haute cuisine is the applause
of ornament and redesign
but “simple fare”
celebrates atomic reduction
the longest night in the world
san francisco to djibouti
after-hours in beirut
apero in helsinki
(such fabulous people you meet!)
January is the bardo you vanquished last year...
Our little sister is a beast electron of silver, she's a palace of cedar,
Mayasura,
famed demon architect
dispenses advice
to the inquiring
designer:
Luxury is something
cultivated internally,
user experience
is of utmost priority
imagine design
as a sense
envelope
Vespertines
spire into dark street
jungle vine
this is not the ground
I stand on:
Lord Shadow
haunts the vicinity
Sorry to unnerve you
I wasn’t unnerved
just startled
not expecting you—
Alas, no one does
or wants to.
Broad misconceptions
I’d like to change,
What can I do for you?
I was hoping you’d ask.
I’m in the market
for a little ‘spin’:
For starters, it ...
a wildcard haunting back doors of glitter instance, sybarite exit (and what passes for excitement these days...)
interrupting
the sun god
at play in his dojo
“do something about january”
“move somewhere else”
“what’re the martial arts for— you bored, sun god?”
Spectacular
hysterical
Futurity
sputters
data confetti prophecies
seismic ticker tape
flux formations
revealing
encoded
doom:
“Heady perfume...”
You are mistaken.
This is light
compressing
forward
me
penetrating
you:
heatseeking
pheromone
trace
In response to your query, a diamond
there's only
room tone
at the other end
you hold on, mesmerized
by shimmer slow drift shards
icy oxygen
silence
then you hang up