December 2010
39 posts
Model: Natalie Suarez @ Photogenics / natalieoffduty.com Song: Memoryhouse - When You Sleep
its ours by Charles Bukowski
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather while say flopping on a bed thinking of nothing or say pouring a glass of water from the spigot while entranced by nothing
that gentle pure space
it’s worth
centuries of existence
say
just to scratch your neck while looking out the window at a bare branch
that space there before they get...
Velvet Underground
You’re written in her book You’re number 37, have a look She’s going to smile to make you frown, what a clown Little boy, she’s from the street Before you start, you’re already beat She’s gonna play you for a fool, yes it’s true ‘Cause everybody knows, She’s a femme fatale.
I SPEAK OF LOVE THAT COMES TO MIND: THE MOON IS...
when i wake in the morning its your face i want to...
have you ever thought about what protects our hearts? just a cage of rib bones...
wednes-diy →
Ice water, rain water, snow water, breath water
“This alive entity often perceived as an innate common thing, makes us wonder why it is one of the most unknown natural substances by the science… possibly delivered to the planet by icy comets, during the cosmic cataclysm in which time and space began.”
I opened my eyes And looked up at the rain, And it dripped in my head And flowed into my brain, And all that I hear as I lie in my bed...
My word’s aren’t well-acclimated, they wouldn’t survive. They turn into yes...