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Disclaimer: This is not an endorsement of any kind, merely pointing out some rather odd product or marketing ploy. If it was an endorsement, I would recommend that you ignore this post altogether, which will most likely be the case anyway.
Also of note: this coffee is traded by fairies.
Filed under: Mind, Poems, Robert Fripp, Words, sounds | Tags: consumerism, dark matter, death, gravity, King Crimson, memory, Mental Health, night, Pain, portrait, Solar System, trophallaxis, Uncategorized, Words
Filed under: Images, Uncategorized | Tags: art, digital imagery, painting, portrait, poster, Uncategorized
blueangelswirl
Filed under: Images, Uncategorized | Tags: digital imagery, flamingo, photography, portrait, poster, Uncategorized
a branch that falls lightly
dislodged by a brush of April
pine needles
broken limbs
the treasure of health
and acute disorientation
a wildflower
held in the hand
determined
from the ground up
this day
that has ever passed
receding into
it’s own shadow
Filed under: Images, Uncategorized | Tags: Catman Scrothers, digital imagery, painting, portrait, Uncategorized
portrait of Catman Scrothers
Filed under: Images, Uncategorized | Tags: Charlie Brown, lost in the supermarket, photo, photography, poster, Robot Snowmen, spirits, Uncategorized
Is that an evil Charlie Brown chasing the Robot Snowmen?
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Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: rant, rewind, The Three Stooges, Uncategorized
OK, now this is real important. I mean, I had a hard time when they replaced Curley with Joe Morita. But Jim Carrey? Benicio del Toro with a Brooklyn accent? Sean Penn with a wig? Is nothing sacred? Will it help to write my congressman?
riding flamingos to the moon
my joy is momentary
we asphyxiate in the vacuum of space
what ever made me think that this was possible?
an abiding faith in the benevolence of the universe?
I don’t often go out on a limb
but I find myself there more often than not
a fateful paradox…
assuming we were ever on a similar wavelength
which I know now seems unfathomable
now that I have scared you up in your tree
and you can only gesture in rote semaphore
as we sometimes do
the tunes of desperate but deliberate survival
and from within the comfort of living rooms
that long dreaded feeling of safety emerges
