March 2011
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Mar 31st
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Mar 30th
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Mar 30th
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Mar 29th
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@greyhaime
You wrote “that is really cool looking, are those gears and structure like things make her up?” It is. The gears are from old pencil sharpener drawings in patent applications and the rest is pieces from victorian anatomy and fashion drawings. I have a little series of sketches made from pieces of diagrams. I will try to post more.
Mar 28th
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Mar 27th
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Mar 27th
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replacing the barbed wire
Violent devices are the bodies we inhabit. Life passes through us. It has no time for prolonged visits. There are symptoms which are present, in this dust. Work, blood, pain and sweat are the evidence in the eternal argument that claims we are alive. A simple man directed the build. We followed a section of eternity, a line of slight angles, to mend a fence that defined a cathedral of...
Mar 26th
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Mar 25th
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Mar 25th
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Mar 25th
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Mar 21st
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Mar 20th
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this sky
I’ll sail along this sky. on a ship of promises or as some would say, to swear, cross your heart, and hope to die. I’ll be here, sailing,  or drifting in a very particular way, believing your promise. Not drifting, you’ll say, Sailing. I’ll see you smile. and I’ll sail along this sky.
Mar 19th
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What it's like for birds
A field’s most difficult edge is its very center. The mind prefers outer edges. We look for refuge in a side and the mind tends to drift you to one. Staying in the center requires more activity, like controlling a dream. Maybe that’s what it’s like for birds to cling to branches, always being pulled away into the refuge of the air. You can only manage to cling to the center as...
Mar 19th
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Mar 13th
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We Were Firecrackers
After we rose screaming and before we became a shower of stars a sudden silence and the body floats slow; but the soul’s velocity still wants to go and go. Cover your ears. We’ll puncture the air next to drill a hole in it, straight to shake the ground. A faint crackle burning in distant thunder across the towns below  who couldn’t care less  as we fade among the sound of a new...
Mar 8th