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regrettably the only borders of fourteen? at work i have before and after photos of. top left with yellow bucket in foreground is may '21, the rest are this afternoon. we have a little aquilegia nursery between the paving stones that i'll leave a few more weeks (TIL americans call aquilegia columbine - what townes was singing about all along)
bedroom window view i cant feel in the slightest
cant believe i made it to august
the problem is i just dont have the balls to do it i push myself but can never override the instinct the evolutionary self-preservation everything screams no
A group of women in southern Lebanon, 1992.
cant believe i made it to august
occasionally i like to pretend that you're all real
always an unshakeable feeling that life has already passed that we're living in the husk of the former real one that so many of the most important human experiences are no longer open to us
oraibi, hopi pueblo 'the corn scramble after the snake race' c1880s
always an unshakeable feeling that life has already passed that we're living in the husk of the former real one that so many of the most important human experiences are no longer open to us
tell me its not just the steady subtraction of everything good tell me something is getting better tell me there is good news
sympathy for the NIMBY i have sympathy for the NIMBY words i never thought i'd type but the truth is it is different when it's the hedgerows you grew up foraging along the headlands you have walked religiously nightly for a decade as the only escape the only place far enough removed from the grey the noise of modernity with it's attendant chattels and despair when its the fields you cycled through with your first love as a child painted and photographed as an adolescent that are slated to be lost to be occupied, it is different. all i have all ive ever had throughout it all throughout everything i have never had a say in pushed from pillar to post has been this particular landscape the dependable presence of it and the wildlife that calls it home and now this
tell me its not just the steady subtraction of everything good tell me something is getting better tell me there is good news
richard dadd—drawn in bedlam from his imagination c1861
got an email from the RA saying there is a new dadd exhibition. here is another of his and a verse from a poem i wrote years ago
never getting any closer to the principle operating behind it than to the distracted entities of a dream
the saying overflows the said
God, can you please hurry and find me?
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this is my one wild and precious life fucckkkkkkk fuckkkkkk fucckcckkkkkkk
