( me / @beeple )

Trail lifted bodily.

the Ever Given eludes our GRIPS
at the all-clown RODEO

IDEAL
soldiers sue for PEACE

wearing out all the parts of my shoes but SOLES
my shade, my terrible FETCH

moiré of the sky fidget EERIE
die this way is TRITE

something Einstein never said but gets CITED
victim HEEDS

wind rising · nothing on the RADAR
dead poet live one ADORES

cheer new DOLES
wear a mask & shudder at the ones who ARENT

cadge seventh-day RESTS

Dust on the Wind.

"To bore not one man, name not one robot." —@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

Sound of Harris.