Photographs. Sort of.

Tag: poem

  • then Came

    then Came

                            then Came but words nomore                   ∴

  • it sas low love

    it sas low love

    slummering flamingkling fladingles klipperan dribbleres druminpler an est thisening that dink                        mmmmmm flop cometh rinering runneren so droloth of blubbering fullnemess frothing with blopsun your petals flicker flittering flimsily in the breathering gush wind meu pup poo pooo pooooo it all is i am…

  • Protected: The Space Between

    Protected: The Space Between

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  • wander wiggle walk

    Where does all our time go.And after it, whence do we? And does it matter if what you’ve done is lasting, great or true. Aren’t all those relevant at grander scales as well? So must I ask – why did we begin, and how else to better be, than to be here and in Love.…

  • Protected: come un

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