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"It's a bit of a stretch, running wild on the fenced asphalt. Seeing through you doesn't afford me any more benefit than seeing around you. And you, the way you've set up your permanent life, surrounded by things exactly like you. Wearing that ribbon in your hair and laying it down sharp and low. Why are you here in this playground, discussing in the drive? And you - you with the many- colored coat- you can't so easily transition from land to sky. Were you old and out of use when you agreed to be put into flight and kept there? You've gone so far as to transport the physical reality of your guts - not for free, not for a price, but for a loss. You traded motion for stagnant brack - participation for the life of a declining empire. You obliterated your mobility as part of an exercise. Does he let you down to feel the cold on your back? Does he kick you around with the kids and the air screaming atop your tailwind? Do you miss this? Maybe you consider yourself now in the state of perfect adoration, expanded to your full capacity with no more desire. Filled up. Stood up. Framed around, whole. Still, at ease - under the canopy of his eyelids. You deliver under every circumstance. Sometimes I remember the way I used to see the light and how it smelled before I landed in this drive. Before I walked into this drive way ahead of you. Before you walked into me as if I were in the way of where you were headed. I'm not driving, you're way ahead of me in the group in the drive that lives just down the way. I see what you're doing, what he's doing, he watches you while you watch each other, his eyelids consume your good deeds assembled only from punishments. Come over here, between the slides. I'd never do that." - Maggie Mannell 2015

"a thing is a hole in a thing it is not" - Andre

Levitasted mass / anxietea 

Rain coat Kelly            RIP                                      

 Chamberlain   WILDSTYLE  rolled/ stacked graff slabs/ peelings