FROMAGE

dig into the dust, ponder question

Marx around your eyes, alleviate

the answer in a match-

strike us all

with lightning bolts glide

glide

glide under the wings of supreme

Chip Kidd's

mind supreme

Chip Kidd and his supreme designs

•

NATTER.

NATTER NATTER NATTER NATTER.
EVERYDAY LEAVES FASTER.
SO WRITE A POSTCARD NOW
AND SEND IT TO YOURSELF.
UNKNOWINGLY
WALK IN THE CROSS-HAIRS
OF YOUR FUTURE
AND DO NOT KNOW
JUST.
BE.
A
NATTER NATTER NATTER NATTER.


Å ˚ a

A REACTION TO WEATHER

SNOWFLAKES

LIVING IN A TIN-CAN

AND THERE ARE CINEMAS

AND ALCOHOL SHOPS
AND ALSO A CIRCUS FOR WHEN PEOPLE GROW BORED OF LIFE AT THE FURNACE
AND CRAVE A LITTLE DISTRACTION

make honey
sell beehive
buy honey
laugh
work
sting
die
∆

CHARMSTICKS

retain files containing

our corresponding filaments
send three letters
a single post-card returns
this file is not going very far
so grab a paper-clip
and close this case
for future reference
we’ll navigate in photographs
a quick snap
a stellar performance
via the mistakes of king Louis
we act out rebellion
but were taught by the masters of us all
of us all

FACES

fumed pipe of a power plant sky line

-earth
-gaia
-vishnu
-allah
exhale your secret industry

so suck in deep
and count to three
bite down
...
...
ready?

ok, finally
a face worth remembering
grinning amongst the decapitated fields and seen
through winking eyes of a ladybird

the wings torn
a crawling
prefect
sings
for you
for me
the melody

so sing the flute song
sing the flute, song

"a gods work in history
covered in
covered in
look! my hands are filthy
pass a bar
pass a bar
watch the dandelions fly
hovering
hover in
coal!
soap!
harvest!
mine!
coal!
soap!
harvest!
mind!"