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Things I'd like to maybe start a Kickstarter for:

A big bed of sesame seeds build in a storefront window, whose window is covered in reflective paper, in which I can lay down to rest my wear bones for a bit and napsnack my way back out into the world cocoon style.
Visa fees for every Muslim in the world to come to the US mostly because it would be way more peaceful likely although we'd have to have a conversation about the necessity of bacon.
Someone who is paid CEO-level salary + great bennies just to follow me around (union workday hours is cool) and run my feet and legs and shoulders and hands and back and basically all of my body parts as needed like always.
Honeybee husbandry.
Mandatory, heavily stipended coursework for the entire western world on gaining an understanding of, and the language for, a real conversation on race, class, culture, gender, history, and the end of capital. With cookies and juice.
That orgasm machine from that Woody Allen movie from when he made funny movies before he was a known sexual predator. I don't know that I need to raise funds for mass production. I basically just need one and a backup.
One more orgasm machine to rent-out by the minute because then I'd never have to crowdfund anything ever again.
An American Truth & Reconciliation Commission. Televised live with social media access points ala periscope, twitter, etc.
Basically just more cats.

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Portland, Ore. 16.9.16 :: Beneath the fractured light of a harvest moon eclipse, black|bodies descend into PICA's Time Based Art Festival and radiate poetry/light.

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the middle of a poem, somewhat randomly. #page54inthetextifyouarefollowingalong

Copy and paste the URL, in the comments, to read the whole thing! When did being a writer begin to inform your sense of identity? As a child. I remember it clearly. I was eight years old. One might say I was a weird kid. Where is your favorite place to write? I work best some place either quiet and undisturbed or loud and chaotic. Right now I’m on the smoky outside patio of a café in the middle of a very large intersection in Lisbon. In either of those extremes I can access a necessary kind of mental solitude. Chaos becomes white noise, becomes atmosphere, and I can slip into a sliver of timespace. Among a throng I need not be regarded quite so individually, whereas one or few people need noticing, are noticing, attend or need attending to. When quietly alone, or invisible in a crowd, I can safely slip in/through my timespace sliver while my body remains unmolested and at work. Obsessions are influences—what are yours? The metaphysical world. There was a period as a kid when I was like the neighborhood bike fixer. But I wasn’t fixing bikes to help people! I really wanted to know how they worked and why and what if they did this or that instead. It was a selfish altruism...

From corner to corner, the work is getting done and it tastes so good... ❤️ @alison_saar ❤️ @tschlapp #Repost @tschlapp (@get_repost) ・・・ At long last returned to my space and to another layer of tea-staining @scryptkeeper words for our project with @alison_saar #homesweethome

#FieldTheories getting just the kinda #Brooklyn love - thanks @elroyred and the beautiful booksellers @greenlightbklyn - that tastes best! 🙌🏾❤️✨

A little "so long" #poetry at the gate. Thanks #Reykjavik, #CityOfLiterature! #SeeItWithSamiya #HomewardBound

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Today in Robots! I! Need!

February 19, 2016

TRASH ROBOT!

If I get all the garbage to the door, can't the garbage get to the cans somehow without me?

MUST I BATTLE THESE THIRSTY-ASS RACCOONS ON MY OWN MIGHT?!

Figure it out 21st century. I'm waiting.