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ART, MUSIC, LOVE and FUN. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. Алекса ндр Миха йлович Ро дченко. FLY BELAJ - copenhagen return.
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Not New For Long: Underlining in books
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Not New For Long. It's more than four months old, but it's still worth reading. Thursday, April 16, 2015. Do you do it? Sometimes I take notes, sometimes I don't. It really doesn't matter, as I can't read my own handwriting half the time anyway. I am very much afraid that if we do Finnegan begin again, it will be as if for the first time, no matter how many incoherent notes I find written mysteriously in the margins. S photo of her brother's copy of the Wake. April 17, 2015 at 5:59 AM. I used to pick up ...
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The Blog of Innocence: Escape Into Chris - Father's Day Special
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Sunday, June 19, 2011. Escape Into Chris - Father's Day Special. June 20, 1993 – Father’s Day. Escape Into Chris - Father's Day Special. Posted by Blog of Innocence. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Previously, on the Blog of Innocence. We are attracted to the infinite. The theater is self-contained. I'm back at the beginning. Earlier today, it was the heat. When I'm at the library. After two days of steady rain,. A Chronicle of Essays and Meditations. With the Passage of Time. Taking off the Mask.
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Dark Silence In Suburbia: Eugenia Loli
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Dark Silence In Suburbia. Dark Silence In Suburbia. Sunday, September 15, 2013. There is Only the Now. For That Extra Color. Overly Sunbathed Woman with Map Hat. Math of Modern Couture. Triumph of the Spectacle. Eugenia is a filmmaker and a modern vintage collage artist. Before art took over her life, she was in the technology sector. Originally from Greece, lives now in California. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). There was an error in this gadget. Art lover, book lover, lover. But does it float.
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Dark Silence In Suburbia: Michael Carson
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Dark Silence In Suburbia. Dark Silence In Suburbia. Friday, September 27, 2013. Black Tie. Oil on panel, 40 x 30". Black Sands. Oil on panel, 48 x 36". Black Sheep. Oil on panel, 48 x 36". Solo Beach Girl. Oil on panel, 48 x 48". Gossip. Oil on panel, 36 x 36". Caught. Oil on canvas, 40 x 30". Let the Good Times Roll. Oil on canvas, 30 x 24". Evaluation. Oil on canvas, Oil on canvas, 24 x 30". Cabaret. Oil on canvas, 40 x 30". Waiting is the Hardest Part. Oil on panel, 48 x 48". View my complete profile.
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Not New For Long: The Moonshine War
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Not New For Long. It's more than four months old, but it's still worth reading. Saturday, April 25, 2015. If you're a fan of Justified. As I am, and have already made it through the series finale, you may be jonesing already for a bit more of Harlan County, Kentucky, and if you are, The Moonshine War. A little too fanatically. April 27, 2015 at 7:31 AM. Thanks for the heads up. This is a Leonard Ive not read. Ill have to get myself a copy. April 27, 2015 at 11:21 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Cinder blocks, cause they don't blow down. Idea #47 on how to fill out this page, because nothing seems right. It either seems too much or not enough. It seems egotistical or inauthentic. So for now, I’ll post a poem which I think speaks of ‘me’. Turn at Highway 258 truck stop, straight down. The gravel road to another Wal-Mart town. On that spot lived Queen Lula Mae, who wore. A crown of gray, lived in a 1957 Royal Mansion. Silver trailer, with a screened porch covered. Dirigible sightings, the Model-T.
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Not New For Long: Lots of fun at Finnegans Wake!
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Not New For Long. It's more than four months old, but it's still worth reading. Monday, May 4, 2015. Lots of fun at Finnegans Wake! For this as it's a fairly self selected crowd that would be interested. But it's the anniversary of the publication of the Wake, which happened May 4th, 1939, and there is a pretty big celebration going on at Waywords and Meansigns. Here's the email they sent me a day or two ago:. The moment has finally arrived. 31 hours, 8 minutes, 11 seconds. Finnegans Wake. Here's a bit m...
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The Block House
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Cinder blocks, cause they don't blow down. February 15, 2010. From → Posts. Larr; Previous Post. Next Post →. Leave one →. February 15, 2010 11:40 am. Lou I love this haiku and the pic relates perfectly:. Great use of sound as well as the visual. February 19, 2010 2:27 am. This makes me sigh. But geez that pier looks icy. Wouldn’t want to fall off that one. February 22, 2010 1:29 am. February 26, 2010 9:25 pm. Thanks everyone. I love this place. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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The Blog of Innocence: The theater is self-contained
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Saturday, June 5, 2010. The theater is self-contained. And then self-enclosing, like an oyster shell. Pink ribbons and flesh-colored brilliance. Reflecting on the inner wall,. Sudden darkness once the shell. Has closed. The origin of the world. May never be found, locked in a mass. Of tangled ropes, swaying with the tides,. A prisoner of our dreams, a captive. Of our senses, how can I nurture this life? Where you feel the pulse racing. Through a tiny muscle in your neck,. My own poor imprint on the world.
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