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I miss sweat rolling down my collarbones in a tiny montreal apartment.
I miss full belly open heart laughing accidental kaleidoscope wonder.
I miss sunday morning open window wake up calls.
And the first time I climbed to the top of the mountain, alone.
working on a small accordion fold book called uncomfortable.
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How do I feel about you?
My answer: snoring, luxury dreaming, running from cliffs and bouncing,
naked in school and unlearning your legs into winglets,
chasing the devil and choking him out,
the Emerald City, the heartless, the unbrave,
the small, the brain-dead, witches and all,
welcoming us as royalty.
I love you in sleep.
All your records are in the wrong jackets.
Derrick c Brown -Banana Mandible (via strangelight)
Here is the story of one man with strange light
and tiny blisses.
a story of wild me
lost among wild you.
Derrick Brown (via fuckyeahderrickbrown)
Kelly Mark
Nothing Is So Important That It Needs to Be Made In Six Foot Neon, 2009
Neon & transformers, 6’ x 6’ x 2” approx(via Kelly Mark: Sculpture)
It reads:
Struck by the abstract nature of absence; yet it’s so painful, lacerating. Which allows me to understand abstraction somewhat better: it is absence and pain, the pain of absence—perhaps therefore love?
After his mother died, Barthes grappled with the complexities of grief, loss, and mourning by writing fragments on more than 300 index cards. The cards were eventually published as Mourning Diary.
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