In these narrow suburban corridors
we learn to breathe
in straight lines
and watch sunsets
through matchbox frames...
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Silly goosewilly things that make days turn into osmotic nights and vice versa. For most part, this is balderdash that only makes sense to me. May those of you who tread past and understand not a thing, rest in peace.
12 comments:
awesome awesome...cities are great, but so so limiting!!
i agree. nice pic.
So true!
fancy shoe boxes are hieghts of peoples aspirations!
"cannot see the sky from here" does not matter somehow.
nice illustration..... like the minimal colours......
we resemble cockroaches... and like them we live in the gutters of humanity... packed tighter than a sardine tin... I need space before I die of breathlessness... yes need spaaaaaceee..
all ur compositions r superb! I like "calling. oh hold. click. zzzz. " keep 'em coming!
Near-perfect visual and literary composition... this completely delights me, to read and to look at. Thanks for sharing it!
I'm with Coyote on this one. Delight.
i assume matches.jpg is your own. Beautiful. The colours are vibrant. You sketch better when yuo feel happy,. Keep the sadness at bay. Kill the sorrow. Ignite the fire. You'll rock. Trust me
Thank you!
Let's play the game again (shall we, David? :)
bpaevl
...But
Parenthesis
Aren't
EViL!
Certainly a masterpiece.
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