Brunch
Sex Pistol
Like To Take A Cement Fix Nos. 1-3
Upward Spiral
If clouds count the raindrops, who counts the clouds?
A tomorrow mandala for tomorrow people
True hippies never die, they just slowly go out of tune
Armor like the track of the sun
Fanfare, and nary a peep from the peanut gallery
your dreams strange scenes images are moving
Sex Bomb – A Series of 3 (for now)
Got the bomb pic off a documentary on Mark Rothko. A great artist. I really didn’t know much about him. He turned down the equivalent of a couple million dollars back around 1960 because he decided he didn’t want clueless money-fuckheads looking at his works in the Four Seasons restaurant. The “nude” is Blue, a mannequin next to my fridge.
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My little one-legged friend
I wonder if he showed up on his own, or if another friend sent him as a courier.
One Man’s Opinion Of Moonlight
Pop Down The Years
