Green

Rosanna Puyol (accompanied by artwork from Olu David Ogunnaike)

make live and let die

pouring loss and massaging

 

Is there a poor door?

 

I wish I could pursue between you and me

better be some familiarity

 

I wish it allows me to grow inside me

the spine is only

knock a devil bubble trouble,

and constantly

trying to name reality more accurately, laying out a unified drama

see through

pass by

 

 

It was night

time and from the lips

of a woman dressed in green

saliva was hanging

on those lips

 

I am familiar

with the city

Laughing at you

bitch we are the same love

 

the verse is shallow

a thin way and corridor

thread walking swing

 

She was so chic

wearing velvet

green

dark looking

deep smiling

She was smoking by the entrance and spitting bent forward

a long line dripping

to her feet and earth

And her hat, white figure

grows sensible

 

 

Things are the way you feel, if you did not feel the way you do things would be different.

 

anyone’s we

my I forward — All my notions are felt

  send for see reality

 

weave the grid to the air tight, to the skin, how it is made and how it holds together

 

 

Video green

They do not exist

Spielberg was shooting by our house last Wednesday

Tottenham 2016 was Ohio 2050

I think about what makes an image believable

I think it is first the intention of the viewer

 

After I watched The Girl With Many Gifts at the cinema

I spent the night eating my boyfriend

I believed I was a hungry zombie because I wanted to get hold of my boyfriend

Take control

 

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