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Its a long explanation. Who cares if I have been tattooed incorrectly by the sun? The years are old. Time is reversible, I am ticking, tinkering, with light, inverted. Inversion, of light, the conversion of energy into lemon yellow the expensive kind, grown in the tropics it takes 20 years for a lemon tree to produce fruit, fruition. in our climate. clime lime lines. lines. lines of a yellow light streaming through the cracks of the window . is this a window? Is this a windy day? Window that looks over the highway. a pleasant place to live. lets go to the new part of town. may i have a yesterdays coffee? Tomorrow maybe, if you set your watch forward. inverted light inverted lines, my conversion of time into energy. the essence of time boiling over, boiled down, to an oil, we can smooth it out and mix our paint with it. have you ever looked very very slowly at this sort of thing before? she asks. have I ever seen a painting before? I have travelled . yes. and is it always the same colour? YES. Let us walk now on on on the day. The surface of the calendar. covers the streets. who takes those photos? My math teacher. The suggestion that parallel lines never meet. But, I have met one. She suggested she was lost. Uncertainty has a tendency to create doubt, but I assure all that creation of anything is a bright idea. or. maybe. I do. I am. this colour to a blind idea in fruition. It is? I am. one more song, dance, tick tick tick. counting the photos in this short book as I wake every day and read it. there are twelve. one exactly for every single season. If you need to you can write on the top edge of your ruler to keep your thoughts perfectly in order. Now. lets paint.
Its a long explanation. Who cares if I have been tattooed incorrectly by the sun? The years are old. Time is reversible, I am ticking, tinkering, with light, inverted. Inversion, of light, the conversion of energy into lemon yellow the expensive kind, grown in the tropics it takes 20 years for a lemon tree to produce fruit, fruition. in our climate. clime lime lines. lines. lines of a yellow light streaming through the cracks of the window . is this a window? Is this a windy day? Window that looks over the highway. a pleasant place to live. lets go to the new part of town. may i have a yesterdays coffee? Tomorrow maybe, if you set your watch forward. inverted light inverted lines, my conversion of time into energy. the essence of time boiling over, boiled down, to an oil, we can smooth it out and mix our paint with it. have you ever looked very very slowly at this sort of thing before? she asks. have I ever seen a painting before? I have travelled . yes. and is it always the same colour? YES. Let us walk now on on on the day. The surface of the calendar. covers the streets. who takes those photos? My math teacher. The suggestion that parallel lines never meet. But, I have met one. She suggested she was lost. Uncertainty has a tendency to create doubt, but I assure all that creation of anything is a bright idea. or. maybe. I do. I am. this colour to a blind idea in fruition. It is? I am. one more song, dance, tick tick tick. counting the photos in this short book as I wake every day and read it. there are twelve. one exactly for every single season. If you need to you can write on the top edge of your ruler to keep your thoughts perfectly in order. Now. lets paint.
