the monks described me as "a pleasure to have on the mountain"
i don't do bad sauce passes

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Cosimo Galluzzi

oozey mess
trying on a metaphor

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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cherry valley forever

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Not today Justin
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the monks described me as "a pleasure to have on the mountain"
speaking of 'things I want a cookie cutter of', I really want a sugar cookie stamp like this marble tile from the Ulugh Beg madrasa.
Source: Fliese (Wandverkleidung) | Tile (Wall Covering); Uzbekistan, 1434. Museum für Islamische Kunst, I. 4534.
Athanasius Kircher, Egyptian Labyrinth, 1670
“For I am the first and the last. I am the honored one and the scorned one. I am the whore and the holy one.”
— Unknown Gnostic poet, from The Thunder: Perfect Mind
She is holding an orange. Warszawa, Poland, 1956. Wolfgang Schröter
Gabriele D'Annunzio, The Virgins
Dead Sea, Palestine under the Moon
Earrings
c. 1860-1880
gold, glass
Rome, Italy
Cincinnati Art Museum
“Sweeter than the early morning in summer.”
— Ernest Hemingway, from “For Whom The Bell Tolls,” written c. 1940
But are not
all Facts Dreams
as soon as
we put
them behind
us -
Emily Dickinson, envelope fragment A 843, Radical Scatters
George Brecht, Poem (For R.M. Rilke), ca. 1962-1964, MoMA, New York, NY [The Gilbert and Lila Silverman Fluxus Collection] [© 2018 Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York / VG Bild-Kunst, Germany]
Cabo San Lucas bathed by a setting sun.
"Stillness is the mother of discernment."
— Molesey Bridgette, The Queen Code
Yes, all my life I have gone in terror of festered wounds, I who never festered, I was so acid.
Samuel Beckett, Molloy
Vincent van Gogh Still Life with French Novels and Glass with a Rose 1887
if you’re not paying attention to trees and how they sway in the wind then what are you even doing
flowers for the week! orange blossoms (i think) and peonies