wunderkammer

this morning I took your place during the night

The light from my lamp blows the sail across its reflection. Your blade of grass is giving you to my blade. I ride on a blue rectangle across the plaster mask. The sun has a real sun somewhere, just like I have a mother.

Somewhere the support structure is having coffee and weather. I have an S and an s. I can move across the desert.

The grass is glistening, why is it glistening like sushi.

Hello, unusual request. I have never met your mother.

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Kathryn Regina’s project is alive at Wunderkammer. I will tell you more about this later.