the art of kEith ::: 'E' on everything

can i trust you , no.

dear mom,

i

i decided to express
myself
myself
mysef

holy moses
what has become of this?

jesus, tell them … eac h of us .. ost
in these small portions
of love

keeep yourself alive

nobody

my soul purpose (as of this moment) is to take us closer to glory

50 minutes, in a car, on a highway
:sun in afternoon sky

2:39
Left the city . . .
And the mouse begins
He twists the light and manipulates color,
And who but the present see?

What do the hippo do?
feed them young hippo’s corn

seeing the White Way.
with light as tricky as
an f-14 plastic toy-model.

2:40
when i look. you look

2:44
this is the time where i guess i have to struggle

2:57
there he is! whispering in the wind of prairie grass, “I am here.”

2:58
my watch is ten minutes fast. and time is a funny muse.

3:02
the fight

3:24
If somebody from the past saw these colossal power line towers, fortified like monsters . . . .
The issue of RadioHead . . . .
Real Friends . . . .
Radio Head Lost Boy
without a crutch
without a crown . . . .

3:29
Food abounds in this town
grabbed lightning in a jar
replicating sun and
fabricating genes,
without a Crown.
brown
town
town