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Butterfly. American Natural history Museum. NYC. March 2013.
she comes from somewhere - Charles BUKOWSKI
probably from the belly button or from the shoe under the bed, or maybe from the mouth of the shark or from the car crash on the avenue that leaves blood and memories scattered on the grass. she comes from love gone wrong under an asphalt moon. she comes from screams stuffed with cotton. she comes from hands without arms and arms without bodies and bodies without hearts. she comes out of cannons and shotguns and old victrolas. she comes from parasites with blue eyes and soft voices. she comes out from under the organ like a roach. she keeps coming. she’s inside of sardine cans and letters. she’s under your fingernails pressing blue and flat. she’s the signpost on the barricade smeared in brown. she’s the toy soldiers inside your head poking their lead bayonets. she’s the first kiss and the last kiss and the dog’s guts spilling like a river. she comes from somewhere and she never stops coming.
me, and that old woman: sorrow.
First try
there's no one to call cause I'm just playing games with them all.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBH_OBNbyuc
Train, my very own daydreaming location
Lace
Old pic revisited
Belfast morning
it was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
Come on summer
On the way back
Bonjour Tristesse
A very sweet goodbye
Blending in
La noyée
Smoke and mirrors
Smoke and mirror
Comprenne qui voudra
Dentelle
Dentelle
London
Feast
Rouge
Narcissus interrupted
City-Girl
Paris c'est magique.
Une dame, Paris
The art of accidentally swallowing a petal
Cambridge
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