half poem.

 
I was on a motorbike and was wondering why because in real life,
I don’t ride motorbike. In this world, instead of flying west for 24 hours to get to Boston,
my airplane takes off,
then just hovers in the air and wait for the earth to turn. Turn. Turn. Comeon. Turn. It then starts to go down
(vertically)
just before Boston is exactly under it, and lands.
Saves petrol, I guess. I then suddenly

remember;

I am living my present that is gonna be my past in my future. Nostalgia strikes twelve a’s;

time machine.

 

    •  Â    •      •  Â    ,  Â    my  Â    •      •  Â    friend.

 
 

Love conquers all they say. I say uh huh [honto ni?]. Going into spiral out. Fades in. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. out. In. the cat. out. in O. i. o. I. out. in. o. i.

o. in. O. Inand out. Onoff. I. out.

I. Out. in. Oh. Lux

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oh. chisels? i should learn. woodcut printing.