The wagon magazine July 2017 web (1)

shark vs the universe
Misplaced Lens Cap
cherry valley forever
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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trying on a metaphor

Origami Around
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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Kiana Khansmith

if i look back, i am lost
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Three Goblin Art
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The wagon magazine July 2017 web (1)
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Don’t think your spit will offend me don’t think your abuse will shame That harsh words will cut and bleed they are nothing, but less of the same No your shoves wont fall me flat…
June There are too many clocks and not enough time. I will take and keep this minute for myself. This minute of mercury this swift summer night as sleepless stars glide through the sky in aerial ba…
Brittle Paper (dot com) from Zoë Pictures on Vimeo.
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Don’t want to be twink, bear, cub, otter, muscle, military Rather be fairy at top of Xmas tree Sprinkling angel dust! Silver fox skulking Rather than Daddy! Gym grooming Dominant active Borin…
by Jon Sindell There’s a raspberry seed in my wisdom tooth, which is why I can’t die — though god and my heirs maybe think that I should. It’s been in the tooth since I was … what, forty-five…
Scar Her lament The way it was, I burned myself, the red welt rose Blistered like a punishment, a solemn mark From a hierophant; but it was just a meal Gone wrong, some nourishment that never reac…
(via Two Poems by Lillian Hallberg)
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