Your warm and beautiful hands

cover me.

But sadly the world is still here.

rise to cosmic dance

"Buti tokia pacia kitur, viska keicia" Princeses pamirstos ir nezinomos

I see.. You see

I'll burn your house on Sunday morning
It's Sunday 8am, your house is burning
I'll burn your house on Sunday morning
Your house has burnt, but I'm ain't learning
any of your lessons
Can I get another blessing
from the priest who lives next door?
That's what I pay him for
He said I would live forever,
if only I could get to heaven
Could you hold my hand?
I lost all of my friends
Now I'm so lonely
You were my one and only

Jónsi - Go Do from Jónsi on Vimeo.

Grizzly Man from marit karlsen / trust me records on Vimeo.

I've been watching him for seven days
His hands pale hee-ho-hee-ho-hee-ho
knuckles moving beneath the skin
foetuslike hee-ho-hee-ho-hee-ho

I've caught seven foxes

and placed them on the river bank
each night I give him one hee-ho-hee-ho-hee-ho
counting down the days till we are one
and clothe his heart in fur hee-ho-hee-ho-hee-ho

I sing of arms and the man his
arms that wake each morning
white-knuckled and that copy claw gestures
7 6 5
7 6 5
7 6 5 4 3 2 1 and here I go...

I take him in I take this body whole
so thin like a spine hee-ho-hee-ho-hee-ho
I thread him on inside of mine
and we are one and we are one hee-ho-hee-ho-heeeee-ho

and his is the fur at last I
see his eyes inside my mouth
even when he sneaks into my bones
forever unborn
now finally I am a mother
finallyIamamotherhee-ho-hee-ho-hee-ho

	oren lavie - a dance 'round the memory tree .mp3
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Michael Kenna
Photography, for me, is not about copying the world. I’m not really interested in making an accurate copy of what I see out there. I think one of photography’s strongest elements is its ability to record a part of the world, but also to integrate with the individual photographer’s aesthetic sense. The combined result is an interpretation – and the interpretation, I think, is what is interesting – when the subject goes through the filter of an individual human mind and emerges in a changed state – not the duplication or the recording of something.

other people want to be other people

I wonder if people sometimes wanna be me..
Because i often want to be other people.
Personal life is complicated, messy, dark, twisted
and just generally all fucked up.

But then when you look at other people's lives
everything just looks so light and easy.

I often want to be other people...
But then again, maybe other people don't want to be themselves...

Loneliness

Setting sun

and a man in the middle of

a very old street.