I don’t usually venture into the world of chapbook fabrication outside of the Dusie kollektiv, but I took a few weeks to make Paul a chapbook for Christmas. I sketched these critters over and over until they mildly resembled animals.
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- o right where you are
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- We look like hats on our heads.
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- whose thoughts are whose chewing in murky glaze
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- pair of owls glasses / hapless arbitrators
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- the one spoonbill I keep going flamingo, flamingo to
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- stir / yr breaking up
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- Off park lamps fall things of bugs
