This little piggy stayed home

wen’t
one’s
won’t
we’bs

Daft Punk – Touch

Played 319 times.

cicada sais
moonshine ayes
`~` soluble lyes

the house settles around
the crook carved
into the body of the bed

late night story
book is red

Camera: AGFA DUOSCAN T2000XL

"there’s trouble in our nation’s capitol.
my blues are black. my belly’s full."

— Cass McCombs - A Comedian Is Someone Who Tells Jokes

lovelyarc:

Three policemen climb over a fence. I am dead. I am on the ground. I am pretty in a white dress. We live between getting up when someone is at the door, and not getting up when someone is at the door. A bed of sleepy women move like cats. On the other side of the fog, you are naked in a vat. You are a memory of mine being erased. So this is my death, not yours. Someone is at the door.

true counter
culture lies
beyond
b
order

exile or
executive order

calypt:

Wanda Koop

(Source: wandakoop.com)

Camera: Kodak P880 Zoom Digital Camera
Aperture: f/3.6
Exposure: 1/25th
Focal Length: 10mm

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a d   o
l                              av
l o r e

enter as you leave
after and before

Camera: Canon EOS 5D
Aperture: f/10
Exposure: 4"
Focal Length: 50mm

David, I Think I Love You, And Your Wife Is Cool.

kentiyadyree:

David, I think I love you, and your wife is cool.
I watched your wife on that tv show, and
she wasn’t terrible and that was okay.
David, I wonder if you would love me too?
I know you love your wife, but everyone
says I’m witty and sardonic and a bit “old school”
just like you. I heard you on the radio,
and you said something about oranges,
and I laughed because it was funny, and
my last name is “Orange” and we obviously
have a connection. Call me if you’re ever in The States.

     gun

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T R I

AD

what is this emptiness inside?
the national debt?

festival atmosphere drawn through cigarette
disappears into opposite of yet

return a god
bless you or render
theological debate

switchback road
scared straight

communion ignore
cord

joy strike deep

dignity,
sleep

share the occurrence of you

too fragile to hear echo of ideal
against tense glacier

spring flood out stature
sworn

comfortable, and warm

"I get letters sometimes,
They bought a plantation;
She weeds the tobacco,
He offends the nation."

— The Decemberists - “My Mother Was a Chinese Trapeze Artist”