Saturday, February 28, 2009

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

home stretch



He went up under the gray leaves
All gray and lost in the olive lands
And laid his forehead, gray with dust,
Deep in the dustiness of his hot hands.
After everything this. And this was the end.

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Today a woman stopped me on the street: "Niiiice feathers."

Monday, February 23, 2009

this girl is cool



http://www.dropsnap.jp/

Can't read my
Can't read my
No he can't read my poker face
(She's got to love nobody)

Saturday, February 21, 2009

take me wandering through these streets where bright lights and angels meet


I hear in my mind all of these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind all of this music

Friday, February 20, 2009

feather necklace




commissioned for $7.

I know you hear me catch your breath
But I'm not listening for the right words anymore
I'll take what's left
You're vicious like the blue sky
Right before the rain comes pouring through
Tell me does he look like me at all
Cause they're all an awful lot like you

large image, no need to shrink to a measly 500 pixels now



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