guitar music

THAT MAKES TWO OF US

baby/space.

the result of what i thought.

A triumphant human-being Alone in the sky Awaits nothing Has no time Deeply rooted To the centre of rare-perception And the core of the Earth His pulse is magnetic No Suffering, No Source, No Cessation, No Path He’s barely a child Lacking a reason To stay or go

Poke-Rob

Boredom can do many different things to people, and this is a repercussion of such an experience.

Tarzan Jumps Off Cliff

a hitchcock blonde

You leaned into the window watching the sun set, mottled cloud and your legs reflected in the purple vase. They looked a little wider there, weirder in that argument of curves. A trick of the light. Nobody noticed, but that serious glance happened anyway. “It’s just everything.” But that’s how these problems get solved, running. [...]

A MASON JAR FULL OF STONES

the point of a poem is the explanation (the clearer picture) through the fog. and now I’m lost for words – I’m sinking spinning falling shaking. falling further

“Nice Makin’ Music With You” t.t.f.n.

this is a repost.. the video is now fully functioning. enjoy!

THE COFFEE IS JUST WATER DRESSED IN BROWN

Mom=Time+Collective

This will be my last post before a short hiatus which I will be taking immediately after I post this and concluding with a triumphant return to form after said short sabbatical.

You will wake up feeling refreshed in…

10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

And the winner is…

THE HYPNOTOAD!!!

and the paint gave us a headache…

push/button.

storm clouds clearing (or moving in)

y’all get clickin

Boy Dreams Family

G’night

peanutbutter/jelly-time.

the big fat God that makes me cry

click it! click it! oh god! the geometry!

old guy art

drew taylor: sean gadoury:

the tiny gods i love

please click my friend to meet the tiny gods i love. the first part of a two part series to be concluded tomorrow!

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