WELcome::::The ar(t)/space/(t)ime-collective/coefficient-initiative is an expandingultimatelyeverlastingcollaborativecooperative, experimental+online ART parent resented by two(3) or more earnest quipsters from southern Ontario Florida. or maybe just some jerks. arttime is especially important. art time is synergy. arttime is.
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-the collective


Whatever I’m writing about whatever I’m feeling is conceited and contrived.
It doesn’t matter that I don’t have the courage to be truly truthful about anything that matters. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
Wondering how these words feel knowing all along that they’re a waste of time makes me wonder if they’re trying to convince themselves that they’re not.
i don’t believe that words can feel, dude.
Poems are totally gay but i read yours :)
haha, yes! thank-you stefan!?
Death is the road to awe.
facilis descensus averno.
I lift the pack off the ground, feel its heft on my shoulders.
I’m walking now, unburdened.
The weight of my world left behind.