June 30, 2012
June 28, 2012
In God We Trust
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(Here and Now).
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In God We Tru$$
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(Here and Now).
June 26, 2012
June 25, 2012
June 24, 2012
The kid next door drowned in a bucket
near the night-made moonshine in the backyard.
(and)
while boys lapped wine out of dog bowls in the kitchen,
girls tied twine around their tawny hair.
Jane, in the bathroom (with the golden knob turned),
stood: white
fingers around corded neck
strangling herself;
while studying pores in the gilded mirror.
near the night-made moonshine in the backyard.
(and)
while boys lapped wine out of dog bowls in the kitchen,
girls tied twine around their tawny hair.
Jane, in the bathroom (with the golden knob turned),
stood: white
fingers around corded neck
strangling herself;
while studying pores in the gilded mirror.
June 22, 2012
June 21, 2012
June 20, 2012
June 19, 2012
June 18, 2012
June 17, 2012
Outfit of the Day.
I had a lovely day today, celebrating my sweet father and seeing an old friend bound for South Africa tomorrow. I hope you are all doing well!
(JCrew VintageCotton Tank and belt, Loft cropped pants,
mum's cardigan).
June 16, 2012
J.
I have these dreams
where you're standing by the side of my bed
laughing about the sex tapes all the kids
downtown say you make,
and I'm still wearing my retainer.
where you're standing by the side of my bed
laughing about the sex tapes all the kids
downtown say you make,
and I'm still wearing my retainer.
June 15, 2012
June 14, 2012
June 13, 2012
June 12, 2012
June 11, 2012
June 10, 2012
June 8, 2012
The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68,
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday.
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe.
You laugh, he said you think you're immune, go look at your eyes
They're full of moon.
You like kisses and roses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies.
Joni Mitchell
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday.
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe.
You laugh, he said you think you're immune, go look at your eyes
They're full of moon.
You like kisses and roses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies.
Joni Mitchell
June 7, 2012
June 5, 2012
June 4, 2012
June 3, 2012
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