This is my last #poem for the angel of rite aid. I put inside it entire years where I #love my family enough. It also contains #shortfilms where my son who is just a blond boy named frank and not the @blonded #rnb #artist brings me into his favorite drugstore and loves me back until everything is special there. Forgive me; I did not imagine a future version of the shoppingtown mall where this would not be true. I feel like this is my last chance to do a good job explaining what it was like seven years ago when @barackobama was giving out @kendricklamar #lyrics to @theellenshow and I did not care about being #bff with #international #fitness #djs. Those were the days of the rite aid angel, which was frank, because of his entire childhood, but also me because of the ways I have disappeared from myself since then. Now that the convenient belief in angels of the store where you can buy wedding rings and diapers must end, I am not going to make too many #electronicrock references because I miss the warm #spiritual #williamsburg of that era. I wish I could tell you this is part of a new lecture I am working on about Need itself being made obsolete by #theculture, and how it almost seems quaint to publicly buy something, making a #confession of your need, but no; there is no #creativewriting #MFA program located in the shoppingtown mall; it was just a failed metaphor for the way I have not lived up to my promise as an instagrampoet. In actual life, I have not taught a class for so long that I am starting to perform weird #hiphop rituals like eating the puffs of dandelions and speaking in robotic #surrealist code. I have been foolish, but I said back in #toystory4 that if I ever lied to you I would tell the truth right away, and so I’m afraid this might be a very #french goodbye, because all the little rite aid cars literally have dust on them now, and I can not even go into your room to touch them, because that Me is not here anymore, and that You is not either, and everyone else is either broke or at #cannes making #diy #tattoos that bleed too much and skipping the afterparty to brood online to the whole #filmfestival that the pain of being a loser is #real.
Atterrissage d'un nuage!
Inspiré d'un nuage que j'avais réalisé il à 10ans en taille directe!
#argile blanche brut sortie du four, couleur meringue pour l'instant mais je vais faire des test pour blanchir à la porcelaine...opération délicate parce qu'avec la nouvelle cuisson le volume va réduire, l'ensemble peut se déformer et la teinte n'est pas garantiiiie!
#Arabesques mysterieuses #sculpture #art lover
"sensual dream" 310x230x210mm