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lights that last forever
the surface was sublime, you had to touch it to really connect with what I was trying to lay down it's all spilling out lately, she just called it spillage, and once said, not everything you say or think have to be seen or heard. think she could be right there is no doubt she fit the bill otherwise she would never have spoke lights that last forever into the slippery wetness, I watch the river soar by at times it slows unplanned untold tales of the river, like Painted Woods below the tree-line from the days remains like the deeds undone and what the eve will bring Daily DeviationGiven 2009-08-01Life on Mars by ~DocSonian. This experimental manually manipulated polaroid was actually suggested to me by two people. *Alexeiz, the first suggester, wrote, "I may be born in 1987, but I'm pretty sure that in the sixties and seventies, San Francisco indeed looked the way The Doc sees it on his Polaroids. A true master of unconventional photography (and everything else), his gallery is overflowing of psychedelic 'roids!" =SLPdomain also pointed me toward this really fascinating artist's gallery, and observed, "There are certain pieces that one comes across and they are confronted with a Visual seizure. This outstanding use of the artist imagination and skills in Polaroid manipulations is a fine example. Is it a painting, a photo, either satisfies the viewers attention. " (Suggested by *Alexeiz and Featured by ^opioid) |
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the last shot
in the wake of an eye
gone as fast as the blue passes to night
and the gates swing back
to their final resting place
shut tight
like the final final at closing time
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Stay sane... starve a shrink
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Arrive without travelling
See all without looking
Do all without doing
but I hear it can get cold
cats don't like cold
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the last shot
in the wake of an eye
gone as fast as the blue passes to night
and the gates swing back
to their final resting place
shut tight
like the final final at closing time
[link]
Your red planet is in dreamland
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it is always ourselves we find in the sea.--
Arrive without travelling
See all without looking
Do all without doing
life on mars works
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the last shot
in the wake of an eye
gone as fast as the blue passes to night
and the gates swing back
to their final resting place
shut tight
like the final final at closing time
[link]
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