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my brother Jess's most recent water-tower mural project

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My childhood was elegant homes, tree lined streets, the milkman,
building backyard forts, droning airplanes, blue skies,
picket fences, green grass, cherry trees.
Middle America as it's supposed to be.
But on the cherry tree there's this pitch oozing out-
some black, some yellow and millions of red ants crawling all over it.
I discovered that if one looks a little closer at this beautiful world,
there are always red ants underneath.

David Lynch

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the sky is grey

(& perfect)

ps. Go. 

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(( sigh ))

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pinion burns

(perhaps the most perfect scent)

and,

w e

m o v e

f o r w a r d

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reflecting the mind

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today.

ps. one more thing

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life is a ridiculous mystical circus dreamgasm of joyful futility

(Mark Morford, "The Great Impending OMG of 2011")

Ps.

Blue Valentine

beautiful

raw

poignant

(go now)

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finally

spent a couple bucks

on a few bottles

to round out the collection

to make one of my

favorite

drinks.

for a minute, i feel like i'm

in the 50s

wearing Sophie's grandmother's high-waisted skirt,

i just came home from work, walked into the kitchen

to find the record player

at last assembled with its new amp.

made myself a corpse reviver

and smiled.


ps. it's COMING.