Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Janaina Medeiros
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Cosmic Funnies
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Product Placement
todays bird
hello vonnie
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Peter Solarz
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
AnasAbdin
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@thirstynation-blog
Capsul
curious
time is very thin
fast moving soft
through the fingers
who has changed
who ever stays the same
taking the good with the bad
i know i’m sort of defective
you take the liquid out of the language
and try to distill the meaning from it
poetry is impression of meaning
and fiction is truer than reality
i have changed
and i have stayed the same
i regret everything
yet i would change nothing
the first bird of the morning sings
i fear her still beating heart
i want to comfort my mother now
but all of the tubes and needles are in me too
it happens to rain all this week
and part of me worries that God might exist
i can hear in her voice a knowing tinge of terror
the dye in her veins is like ice in mine
i retreat into denial most hours
I hope, but never pray, that that morning will never come
Smolensk, 1960’s ☭
Opinion is like a pendulum and obeys the same law. If it goes past the centre of gravity on one side, it must go a like distance on the other; and it is only after a certain time that it finds the true point at which it can remain at rest.
Arthur Schopenauer
absent buoyed common details
everyone finds God happily
I joke kindly, lauding my naive opinion
personally, quiet reflection seems trite
until voyeurism's wild xenophobic yearning zeal
breaking up
more over i have concluded that you and i are no longer a thing
and before you object, i've been thinking about it lately
early in the morning when i have to scrape the frozen sun
out of my eyes and haul my bones into the sky like towers of rock
and - sorry i lost my train of thought
cotton
I like those forgotten habits
that remind you when you slip back into their
worn then neglected thinning sleeves
that each day we are slightly a different person
inventing ourselves as best we can comfortably
in acquaintance with any new and ignorant person
and in accordance with the likely restrictions
of what can be confirmed or denied by our friends
...who may or may not be likely to cross paths (less so knowingly)
the liberating truth that we can never feel comfortable in our own skin
because we are only ever leasing each circumstance
running from payment to payment and hoping never to be caught behind
dead painters
How does it ring out that all solemn cadence is a wroth vice. Columned and parted with godly hands that no romance can endure. No free mind unchained by godly columns, nigh God's mind. Tyrants hark on chaining godly columns, nigh God's mind. Children weep in chains, unborn tyrants hark on. Death; the shadow cast by life; the columns shattered. Some death an effigy of life, in the columns of other free minds. Some effigies to the life of tyrants. Some on crosses, others under them. No peace but death, the shadow of life and effigy to tyrants. The wroth vice of solemn cadence.
Stranger by Dr. Dog from Shame, Shame
Unlit Hallway by Sun Kil Moon from April
