Attributed to Wacochachi (Native American) Drawing of Artist’s World, ca. 1830

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Attributed to Wacochachi (Native American) Drawing of Artist’s World, ca. 1830
Patrycja Humienik, We Contain Landscapes
The Clarifier would like to make just one more comment
being sober is the real high
portraits of utility poles
‘Celestial Event’. Laura Benson. 2025
(having a good week) that’s right. the goal is to increase my baseline. make the spirals shallower until they spin lazily on the surface of the water, lose their suction. im not trying to fix it all at once, im trying to incrementally improve my way into something tolerable. and once im there maybe i can shoot for good
(having a bad week) and in my terrible forge i will temper the flames of ruin
Mt. St. Helens. May 18, 1980.
Night Walk
by Franz Wright
The all-night convenience store’s empty and no one is behind the counter. You open and shut the glass door a few times causing a bell to go off, but no one appears. You only came to buy a pack of cigarettes, maybe a copy of yesterday’s newspaper— finally you take one and leave thirty-five cents in its place. It is freezing, but it is a good thing to step outside again: you can feel less alone in the night, with lights on here and there between the dark buildings and trees. Your own among them, somewhere. There must be thousands of people in this city who are dying to welcome you into their small bolted rooms, to sit you down and tell you what has happened to their lives. And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.
suppose the russians did something now….
new way of communicating you’re high btw
Spring Cleaning by Melvin Dixon
Prayer/Oracion by Francisco X. Alarcón tr. Francisco Aragón
'self-designed candlestick of six christ figures for "the second celebration of the four," 1976' in h.r. giger's film design - morpheus international (1996)
Alexander Kostetsky (1954-2010)
i heard they're crucifying the insincere tonight
lately when i've been going to bed i've been trying to imagine a darker shade of red than i did the night before
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