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The Polaroid. I read in the newspaper that recently the colorado police let three kids keep that they found in a park when I was a kid the best thing we found was a polaroid of a girls bush it had been burned in the sun and was poorly taken you couldn't even see anything but hair pubic. We laughed and passed it around. Damn, I wish we found. The air is sweating on this warm summer night I look over the rooftops of the city and find the shn slowly dancing with the ocean. There is a smell of lime in the air from the cocktail bar over there. A mealcholy guitar tune is wandering through the streets your hips are moving gently to its beat. You're so lost in the moment you're so lost in the beat. I've never seen someone so much in love with life like you when you were falling in love with this Portuguese summer night.




The Model. Generally, reading palms or handwriting or faces is a job of translation since the kind Gentleman and Ladies often is a seducer the frowning schoolgirl may be dying to be asked to stay; but the body of this old lady exactly indicates her mind. Rorschach or Binet could not add to what a fool can see from the plain fact that she is alive and well for when one is eighty. Even a teeny-weeny bit of greed makes one very ill indeed and a touch of despair is instantaneously fatal. Whether the town once drank bubbly out of her shoes or whether she was a governess with a good name in Church circles if her husband spoiled her or if she lost her son is by this time all one. She survived whatever happened; she forgave; she became. So the painter may please himself; give her an English park, Rice-field in China or a slum tenement. Make the sky light or dark put green plush behind her or a red brick wall. She will compose them all centring the eye on their essential human element.




Alice In Wonderland. Falling in a world of fear smiling with the cat. The queen of hearts never share so I drank tea with a man in a hat. Scratcher hunter anybody run here in a world where there is no such thing as time slay the bloody one with fun in this world of chess and rhyme. Cookie made me grow drink made me small the poison in the blood flows drank the tea with hatter and now I will fall no such thing as time I will loose the head of mine.




Even though the actual meaning of this song is a little heart-wrenching, the guitar strains and soothing voice of "Afternoon Talk" can make you feel calmer and more relaxed. The song that is suitable to accompany this twilight can make us forget for a moment the work that must be okay the next day.


Sunset In Goa. Riot of colours across the sky splashing water, skidding kids watchful eyes excited with mirth, speed boats zoom, parasailing, banana boats, frolicsome folk on water front bounty unlimited, fun on line. Anjuna, Baga, Calangut, Colva different names spirit stretches on the shores ever basking crowd forever rolling breakers peace in the air infinite pleasure permeate life shacks extend wishes winter on the wane spring yet to greet. Cheerful lanes far from fretting homes love to live, live to love. Bubbly spiruts unfold treasures pearls on roll, glow on faces, blithe beauties chic with jog, cheerful groups all agog, setting sun flush with glee.




The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disarter. Lose something every day accept the fluster of lost door keys the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master. Then practice losing farther losing faster: places and names and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disarter.

I lost my mother's watch and look my last or next-to-last of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn't hard to master. I lost two cities lovely ones and vaster some realsm I owned two rivers a continent. I miss them but it wasn't a disarter. Even losing you (the joking voice a gesture I love) I shan't have lied it's evident the arr of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (write it) like disarter.


I. Art [Christopher Poindexter] XXII

No matter how many times we felt alone in our lives, it didn't matter anymore. We had each other, we were new; naked. We were white sheets hung over walls of beginnings the artists of each others destiny




Photography is about capturing souls not smiles.



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