Owi Lee

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In the year JUNKTHOUSAND love requires more bravery. I protect and maintain the Sandbox as always. I maintain my facilities. YES.

I want all of life again and again in multiple excellent swishes. At age 65, when I’m over being a Mr., I will live in the jungle to hide from neo domesticated micro-plastic-sapiens.

If they encroach with their noxious numbing gasses, with the slim chance they pass over the microplastic eating worms, I will be but a gorilla to them. A Gorilla Terrorizer. I’ll wickedly protect myself and the wordless musicians I’ve become acquainted with.

To the ones I love, I will be virtually unreachable. My world will buzz-about the same size (be my triumph against abandon, and tortured forgetful pirouettes). I’ll have a great life but I’ll miss pruning the best hands in the world.

I’ll make documentaries for you and big large moss paintings for my mom.

And when I’m dying old I’ll recross Blender Ocean plant my toe in your grave and leave my best drawings in library books.