G. BOSTOCK | written work | ninety eighty eight two thousand and seventeen
to IDEAS ARE JUST THAT | SNOTTOR NOT SNOW TOE OR SO NOT | BUDDHING INFRASTRUCTURE | SO LONELY | TALK TO YOURSELF | SOUL COUPON | REINCARNATION & INFLATION | COSMIC PAL | MERE DOING | FAST RUSSIAN INTERLUDE | GIRLS SHY FROM ME | LIMBER YOUR LIMP | POP PSYCOLOGY SUCK IT | BARNET | IMAGINARY FRIENDS NONETHLESS | YOU LITERALLY FUCK EVERYTHING UP NEVER NEVER WILL I GO NEAR YOU AGAIN | FALLING IN SLO-MO | BUMBER STICKER DECLENSION | THERE IS TIME WITHIN TIME, GOTTA GET WOUNDED | SO IT IS EITHER NEUMBUTAL, ANALYSIS OR THE CORAL REEFS | ENTAINT WHITMAN & PORN | MINIMA CURA SI MAXIMUS VIS | SKIP IT | incorrigible but sweet | lone wolf mentality | sociology and consumerism | one step at a time | NULLIUS IN VERBA | copy that | Kiss kill | rock the beer goggles | love is incompleteness | Minimal & Liminal, dude | say what? | let go | say elflock, for instance | take it in stride | supercool innit | shock or choc, closer to the romantic table | words for holey innapropriate heels | feelings | hard on | sad but rad | you can tick jedi | cryonics & some brocolli | floccinaucinihilipilification | hongado & apt, curated | omnia vincit amore | don't stop at knowing | L'imagination prendre le pouvoir | bullocks | spik and spam | architecture is poetry in stone, was it loos, loos | knowledge allowing it | My future has past | Miesian messiah | infrastructure is the new equator | as a species we are hacking it not | flailing | breakdance semantics | concept by the canals | care despair | there are still some coming | love is analogous | thin shell structures | get hitched under the umbrella, candela | holding in the tears | softer pop for the rumble of volcanoes | can't you feel the planet crying | language falls short and lands beyond | blasted for six | antidisestablishmentarianism | stare at the monologue | saudade | calculating & conjuring | let's go bitches | love the picatrix | sorrow falls prey of language, ennui | Zaha's heels | Falling long, remembering you | something for redheads | conceptualism or just graphics | Seen it | Thaumaturgy | it is all good | you understand | it comes & goes | dubstep pink margaritas | all talk | she leaves in silence | seaside blues | looking pretty | carry infinite jest | artistic intention | in the spam folder | free entry | the cleaner is coming saturday morning | doxa down by the pub | incite, insist, the four leaf clover | sinead's nuts | I still smell her shampoo | coveting | suck it up | Ain't the Loneliness but the fatigue | Never again | Nothingness & chips | an artworld fairytale | bittersweet indeterminacy | glazed scallops | is it mexican tonight? | shrunk to helsinki | You'll never walk alone | Losing hand | the big words | Sartre tripped on that pavestone | artifice & sensuality | a drag being yourself | Don't be a prick | Sunset it thy moniker | Do I look bothered? | Love's last gasp | abstract declaration | all in it together | axiological high | Photosynthetic preludes | writing hobby | chock full | still working on it | One good idead | the great latinoamerican novel| LA is my Lady | priced out | mere protein induction | correlation & ambiguity | there is never a right time | micromanaging our mutual fall | never apologize | meaning mean | Love's equidistant | You are the horizon | Transselfmutilation | the scars & the Prong | flower for prog-rock | naY the beautiful curvature | Chiaroscuro | go redskins | Self harm muse | Never say no to pizza | answer damn it | Astracted as I imagined it | innit | knuckleheads all | It is a summer of star trek and metaphysical melancolia | read red reed | melt for thy amusement | leave on daint | Saudade lacks the grip | blossoming sky | Meaning to sense to entropy to love | Hurting | chillin' through | harrowing gleam | Lightness & sense | Dear interlude, for a rock and roll song | Willow, she meant disintegrating into the night as she spoke | a lock in word | snap out of it | epistemological concealment | retribution for concept | Can you imagine us in Mars | Wait a second, nearing | such a sore loser | the more the merrier, in abstraction | I am less without you | There is nothing there |  Wait a minute | can we talk? | I can hardly walk | self bone | ego not id | tread lightly, the night ain't calling | U'Auld Bastard | Scottish lass, a wonderous comet | A thought like the raindrops, can you spot and name it | Better off alone | Love as a duplicate | She’s got legs | It ain’t a shoot out gallery | Make it happen | so lonesome and bitter | Finish the chips | Somehow made it | It’s someone else | Superego | Besotted / Drowning in her name | Need a beach | Are you up for it? | Don’t know who to ski | There is something about you