over and out
-nat
(p.s. happy national coming out week everyone)


bridge between here and therethere we sit fingers and gazes interlockedbridge between here and there
As the sun bids good eve
and the moon bids good day
the tide sloshes beneath our toes and those eager waves jump up and bite them
you and i on a bridge with rustic charm
that leads from mine to yours
and yours to mine
it fights those sands of time so we can just bask
sharing a moment on the border called ours.


foot politics.foot politics
left right left right
just our primitive biological wheels, our brains: the motors.
we need not obsess over how chic, but we dre
echo lake
Java
wing

Porcelain DollI wonder if I’m just an in-between— A moment to pass by With a thousand whispered regrets? Yet he stays— With a thousand whispered promisesPorcelain Doll
(lies to my ears.) Play tempter, play lover Play angel and devil Play with my mind Like a wind-up doll With hollow eyes (the smile never seems to leave this porcelain face.) Just be careful how you play; With one drop, I’ll break —Porcelain dolls were never meant for little boys—
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Ardıç Mimarlık Tuvalet Kabinleri-Corian Tezgahlar 0216 472 23 44- 47 [link]
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I'm closing my account moving to :iconrobertamelie:. If you want to watch =RobertAmelie faster, just click this [link]
Every man's work, whether it be literature or music or pictures or architecture or anything else, is always a portrait of himself . . . -Samuel Butler
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The proper artistic response to digital technology is to embrace it as a new window on everything that's eternally human, and to use it with passion, wisdom, fearlessness and joy. - Ralph Lombreglia
I will be making some kind of start on them all tonight
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. now i'm lost
~dAMagazine
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-nat
they were good. Nice and emo, remind me of things. just thought i would sum up my comments into one.
top notch though, very well enjoyed
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To be honest, I don't care.
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. a subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation
Friedrich Nietzsche
~dAMagazine
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-nat
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. a subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation
Friedrich Nietzsche
~dAMagazine
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