1. If only I by Jose Pablo Anleu on Flickr.

    If only I by Jose Pablo Anleu on Flickr.

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  2. Starting with an improvisation, the singer takes you to childhood and pain.
    the singer sings the thoughts of the unhappy child. and tries, through music,
    to sooth his, the child’s, real and imagined hurts.

    from LITTLE EYES, DeStijl Recs. destijlrecs.com/askew.html

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  3. dreamersbymichael:

Mats for Dreamers by Michael Descendre

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    Mats for Dreamers by Michael Descendre

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  4.                                 CASSA VERDE
     
    …and children played among the stones in the old church yard in San Antonio.
    and i swore by the holy mother.. i would  go, i would  go to Cassa Verde.

    the sun beat down on me
    and the men were mending there nets
    in my mouth was the taste of salt
    and that sweet face was my only thought

    and  i went down to the Gulf of Mexico.. when the fleet  was going out to sea.  
    as i rode i could see the ocean and that  place called Cassa Verde ..  

    —it was then in the time of harvest / when a beautiful  boy  riding a palomino
    said senor can you tell me please / the way  Cassa Verde.  

    the sun beat down on me
    and the men were mending there nets
    in my mouth was the taste of salt
    and that sweet face was my only thought

    —it was then in the time of harvest / when a beautiful  boy  riding a palomino
    said senior can you tell me please / the way  Cassa Verde.  

    the sun beat down on me
    and the men were mending there nets
    in my mouth was the taste of salt
    and that hansom face was my only thought

    so  i went down to the Gulf of Mexico.. when the fleet  was going out to sea.  as i rode i could see the ocean  and that  place called Cassa Verde ..   

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  5. (via stymestash)

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  6. (via stymestash)

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  7. inneroptics: Roger Ballen

 

    inneroptics: Roger Ballen

     

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  8. inneroptics:

L. Moholy-Nagy - Lucia Moholy, 1925

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    L. Moholy-Nagy - Lucia Moholy, 1925

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  10. CALDER

    CALDER

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  11. extra0rd1nary-belleza:

rawbeautyexpress:

My New Roommate !!!! Envy Me !!!!http://rawbeautyexpress.tumblr.com/

Ford 

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    rawbeautyexpress:

    My New Roommate !!!! Envy Me !!!!http://rawbeautyexpress.tumblr.com/

    Ford 

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  12. (via the-tube-socks-generation)

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  13. morghan-watson:

parttimewoman:

morghan-watson:

Victoria pride!!!

Autism!

?? Wut^^

    morghan-watson:

    parttimewoman:

    morghan-watson:

    Victoria pride!!!

    Autism!

    ?? Wut^^

    (via the-tube-socks-generation)

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  14. 20th Century

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  15. We were walking down a long avenue littered with palm branches. Suddenly the air was full of robins thousands of them settling in the ruined gardens perching on the empty houses splashing in bird baths full of rain water. A boy on a red bicycle flashed past. He made a wide U-turn and pulled in to the curb beside us. He was naked except for a jockstrap, belt and flexible black shoes his flesh red as terra cotta smooth poreless skin tight over the cheekbones deep-set black eyes and a casque of black hair. At his belt was an eighteen-inch bowie knife with knuckle-duster handle. He said no word of greeting. He sat there one foot on the curb looking at Dib. His ears which stuck out from the head trembled slightly and his eyes glistened. He licked his lips and said one word in a language unknown to me. The Dib nodded matter of factly. He turned to me. “He very hot. Been riding three days. Fuck now talk later.”
    William Burroughs “the Wild Boys

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