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01/26/2023

Event Check-In:
CityArts Orlando
39 S. Magnolia Ave.
Orlando, FL 32801

Cost:
Free

Celebrate arts, culture, and history on the third Thursday of every month in downtown Orlando from 6-9 p.m. Presented by the Downtown Arts District, the 3rd Thursday Orlando series features a gallery hop, makers market, live performances, food trucks, drink specials, and so much more.

Third Thursday Orlando’s continued popularity has sparked new and exciting partnerships with some of downtown Orlando’s most influential organizations including City District Main Street, Orange County Regional History Center, and the Dr. Phillips Center for the Performing Arts. Third Thursdays’ footprint now extends down the block from CityArts Orlando to the Orange County Regional History Center and Heritage Square.

01/25/2023

Practicing proems

01/23/2023

05/06/2020

At the moment she said I was finally dreaming… face up couch growl like the surf side adrift the adjacent horizon
Line a lake sized tub subdivided by the blinds
a ..collection of human tiers stacked in with the florida wind where all the psalm trees swaying like black mama pancakes for those who cried for all the loss we can see
a fisherman
stuck in with the reality of my other half a better self seamlessly monetizing off the seconds we often left at home after all these years together
locked in the dining nook
read a table just under the skylight working toward freedom
…and today of all days is a rainy day a save your money lil ngh kind of day where one falls asleep a true man watching "happy" play out freely only to awaken the reel continuously fast forwarding through reruns of too hot to touch... on a curved tv and Netflix like brooooooo....
are you still watching this and it’s at that I feel alone
oddly enough sleeping on control
Like I knew the smell of irony my funny bone bruised blue all pun intended in the game of operations buzzed the metaphorical bell as I try and stand up
mad
groggy
My knee caps slacked an instrumented spine size like snap back into a vertigo shift my weight in a hurry and Im transported into the last war over black currency

Like the energy I put into this
I keep hearing this familiar sound in the center of my mind like acid dripping on deadlines
Vein like in metallic pipes similar to the vocal feelings of a mouse built up right before Zion sounded general quarters in the matrix the last night before you wake up someone ele’s hero In the miles we went for morals…
“My spidey senses tingling" fear
my hands tremble with the base bias of mary janes parents still fighting for something
And the beating through the walls however thunderous tumultuously manifesting the eye of storms brewing something up in me
the feeling to go outside…and do something about it
Ive seen this s**t play out too often
I open the front door in a flurry eyes wild with venomous bewilderment
the little girl from the unit connecting the walls of sheet like music vinyl scratched backwards red rum mirror carnage minded Like the calling out to the candyman in me the look I returned a captains hook
she got two cats and a giant shoulder lizard in her hands and she squeaks a scream for my help

there’s a real fu***ng fire... ..and I just react like I’ve been trained to do in so many instances

Smoke stacked ceilings billow black the pot called for the kettle melting through the stove as the grease touched water and the leaves of the olive branch I would have extend had it not been electrically plugged in above the lights connecting to the adjacent wall where I was just dreaming about this moment...

In the confusion of the fires I’d seen all the violence I never wanted to be apart of
Everything I moved away from was facing me here in this moment... in the fear this kid had in asking me for help
and part of me felt as if I’d chosen wrong

01/22/2020

Preview....
lady Conversation’s of a day’s night length in Childrens screams

CORTEX - CHANSON D'UN JOUR D'HIVER
(40 secs in)

Mar-vell piloted like the first sculpted mystic black
man on the other side of the moon
wading through the cancer's pool
dead ..as if
it's just water
shipped...
space jam fueled in at the ready
of
galactic ocean hues
flint
backwardly filtered shy running through
the alt white
uptowns grounded in flight
checks
through the wire
red as the mistakes referenced in our youth’s
Will
without our father
to
fill
full off
all of the re-dimmed lanterns shazamed after
Kendrick in the fear
itself
the good kid
centre a vile Cole aged rich
lit as classic latin speaking aliens
Paul
revered like
a present ghost shift into the life of a ninja’s pho
bowled
in
unspeakably questionable treasures
after earth buried by the last set of Xs
Ego ode
Remember
you were supposed to be the prototype

08/27/2019