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There Are Lots of Rusty Barns in Iceland
Posted on March 9, 2010 by om
photo courtesy of emma smith or jesse black. we are unsure. it’s in high-res though!
click for ultimate rusty appreciation.
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Set ‘Em Wild
Posted on March 6, 2010 by om
click for hi-res.
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Forever Ago
Posted on February 24, 2010 by om
Swimming in vast open seas, through space, noise & time
I find myself afloat, without struggle
As if all laws do not apply
A moment, is a day, is forever
Ten thousand pebbles,
their ripples all collide
Perfect waves & patterns
Like star-fields in the sky
And here am I; here are we.
The ocean seems so deep to us, but it’s nothing,
Compared to [...]
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cold is nonexistent.
Posted on February 18, 2010 by om
click for hi-res.
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heat exists.
Posted on February 18, 2010 by om
click for hi-res.
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Gladys
Posted on February 16, 2010 by om
It is not easy being here.
I was actually doing this so innocently.
You could ask me anything.
Our world is made up of many struggles and hardships.
Life carries on and is actually a vicious cycle.
I will do my time and face the world with total boldness.
Hope you are doing okay?
The heat is kind of unbearable;
the Sun Shines [...]
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i’ll cook you an oat-meal again, sometime..
Posted on January 18, 2010 by om
Dear garbage juice,
Sometimes we ate a lot of oat-meals together.
It makes me happy to think that you took record of this one. This is a very Blountesque photograph. Thought I’d share it. Way to go, dude!
(Be sure to click-the-art for High-Res!)
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my laugh is partly yours..
Posted on January 5, 2010 by om
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~It’s a good life~
Posted on January 4, 2010 by om
Hysterical, like a wino in the early stages of being locked in a stream-room, he came barrelling down in attempt to stagger over the bath-tub half-wall mid-way through a lengthy, sweaty, sticky shower experience. “Has my last ounce of sanity finally & truly run down the drain?” he questioned to himself very seriously, for his [...]
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…and in one sample of the universe they found:
Posted on January 1, 2010 by om
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yum yum.
Posted on December 23, 2009 by om
For a Moment
I desired but an apple,
Perfection,
Beauty at it’s finest.
I craved for it
’s sweet, crunchy juice,
like a trap craves mice.
The nutrients,
of course,
Make my Brain Hungry.
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Still lost in that moment..
Posted on December 15, 2009 by om
Upon the roof-top
Under the moon-light
This blustery night
Hearing the snow-fall
On the streets below
Suburbia is quiet
This morsel of time
I have decided
Has meaning
Briefly aware of a global conciousness
I sense a human state of unaroused
Candles flicker in the soft breeze
As a lonely sadness sweeps the globe
I tire at the thought of thinking
There’s no use for guilt now
I feel happy.
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Forever lost in a moment..
Posted on December 15, 2009 by om
click on the art.
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every precious human being.
Posted on November 28, 2009 by om
Her soft satin belly, like a tiny ocean, sways
With each breath comes a mighty tiny rumble
Inside her rugged, comfortable, mobile cage,
She sleeps
Like just a solid chunk of temporary flesh
This improbable, natural machine, after all,
Seems to “feel”
Maybe “I” should “care”
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I remember, I do.
Posted on November 22, 2009 by om
The memory was of the earliest days
Brief but radiant freedom
Not only in a spirit of religious ecstasy
But also in search of my own distinctive roots
Peculiar nostalgia
Strong enough to prevent any sense of finality or permanence
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up in the sky on a cloudy day, somehow,
Posted on November 21, 2009 by om
…and he conquered that town with just the Earth in his head
conceived the rusty old man on mashed-potato Mountain
before it was clear to him,
that in the Mountains,
the Future lies.
for the very Information
that is buried inside
will eventually escape
if we don’t turn it into Noise fast enough…
do we have any CONTROL?
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after a dip in the ocean…
Posted on October 25, 2009 by om
Sharing a long, intimate burn between our lungs,
In a small room with a comfortable mattress
Staring gazingly into the warmest part of your mind
Hypnotized
I think we’re making love.
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