On the stage, if you want someone not to be there they have to go away, they have to leave. On camera, you just move the camera and they're no longer there. Vanish
Now your greatest danger is resembling yourself (that includes repeating yourself, which includes playing yourself..(again)
They're called clouds now (my plans), T.V. re-runs, and the aspect of the rain they prowl is movement not wetness. The water are verses (how life turns liquid when you look back on it
A slick arcade, otherwise I might have said tomorrow-arcade. Made archaic decisions like having lots of children. Sorry, tomorrow, borrow a craving from the real future and show it to me too,
The coin (in me) put by you, falling
Following
dashing...like handsome only faster coin, sleek anxiety for something incomplete like I always address myself to your lack (of me, or of understanding) Without that (lack) this might not be worthwhile. It'd be an idea stuck in the blithe struggle ego hoping to become cumulative like a policy or the pinball in the games guts, which are hollow. Ideas/police, don't trust them. Trust what the day does, what dey does, what daze does to the dice in you. Three separate rages of trust, without neutrality. Follow any one of us to the controversy, to the (scam) scene, and watch what happens. It starts to look like you. Residue from the new frontier. Bebop millionaire in trouble. Stall. Give me time and I'll most survive the other side of time. At the very least I'll deliver a sleepy kiss to your forehead and taste of red jasmine and saffron until you wake up thrashing from how I'm gone from the camera but still centerstage and someone is saying maybe
when we break, you can trust us. We are capable. Of everything? But disappearing is the only thing capable of us? If this is the case, the camera will have to face its own bullseye and wait for the plot to show up to its arrogant electricity in the size of silence in the shape of crime and medicine (hexagon) and them and us and everything capable of an image. That leaves the screen black as will until the black actor smiles or holds up his guns , his wallet, a safe afro, or some sad diamond rings
