Pocket Almonds

I confuse people especially myself : It helps to have studied lines in mind like pocket almonds to a traveler .

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We are paid very well to refuse to feel. We are paid in poisonous creature comforts, we are paid in false securities, in the spurious belief that tenure might mean survival, that the knock at midnight will always be on somebody else’s door.

Audre Lorde “Poetry Makes Something Happen” (via blackfeminismlives)

This right here! On a day with so many hearts are heavy! 

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And just before reading this I had written similar words...

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ROYEN, Willem Frederik van

(b. 1645, Haarlem, d. 1723, Berlin)

The Carrot 1699 Oil on canvas, 35 x 26 cm Märkisches Museum, Berlin

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Concluded my first Quarter Century on this Planet beside and inside 

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Musht Hike Series - - spawned of two photos of a fragile fungus poking out from just under the coolness of a large rock somewhere in the Los Angeles Forest.

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Moreseland - got my vote for 'Most Interesting Bathroom Stalls' :: Pin up White Girls [not pictured] & ^^ Beautiful B Black MC's

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Body next Mind after Abstract

 Point toes and flex 'em answer ask ignore another question find out what it's all about take time to belt - more than turning knobs and cranking notches more like trekking in dazed galoshes.

Pillows put heads to rest and tights stick to skin their best until the deal has had it's fill of handle-ings and the flesh thinks its time for more brand-ings however this one does not promise to yield a return some say death's recognition will help it stand forlorn so long to the establishments projected to the mind every dog has it's day but orange has few rhymes.

WIpe down the houses with worn down cloths set a goal for spouses and eradication of moths what are we to do when our clothes are few and  the moment we have been waiting for discovers it does not exist lost in the abyss work helps to fill the darkness until we cant stand it anymore eyes closed and washed up on the shore still feel the sand in my shoes as the only thing left to lose.

Until the words keep from rising we quit the fall pivot into frigid air arms crossed over to keep in the warmth as if it would help in this storm.