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Blood, The Middle East

1) Never have tequila on a weeknight. No, not even one.

2) Cheap clingwrap is God’s punishment for not buying more sustainable storage.

3) Aims can be achieved by gumption, the sheer force of will against the whole of reality;

or by sheer force of developing wisdom changing your reality in the tumultuous course.

And  sometimes, most times, fighting against the whole world is easier than opening your eyes to see to see what your really fighting for.

Nomada, Nosowska

Echo, Julia Marcell

Sometimes I get the feeling that my brain knows something I don’t know.

writing on napkins

the smell of cigerettes

listening to people like songs

free of influences - like artists - pure ones

think of a question that is so individual that nobody’s answer but yours will be the answer.

Life’s endearing details

finches, nonverbal communication, sharp pencils

candles with reason and symbolism

Life is full

of start, now

we are here and

all ours places, now, ever, then, we

are

is

am

a statement

of strummed

plumbed

soul-age, soulage, yes here now, yes we we we

Look at them whispering - a covert lusty ffection none-gone

The pitter-patter of rain drops on a plastic umbrella

summer nights - “mid-summer night dream”

red & indigo

solace, solitude

written on a napkin at a cafe concert. With Cassie.

The golden eve is all astir,
And tides of sunset flood on us
— Incredible, miraculous —
We look with adoration on
Beauty coming, beauty gone,
That waits not any looking on.

Thoughts will bubble up, and break,
Spilling a sea, a limpid lake,
Into the soul; and, as they go
— Lightning visitors! we know
A lattice opened, and the mind
Poised for all that is behind
The lattice, and the poising mind.

Could the memory but hold!
— All the sunsets, flushed with gold,
Are streaming in it!

All the store
Of all that ever was before
Is teeming in it!

All the wit
Of holy living, holy writ,

Waiting till we remember it,
Is dreaming in it!