Sunday, July 22, 2012

stencil knives

stencil knives, originally uploaded by the euskadi 11.

12:00 PM "I thought about life, about my life, the embarrassments, the little coincidences, the shadows of alarm clocks on bedside tables, I thought about my small victories and everything I’d seen destroyed. I’d swum through mink coats on my parents’ bed while they hosted downstairs, I’d lost the only person with whom I could have spent my only life, I’d left behind a thousand tons of marble from which I could have released sculptures, I could have released myself from the marble of myself, I’d experienced joy, but not nearly enough, could there be enough? The end of suffering does not justify the suffering, and so there is no end to suffering, what a mess I am, I thought, what a fool, how foolish and narrow, how worthless, how pinched and pathetic, how helpless in the universe."
— Jonathan Safran Foer

Saturday, July 21, 2012

my windows are open but my blinds are shut.

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Grind: Fine (Average Circles & Effect: Auto Adjust), Brew: Color Gels (Full Pic & 1/4 Blended Circles), Serve: Black (Vignette Tone & Clouds Texture)

" . . . In the warm, dark, silent maw of the physical theater."

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"The assassin, in flight, gravitated with unconscious, instinctual insect ease, moth-like towards a zone of safety, haven from the swarming streets, quickly, he was devoured in the warm, dark, silent maw of the physical of the physical theater."

-Jim Morrison (The Lords And The New Creatures; Poems) :

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Because, why??

Because, why??, originally uploaded by gogoloopie.

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Just because you feel like it. Just because you feel like it. Just because you feel like it. Just because you feel like it. Just because you feel like it.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Never have we said so much and yet said so little...

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Your smile & the warmth of you, who made me laugh again.., when all I knew were tears.

Sunday, July 1, 2012


Photo By: Self

spilling water from my back,

you call and i come.

that exhausted walk to reach you

breathless and no i didn’t run

to see you, i’ve been smoking

too much, same thing.

another awkward hug in the car

as my face smashes your cheek

that i can feel it leaving now

is the saddest, a beautiful eruption

you could have picked it off the tree

and chowed

but you weren’t hungry.

feeling it dying away all day

much worse than the straining

against the leash, another gorgeous

thing that should not have happened,

gone again.

By -Michelle Tea

"Oh God" from The Beautiful: Collected Poems.

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