The Yoga Pants and Prayer Flags Were Nice
A Reblog of my own words. Because it’s: Narcissistic Saturday!
went to the artists studio tour
not one studio
not three artists
tried…
to reminded me of
not one environmental disaster
not three wars
went to the artists studio tour
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Trouble with the Trees
Know Meaning
words fail me.
no two words could describe you.
four words,
maybe six at best
are needed to capture your essence, your being, your soul, your…
je ne sais quoi
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Abridging Mario Savio
Upon awakening to the news that ‘Mini Me’ (aka Verne Troyer) had been searched by the Glorious TSA for North Korean missiles and or any banned books such as Captain Underpants…I realized that the operation of the machine had becomes so odious, and made me so sick at heart, that I could take part! I could easily and passively take part! And I had to put my body upon the gears and upon the wheels…upon the levers, upon all the apparatus of the Game of Thrones and I didn’t have to actually make anything stop! And I have to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless I’m free to shop again, the machine will be protected from non-voters who might want to keep it from working at all!
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The Vigilant Lens 