PICTURES of OTHER things: May 2007

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

'Only in fleeting things do I mark the moments of time and all its energies...'

'I too was once a nativist, though I had no nativist intent.'

'I might have done everything. I may have shown it all in some chemist's window on the side street of Hell, right near where the river turns to mud and the old boats come to rest. Whether I did or not, there's no longer any choice nor explanation.'

'In actuality, I remember everything. I remember it all.'

'I am sorrowful for the sadness and sad over the sorrow, yet, nonetheless, there things are and there they stay (for the ages, perhaps, to judge).'

'The plodding, hard-baked substances of thought - alike to bricks - sometimes set in, harden, dry and become a quite unmoveable portion within thier own mortars.'

Sunday, May 27, 2007

'Under a hundred thousand stars and stripes, beneath a million good intentions, still nothing made any sense at all - we were past the point of no return.'

Saturday, May 26, 2007

'I broke my own heart just thinking about it all.'

'Some old salamander of intent amidst a broken garden from another day - I still sensed the place and the time.'

Saturday, May 19, 2007

'Of Kings and Queens and a million things.'

Friday, May 18, 2007

'A constabulary of furious aces.'

'Five miles of tortured trees, and someone did them over.'

'Oh grave, grave, grave. The news is so bleak!'

'Twas the long walk from Lancashire which did us in.'

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

'Particulate matter that falls from the sky - it never meant nothing and neither did I. (Thus, I stand alone still).'

'Yes! I am ready for my new geometry of mind.'

'Paranormal experience? Like this? There's nothing to it. Big dangerous men with empty minds.'

Saturday, May 12, 2007

'It was something the Watchman said to his daughter.'

'I saved your hands from breaking. And didn't I save your heart from being ripped in two?'

'His idea of fun was of the grace of an oasis.'

'Elongated arguments, endless circles of opinion - I knew these guys from somewhere; idle all the time.'

'Amaranth and the other stuff, piled away like artifacts of ruination, threadbare evidences of what we once were.'

Friday, May 11, 2007

'Couldn't leave well enough alone - as it seemed.'

Sunday, May 06, 2007

'The treasured harness by which we corrall all things - it seemed to have loosened. The great horse appeared to be bowing, in a submission to a visitor unseen.'

'The doors were locked - set apart and sealed like Heaven.'

PICTURES of OTHER things

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Saturday, May 26, 2007

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Friday, May 18, 2007

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Friday, May 11, 2007

Sunday, May 06, 2007

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