July 2010
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in the last light of summer
the sound of some far off engine,
echoing in the hollow next door
the smell of static and damp moss
cloud tips like orange rind,
a glimpse of the doors of heaven
reflected like some seasick nightmare
my feet still on the ground
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Leonard Cohen // Suzanne
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“This was where I saw the river for the last time this morning, about here. I...”
– William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury
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please give me fall along with its music and colors and clothes
i enjoy aspects of all seasons
but fall is the best; warm apples with cinnamon and tea
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Beach House // Wedding Bell
great song great...
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The crickets and rust-beetles scuttled among the nettles of the sage thicket. ”Vámonos, amigos,” he whispered, and threw the busted leather flintcraw over the loose weave of the saddlecock. And they rode on in the friscalating dusklight.
FINGERS
crossed
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Ritchie Valens // Come On, Let’s Go
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worksof-mymind-deactivated20120 asked: Your photos are really interesting! Do you take them yourself? What kind of camera do you use?
teaandbump-its asked: I love your blog - a thing of beauty is a joy forever, or at least it's a joy until I have to close my browser and try to get work done. I guess my question for you is - are you really just one person with impeccable taste in art, music, and books? If not, I'd love to shake hands with the staff of coffee-drinking performance artists who are responsible for maintaining this terrific...
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Lawrence Arabia // The Beautiful Young Crew
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Anonymous asked: Where did you go to school?
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“He started up nervously from the stoneblock for he could no longer quench the...”
– James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
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