PICTURES of OTHER things: February 2010

'Like some industrial love of the great blue sky, as if every moment I am learning to cry.'

'Here I am, on some old Philadelphia Street. Without you, I am nowhere. With you, I can be everywhere at once, and all I want to be. Only private solace can my consolation be.'

'There, gone, gone, there. Today, tomorrow, tomorrow, today.'

'Of a dalliance both destitute and dire. We make amends to heal the features, but learn to love what we are actually living only too late.'

'Only a kind of ruination - passing for determination - lingers in these changing parts. Horrid remnants, old ideas....and (of course) the memories of all that once had been. Sorrow is the cloak.'

'No fake Messiah's going to be blowing through this quarter acre of Hell....and I say this with a dogged determination.'

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'My miserable fortune is this. To be unsure, amidst all this certainty, of things that are to be, from what?'

'I was at the Stegosaurus Brothers Steamless Hull Factory. It was all as white as a cake, and as bland as an angel, with no one in charge. I noticed they bookmarked my apocalypse.'

'Madman Plunkett was a jewel thief.'

'How to aim higher, how to aim right? The gloss on the matter was wearing me thin. Everything had me in its hold.'

'I have never seen such a sight as this. I am beguiled by color and age.'

'Only a heart, with the mystery gleaming, can open up to light such as this.'

'Where I was standing was a faraway shot, not close to nothing, nowhere. Yet, I stayed as I saw you coming.'

'Oh child-man, your strange rigor-mortis means you shall never have to die.'

'I felt I was dreaming a colored psychedelia, of foodstuffs on an open table, being eaten by flaming idiots with their heads all afire.'

'Only the gentle light of a life all its own.'

'These wild, intrepid roots shall entwine you, squeeze you and wrap you like the very hands of Death itself...and there shall be no release once you are within this grasp.'

'Winding man, oh winding man, come out of your cloth, come out of your cape, release your bonds, arise with me!'

'Remnants and semblances - all those parts of my life that live on, pasted and posted, strewn about. We live such splattered moments both once and for all times.'

'Once we come to where you are, you will understand who we are.'

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'Sit me still in this time of my life. Quiet accolades, constantly running.'

'I will anounce to you once - that all things are certain, but momentary. That nothing lasts, for nothing is. That all essential modes always are, and always have been. Fear nothing, think not; merely go on your way.'

'Who are we, what is this? At this level, neither brawn nor balls will bring us anywhere; for the conflict is actually over control. We are out of that picture for sure.'

'I have told you what I am. I am a weaver of tales, I present you with a story. I am, after all, a tailor. These doors never close.'

'Whitmere, oh malcontent, these subtle and supple shadings of gray are not mine at all. What have you done?'

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