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[scaleriders]

Armando Flores - Vanslam

[tropical-glitz]

It's all in the details. . Painted & Bodywork: @tpcustomchopshop . Flake:Tropical Glitz Platinum Plus and Intercoat . Clear: @southernpolyurethanes EURO CLEAR . #nofilter #tpcustom #vanslam 2.0 #sinnombrefamilia https://www.instagram.com/p/BugVtUMg2L-/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1riuy496iovam

[tropical-glitz]

@tpcustomchopshop with our Platinum Plus flakes. . www.TropicalGlitz.net . #tpcustoms #vanslam #TropicalGlitz https://www.instagram.com/p/BueiFwUBgxz/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=5kk58j42ibli

[tropical-glitz]

@tpcustomchopshop Pulling in #vanslam after driving it home with no windshield or doors or windows or seats #sinnombrefamilia . Tropical Glitz Flakes and @southernpolyurethanes go hand in hand. Looking so wet in Euro clear. https://www.instagram.com/p/BueK0iPAjrT/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1qy6u7r1m9las

[ericjbutton]

I made this poster for an event in Whitehorse that should be a lot of fun.

[ieatcitrus]

When all the seats inside are taken so they bring poets outside to share their words. #Vanslam #commercialdrive #poetry #spokenword #poets #street

[dapperboiscout]

Riverbeds

Riverbeds

You were beautiful On the day I laid eyes on you and looked into you Really looked into you I saw a mirror-smooth river bed Every pebble, leaf and minnow, clear, straight to the bottom Crisp and clear, and I wanted to drink you I wanted to drink deep, as I had never been so thirsty before I wanted to become a mermaid and swim in your waters, Learn every dip and bend of your river,

I wondered where you lived. I knew your house, but I wanted to know your home I wanted to know when you, too, came out and enjoyed your river Where your secret hiding places were I wanted to know where you made your home

I can picture you. Runaway I can see you waiting for everyone else to leave the river, for the distant voices to grow quiet; this place that is yours I can see it now; late autumn. The aspen trees turning shades of goldenrod and auburn as their waxy leaves fall to rest on the water like so many little boats With a chill, blue sky endless overhead, and not a single bird calling in the morn And at last, you step out of the woods and pad quietly down to the riverbank ‘I missed you,’ you said Your reflection shyly smiling back at you Finally, a moment of intimacy with your trusted self And I picture you, feeling whole for once, looking at yourself and seeing clearly Every seed, stone and stick Placing your hand on the cool surface of the water and waiting for ripples Being unafraid to touch yourself, being unafraid to find yourself and every flaw beautiful This raw and intimate moment Where the river overflows its banks and runs salt with your tears And you reach deeper into the water until you slip in And float, peacefully, content within yourself Quiet and alone.

But before the day grows too long, a distant twig snaps And you no longer feel contentedly alone. Drawing yourself out of the water, in haste, causing so many ripples you can no longer see to the bottom And I fear for the scowl that could come to crease your face and pinch your eyes May obscure those river beds And you leave.

I wish you could visit your river more often; I look at it every day and could still visit more.

Time to time, when you glance away I have my own private moment at your riverbanks Though I dare not touch your waters I am content to sit and watch the beauty And simply let it be.

[dapperboiscout]

"A Love Called Icarus" June 9th, 2014 Vancouver Poetry Slam

Poet's hearts should come in glass boxes with warning signs.