at last

my love is here to stay.

It is in punks, the steam vari­ety. And one does not become punked, steam­punk is not a verb, it is art. A form, a vari­ety so intensely pro­found and sim­plis­tic in its form — the vir­tual embod­i­ment of Fluxus, the nexus of steam­punk is the sheer futil­ity of inter­na­tional influ­ence to con­dense form into l pun­ditry. Pen­dan­tic promise.

My tal­is­man experiment.

More forth­com­ing, per­haps fifth, soon upon this knowl­edge of 9.

c