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The Art of Hiroshi Yoshida
Hiroshi Yoshida was a 20th-century Japanese painter and woodblock printmaker. He is regarded as one of the greatest artists of the shin-hanga style, and is noted especially for his excellent landscape prints. Yoshida travelled widely, and was particularly known for his images of non-Japanese subjects done in traditional Japanese woodblock style.
Open all your doors and windows, Let the lightning in your house I have been seeing your cold face Ever since my blood went south Take a long ride to Chicago, Steal some wind to stir my bones Throw my soul into the great lake, Make a lighter trip back home. You had sharpened all your teeth, Painted your fingers black and blue When Ishtar's yellow smile broke my knees, I blamed it on you. I've been tearing down the paintings That portrayed you in a field All of my wounds have reopened, If any of them had healed. But I was wrong, I was wrong, I know. Thank God, I can rest again. I think I have been receding Into ever-thinning air You insist that love is here If it was ever anywhere Felt the devil in my pillow, Somehow thought that it was you He convinced me of your sorrow, I really thought that that was true.
I’m nailing coffins that should have never been opened.
You make me feel like God Even when I’m down below.
The time when the house you grew up in is referred to as “your parents house” again. And soon you’ll find, you wont be back to visit the house for the summer time, you'll be all moved on.
And the block that you made your friends on is now just another street. And the cul de sac where you learned to ride a bike is now another inconvenient street.
The time when the house you grew up in becomes your own because people come and go.
And if I do everything that I should When do I do nothing at all?
It only gets better
Reasons I support OKC.
no your honor I absolutely can make my case like an adult. first things first, fuck the defendant and fuck his family too. secondly,
Studying laws I don’t particularly agree with,
To give back to a society I don’t particularly like,
Arguing my views with stupid morons,
Won’t make me wanna stop riding my bike,
But if it’s just a competition to kill brain cells,
Then I guess we’re gonna be alright,
Smash my head into a coffee table,
I thought that cocaine made you high?
We know more than any socialist,
Could ever force on us,
And there’s nothing I’d rather do,
Than just tag along to their stupid, fucking rallies with you,
Learning facts about a world,
That we’ve got no power to change,
But if society’s gone to the dogs,
We can just live estranged…
My Heart To Joy - Giving My Hands Away
the light has almost burned out we will fill these four walls our clothes cover the floor play the stereo loud all to our favorite songs you lean over and I lean back I can only see those eyes even when I close mine.
Empire! Empire! (I Was A Lonely Estate) - An Idea Is A Greater Monument Than A Cathedral
and already i can’t remember the heart was ever aware that the body it kept alive was wearing out, was shutting down. and tonight, when it realized, you gave up, it cried out, “only now, i realize i always knew.”
Rescued streets dogs retrieve balls during tennis tournament - Full video
That winter you said you hated your body, but when spring came, you’d learned how to speak, and you moved out west to watch the ocean eat the coast away.
all dogs - “leading me back to you”
i can try not to think about you but when i’m in my room you are the light coming through the window whether or not i want it to
Tokyo bringing the goods.
