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Misplaced Lens Cap
Show & Tell
dirt enthusiast
KIROKAZE

Janaina Medeiros
Cosimo Galluzzi

oozey mess

Love Begins

Andulka

Kaledo Art

pixel skylines
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Three Goblin Art
DEAR READER

ellievsbear
d e v o n
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Peter Solarz
$LAYYYTER
YOU ARE THE REASON

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Here is a song from his first album "When this is over" (2005)
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Butterflies are delicate
When my heart squeezes itself
and I can’t catch a breath
I think to myself
Butterflies are delicate
XXXG-01D Deathscythe
Watch the street kids running. Hunting. They've got loss, and it’s stunning. Lying low in their hoods, like they were shadows or something. Lol’s misread have you dead from assumptions, and feeling the cold in your bone marrow. It's freezing in the winter, don't let me go. It makes these teeth chatter, leaving ice on my bed. I'm drifting off, and feeling distant in this purple matter. I transfer from flying lotus to mantra. And you? Yeah you fly too. You’ve got my sunrises yellow and my atmospheres sky blue. .. Peace.
monsters incorporated
make it staccato,
and perforated,
status hanging in the baIance,
but shot through and cursed,
it’s hated awfuI Iike,
memories in twiIighted horror,
aging bIistered and costing hours, days
in restIess under
green with cuIture,
and red with hunger
Doesn’t look real to me,
when you slip into the abyss,
I thought you had jumped.
Sometimes I go diving too,
Headfirst and make the splash,
shivering in the cold.
Bad days,
so I try to stay away from the digital woman,
lest I fall head first again.
I know it isn’t real.
Scat Jazz
You look like a somber song on vinyl.
A beautiful loop.
And I listen to the scratches on your surface till I hear the truth about zen and peace.
Note: production next insts few are gonna be some butt shaking funky shit.
Manana
Bury me deep Beneath the vines. Tangle me up, inside the red brick prison yard. Under the fire escape. Where you first said, Keep hope alive.