Notes from a Jubilee

Social worker of the senses

Frogs creeking in the tentopolis,
Ketchup giving false flavor,
Appreciation of circumstances,
Dosages of mystery and connection,
But what happens if “I” want to connect.
To myself through you.


Repetition on variation of artificial satisfaction

Judgement suspended in favor of neuron’s impeachment
Creeping through the jolly looking glass
A swamp of intentions
Rendez vous of European bourgeoisie


Who finds the first stick is most welcome to celebrate in violence

Today is Shabbat, the die is always cast.
A stage, a dance floor in the noses,
And a watchlist of individualities.