

Nomads of the New MillenniumNomads of the New MillenniumNomads of the New Millennium
Who wake up underwater Need to inhale
Something other than bland Wet sunlight Exhale something other than
Bubbles Go to find their souls A defibrillator Believe in the bright currents Of ceaseless motion Crave incineration of all
But the essential, The alive. Who become an amalgamation of Places beyond location Visions in slices of time Who string Worn old hitchhiking sages Lightning over cornfields Barefoot children with
Pet lizards Smolder-eyed women draped In flows


ConversationsConversationsConversations
we don’t talk about utopia, the ferris wheels and spinning lights of promise the elusive perfect (sexual?)
fantasy, sitting across the night mirror-river (backlit by those ferris wheels) about wanting to be hurtled by the roar of the red thunder-batman-spider-twister-time-machine and know that its tracks are under us about cutting the queue and eating straight out of the sugar spinner and watching the soft pink floss crystallize red when licked about standing sideways on the swings held still and high by centrifuga
Consider yourself caught up with Mamo!
By the way...When will you be in town during this year? I'm all alone in the USA this year, family liked China better than me
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It takes two lines to make an angle, but only one lime to make a margarita.
anyways... stopping by to say HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!
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I'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake
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Blackmago©
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It takes two lines to make an angle, but only one lime to make a margarita.
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