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this week:
- fascination with children's games like treasure hunts, obstacle courses and time capsules
- whole christmas trees burning in seconds at the foot of a lake. the left over chicken bones- thin, pitch black and frail as charcoal skeletons in a novice sketchbook- embers resting on the emaciated frame like the sole survivors and quiet eggs of disillusionment. beautiful.
- the inexplicable and intriguing musical relationships between a man, his sheep and a collie
- sitting in this chair long enough to notice that the perfect florida palm trees outside my window are wilting. the leaves transformed from ripe, green and lustful to the fried and mangled curls of a head treated with too much bleach.
- cold bones and a scratchy throat
- wondering why love is so shy and mistrusting and always trying to trick itself
- the ash of dead heroes and the tempered sparkle of new ones
- exploring a uniquely innocent smile on a friend at the bottom of each fanatical explosion of laughter like a paper boat in the atlantic
- excrement pulp trapped in the walls and the smell emerging like death through the temperature cool vents
- watching the quiet killing of a white mouse in the scarf shaped strangle of a snake
- donny miller
- jeremyville
- personalized pie crust bears with peanut butter tummies, pecan hats, frightful love eyes, coconut hearts, red sugar boots and chocolate chip noses
- praying for patience
- fascination with children's games like treasure hunts, obstacle courses and time capsules
- whole christmas trees burning in seconds at the foot of a lake. the left over chicken bones- thin, pitch black and frail as charcoal skeletons in a novice sketchbook- embers resting on the emaciated frame like the sole survivors and quiet eggs of disillusionment. beautiful.
- the inexplicable and intriguing musical relationships between a man, his sheep and a collie
- sitting in this chair long enough to notice that the perfect florida palm trees outside my window are wilting. the leaves transformed from ripe, green and lustful to the fried and mangled curls of a head treated with too much bleach.
- cold bones and a scratchy throat
- wondering why love is so shy and mistrusting and always trying to trick itself
- the ash of dead heroes and the tempered sparkle of new ones
- exploring a uniquely innocent smile on a friend at the bottom of each fanatical explosion of laughter like a paper boat in the atlantic
- excrement pulp trapped in the walls and the smell emerging like death through the temperature cool vents
- watching the quiet killing of a white mouse in the scarf shaped strangle of a snake
- donny miller
- jeremyville
- personalized pie crust bears with peanut butter tummies, pecan hats, frightful love eyes, coconut hearts, red sugar boots and chocolate chip noses
- praying for patience