TOUCH

TOUCH

Something special comes along once in a moment. Every. An Aviary of Every. Maybe chance takes a film camera and details a trust which it's imagination has in line for your duration. A lamp stead. A trust fund. A daughter’s baker. A squirting female. A terrifying lust for touch and tongue. A sickening being of ego driven self. A tree. A marksmanship. A shallow.

A key.

We land in quays and ports with ports, tripping over our desire to be live. Emphasis on testation, what for do we make touch to reproduce and justify the sense of entirety. Begin with fragrance, allowance lies fair…..decisions and defiance and definition. Become a triumph in passed down likelihood or leave a note on a page, a bracelet on a tombstone, a suggestion on a train carriage, a discovery of realisation, a curve on a canvas, a treble clef on a lasered disk. One without the other is duality invalidate, punchline of duty ignored. Speaking of specialised sufficient, we see the plan in the mirror, the real meant for, the dance complacent and standing. Trust and futurise, this end of surely out �" rely on defy……..defiance on reliance of suit. “Begin again, no moaning of fate with destiny.”

From Charles Manson

CDC NUMBER B - 33920

NTF060516