Totally obsessed with this……..
On hot summer afternoons, sometimes we retreat to the cool of the root cellar for our lovemaking.
“Media from the streets” as told by members of Stem and Leaf arts collective from Austin, TX.
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Patience. (Taken with instagram)
Hello friends…
I took a little break, but I am back now, so you can rest easy. ;-)
Here is something I wrote today… It’s a song called “Floors”.
I don’t mind but the bugs are busy making all these plans that we can’t see.I don’t mind but you got my heart on this invisible string and you keep pulling. Oh pulling me down into the floors where I find another place to hide some more.
Your heart aches for a chance to retake
These tests and these spills
And they’re making you lose yourself
Your heart it breaks ‘cause you want a chance to retake
These tests making you lose
your imagination
You’re imagining yourself
in places you’ve never been before
in places you’ve only slept on floors
Sifting through vocal tracks. #onehundredflowers #whiteowlrecorders #Mondaynights (Taken with Instagram at Money Box)
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
Hello. I believe my earliest memory is of a Saturday morning, waking up, and climbing into my mom’s bed. She was watching Magnum PI and I dozed on and off with her while she did that. Then she made us pancakes for breakfast. It’s a very good memory and probably explains my love for mustachioed men and pancakes. Together and/or separately.
In mythology the Swan Maiden is a creature who shape shifts from human to swan. This is the Swan Maiden’s song. Too scared to shift from human to swan in order to find her true calling, she finds the courage to face her fears and find her happiness.
Swan Maiden’s Lame To Take Flight
I’ve been careless with my heart before.
There was a sea (and lakes maybe) that was built out of salty tears,
And I couldn’t go, I couldn’t stay, I couldn’t get anywhere.
So times have changed and I want to see all the pretty places I’ve been missing.
I want to see, I want to be, I want to bleed.
So I’ll go traveling.
I always hated travel you see.
I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go traveling.
I want, I want, I want to see me bleed.
I want to see me bleed, and maybe you can bleed on me.
I love getting my hands on a really pretty piano that’s in tune. Special thanks to my friends Oscar and Salvador for adding their charms.
Augustinas!
I tried to be what you needed from me. I wrapped myself in blankets salty and sweet. I painted my face with agility not grace. I tried to be what you needed from me.
Walking away from the one who preyed upon animals. He once had fire to paint the town red. In me feign words untold, in my tiny hands I hold secrets that led him astray. Behind these walls he’ll never escape Augustinas!
Now I try to be what I need from me. I burned my blankets threw out the salt, I don’t get down and I don’t get out. They tell me I’ll miss you the most. I deny convinced I will find others to write about when I lie awake in the night.
Walking away from the one who preyed upon animals. He once had fire to paint the town red. In me feign words untold, in my tiny hands I hold secrets that led him astray. Behind these walls he’ll never escape Augustinas!
Augustinus! I’ll miss you the most I do know.
Studio assistant (Taken with instagram)
