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Dusk

“Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.” ― Jack Kerouac

A r t l e s s n e s s

"Love has wisdom enough to live unrestrained, and it is to whom and what she frees herself from that determines how well the integrity of her simplicity is spent." ~ LmL

Mockingbird Milk

“When the young woman leans over the sky, about to water the flowers as well as the weeds, her white front splits open until her milk runs.” ― Gunter Grass

Spirit Waters

“One that would have the fruit must climb the tree.” ― Thomas Fuller

Breaking Plates

"Somebody once asked me if I ever went up to the plate trying to hit a home run. I said, 'Sure, every time." ~ MIckey Mantle

W A X

“The way humans hunt for parking and the way animals hunt for food are not as different as you might think.” ― Tom Vanderbilt

卄卂尺ᐯ乇丂ㄒ饗宴 千乇卂丂ㄒ

“It must be something voluntary, something self induced - like getting drunk, or talking yourself into believing some piece of foolishness because it happens to be in the Scriptures. And then look at their idea of what's normal. Believe it or not, a normal human being is one who can have an orgasm and is adjusted to society. It's unimaginable! No question about what you do with your orgasms. No question about the quality of your feelings and thoughts and perceptions. And then what about the society you're supposed to be adjusted to? Is it a mad society or a sane one? And even if it's pretty sane, is it right that anybody should be completely adjusted to it?” ― Aldous Huxley

στατική Ελευθερία

"Αφήστε να μην υπάρχει στατική στα κανάλια της καρδιάς σας. Αφήστε την αγάπη σας να ρέει ελεύθερα ...." — Jeri Nicoli

H A N D M A D E

“One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.” ― Dejan Stojanovic

The Shadows of Set Design

“I was reading about animals a while back and there was this motherfucking scientist in France back in the thirties or forties or whenever the motherfuck it was and he was trying to get apes to draw these pictures, to make art pictures like the kinds of pictures in serious motherfucking paintings that you see in museums and shit. So the scientist keeps showing the apes these paintings and giving them charcoal pencils to draw with and then one day one of the apes finally draws something but it’s not the art pictures that it draws. What it draws is the bars of its own motherfucking cage. Its own motherfucking cage! Man, that's the truth, ain't it?” ― Cheryl Strayed

Uprooting 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙮

“In hospitals, illness is allowed the freedom to wander antiseptic halls naked and wearing a countenance of pain without question. Although not stated verbally, it is understood that healing walks among crowds but happens only within the individual. We don’t ask those plainly naked and hurting to feign wellness, yet we look upon those clothed and who carry joyful expression, as if exempted from nakedness and pain. The eyes are not equipped to see the automatic wisdom of the body, and the body is not equipped to heal the ignorance that lives in the eyes." ~ Jen e. Limon

Reversing Stone Age Hunger

“One-third to one-half of humanity are said to go to bed hungry every night. In the Old Stone Age the fraction must have been much smaller. This is the era of hunger unprecedented. Now, in the time of the greatest technical power, is starvation an institution. Reverse another venerable formula: the amount of hunger increases relatively and absolutely with the evolution of culture.” ― Marshall Sahlins

Uprooting 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚

“The root is inclined to reach upwards to fulfill its needs. Should it yearn for only a season, its leaves shall not again return. Should it ignore its appetite, the soil in which it resides will reveal its hunger to the observer. The tree cannot possess itself without consuming the nutrients of its possessor. Only in connection does it drink, and so thrive." ~ Jen e. Limon

Uprooting 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜

“Over time, the instinct to love naturally builds a hospice of pain, but love is most vibrant when granting its suffering a license for freedom, where the road to transforming pain has no dead ends.” ~ Jen e. Limon

Bathing The Consumed Bird

“We ate the birds. We ate them. We wanted their songs to flow up through our throats and burst out of our mouths, and so we ate them. We wanted their feathers to bud from our flesh. We wanted their wings, we wanted to fly as they did, soar freely among the treetops and the clouds, and so we ate them. We speared them, we clubbed them, we tangled their feet in glue, we netted them, we spitted them, we threw them onto hot coals, and all for love, because we loved them. We wanted to be one with them. We wanted to hatch out of clean, smooth, beautiful eggs, as they did, back when we were young and agile and innocent of cause and effect, we did not want the mess of being born, and so we crammed the birds into our gullets, feathers and all, but it was no use, we couldn’t sing, not effortlessly as they do, we can’t fly, not without smoke and metal, and as for the eggs we don’t stand a chance. We’re mired in gravity, we’re earthbound. We’re ankle-deep in blood, and all because we ate the birds, we ate them a long time ago, when we still had the power to say no.” ― Margaret Atwood

Exiting The Bus

I robbed the Woods — The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses My fantasy to please. I scanned their trinkets curious — I grasped — I bore away — What will the solemn Hemlock — What will the Oak tree say? ~ Emily Dickinson

The Inseparable Freedman & Salt

“Our love was a river, always changing under the mercy of nature’s elements, but we continued to flow, even when we trickled.” ― Shannon A. Thompson