning eating cereal mix in the park by the empty fountain you pass me a peanut...