sometimes his non-i connects with my non i non being and they run a muckity mack in that other place but other times all the i's non i collective beings all clicked clash and kill kill kill each other like rabid purple kitties

the lost and found was just an idea but i'm glad someone thought of it so i could find nothing. i think failure is just an experiment of exposure; i want to see the midnight sun lost known and abandoned of hope until our skins gleam i want to get somewhere this time and i'd like to invite you for the ride i'll be cleopatra you be beautiful i'll see you in the arctic circle, i'll be there with bells on, i'll wait for you ninety degrees east and twenty more to the left follow the heat and exhaustion and don't forget to write--i'll be there soon.

I have a "THEORY" about "ARTISTIC FAILURE." There is no such thing; the whole concept is "VOID."