ArrivalFlights are cancelled for the night; the flakes drift gently from the depthsArrival
into the lonely streets,
ignites; for a second on the taxi's roof discreetly as the angels might. So the Norwegians, they sleep on the tileworked floor, side by side, duffle-coated, most likely homebound waiting for a release in Charles de Gaulle. As the Arab strolls past the souvenirs, with a cart and a mop, and a pencil resting on his ear; until the 4:08 to Belvedere, the halls glow Tungsten and he makes me realize, this must be it,
the place I had been looking for.
The workers
II - v: 22 ways to look at.II - v: 22 ways to look at
I
Lapping the stomach of skygazing fools; Last steps of awakening.
II
Rise of passion
aureole to cheek, neither fleeing frivolous nor the detritus. li
III - ii: Streets.III - ii: Streets
This arboretum, this smoking metal barrel, this land of plum buds in its mirrors caught; the wounded tiger staring down its brutal shot - a glow of stallhouse lanterns flicker in its feral gaze - and stalks the downpour of a frigid peril: the globule monoliths our years have brought with the glittering scent of bergamot that leaves the voice of seaside merchants sterile.
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Really?
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"I've taken enough walks alone
to know how real nothing is."
~dystopian-dream-girl
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+ thehungersite.com
+ suture | artists for charity | 2envision
very interesting gallery
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but, mainly, Stay Classy
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"The ending is brilliant. Seriously. I might get that inscribed on my casket someday so God will understand."
and for that matter, why don't i see you online?
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Days of wine and roses, days of wine and roses
All the artists flew in and all the arseholes flew out in '72
<`MinorKey> and don't drink so much that you remember having fun...
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Days of wine and roses, days of wine and roses
All the artists flew in and all the arseholes flew out in '72
<`MinorKey> and don't drink so much that you remember having fun...
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