Bud

I’m spinning around myself and recording randomly

I know everything through anything

5.714.285^th step of the First Time Second Ten Year Walking

the music of the rain

you are beautiful my good beauty

white

abundance of beauty

I

nobody

the photo is not good but it is a lightning rod

I’m walking and taking photos of you my bird – I’m watching you and I pose to you my man

the line of grass

I haven’t yet washed the tattoo so the traces of the blue colour could be seen on the ear and in front of the ear

while she was passing by me I heard her singing

I track with the rail track of all-love

farewell

forty four seagulls counting You and me

I kiss them and I bathe with them

gravel water and drops of rain

peeled off green and good words that make peeled off green even more beautiful