Aiming and it sunk and we were drunk and we had fleshed it out
Nose up in the globes, you never know if you are passing out
No it wasn't maiden-up, the falling or the faded luck
Hung up in the ivory, both were climbing for a finer cause
Love can hardly leave the room
With your heart
Thursday, June 23, 2011
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stress and nature
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Intuition
"When your intuitive sense overwhelms your critical voice, you have to give in."
- Cory Arcangel
from The New Yorker "Futurism: Cory Arcangel's technological games." May 30, 2011
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