we won't hide any longer.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Sunday, August 26, 2012
something flickered at the edges of conscious perception.
a hay bale.
a farm in the middle of the city.
the sound of the highway in the distant,
the very dimness of the lights.
rum and coke.
a polaroid picture. (a memoir flouting in my handbag)
a one night adventure.
something you can't recreate.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
these strange steps. trace us back.
strangely intrigued today.
a hippy mess with sweatpants on a dancefloor.
think your name is brennan/brenon/bronon.
couldn't really know.
thinking that you might be my adam.
its sunday today, the search buttons aint working baby,
might not find you again.
Monday, August 13, 2012
in search of the divine.
Listen closely, closely to the floor
Emitting all its graces through the ṗores
You’d make a fine shrine in me
You’ll build a fine shrine in me
*** images by sylwia makris Emitting all its graces through the ṗores
You’d make a fine shrine in me
You’ll build a fine shrine in me
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