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pierce this Great Eye

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

haven't farmed flickr for a whil

scarymansion.

moonrat

send us a prayer, send us an angel.

yves st. laurent? gotta be. look at the style of his etchings.

rotting is the way of the world. everything eventually falls apart.

love nothing.

how do you anyone is good.

Your time will come.

it’s all the damn same.

soviet kitsch

the future.

i think this is one of those pics where you put on those cheap red & cyan glasses and see in 3D. i once had a dream i was on the gynecologist’s table and i had my period and only squishy red blood pellets came out, in this shape and size. i took one in my hand, squeezed it, and it popped and squirted, and cried. “you look like a fool with those buns. stick a fork in those buns. soft-baked buns of awesomeness.” then i started eating them as if they were corn pops. i once had a dream when i was very young, that i was wearing a toga and running, lost, in the hanging gardens of babylon. i saw two or three other people there, also wearing togas, and running into the stubby midget palm trees, yelling, “Run, Run!! The Minotaur is upon us!” At least we had those cool, strappy leather roman-style sandals. in my leather sachet there were rice crackers baked and popped using palm oil, and lightly salted. I thought it was quite odd, what does Crete have to do with Babylon.

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