I've had some brilliant things to say about some worthy subjects, but I did not log on and now I've forgotten them. The new house and work seem to absorb all my time. So it goes.
I would guess that it is in the nature of art that we are always hiding something, obscuring, composing. We obscure and expose selectively and finally it appears that we have done some magic by misdirecting the eye or the ear until we reveal and when we reveal on a good day we reveal as if the landscape has never before been seen or touched,...
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Ashes to ashes we all fall down.
in a quiet mind a tree is simply a tree and this precedes the noisome analytics of perception... we will never be able to talk successfully about the tree while we may talk about talking about a tree until our mouths grow numb... our valuations of an oak will leave us only a splinter concept of a tree and no shade.
Suicide hostess death's recruiter
Life is cute but you are cuter
Praise my pecker purple daughter
All it ever pissed is sky blue water
Life is cute but you are cuter
Praise my pecker purple daughter
All it ever pissed is sky blue water
If there were two brothers, twins, and one pursued the "good life" and the other the " wages of sin" and regardless of this they both died on the same day. What would it matter how they had lived, once they had died?
mervin:
A man's life makes a wake, and though it may not matter to him how he passes, his passage stirs his whole world around him. It matters.
Mean People Still Suck.
Sweatheart Like You Bob Dylan
Well, the pressure's down, the boss ain't here,
He gone North, he ain't around,
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here after sundown.
By the way, that's a cute hat,
And that smile's so hard to resist
But what's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
You know, I once...
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Well, the pressure's down, the boss ain't here,
He gone North, he ain't around,
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here after sundown.
By the way, that's a cute hat,
And that smile's so hard to resist
But what's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
You know, I once...
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If at first ...
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
I remember black, I remember when the only color I would wear when I went out at night was black and when I went out a night I was surrounded by people in black. We listened to dark heavy music, melodic, metallic, brittle, icy, icy-hot, all flavours of dark and heavy. At nighttime in the street we are all shadows, harlequin shadows in black and...
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