Artist: TOSCO
Location: Lisbon, Portugal
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There once was a toad
in a humble abode
hopping from left to right.
His empty stomach and fixated glare
put the fly into a fright.
But what happened next you may ask?
The frog couldn’t have taken such an unbearable task.
Alas, the fear of the insect that be
no longer screamed a dying wish
but began transcendence into a fish.
Photography by Brice Portolano
- World Of Nonsense
- Where Gravity Got Lost
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I’ve no light in me
but that I reflect of you.
You are stars to me.
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Purple Wednesday.
Staring into the window as the magnolia tree plays shapes on these two eyes;
Silhouettes of your shadow linger on these walls.
I cant look away, a third vision tunnels into memories of you
Once dawn breaks a dim light keeping a kindled passion
what will is to be found at the end?
Through skin, flesh, and blood
we discovered a soul.
Spirited, shared, and harmonious we were.
May 23, 2012
Fine tune.
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Art Prints by Adam Howie
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It’s easy to rip an unsewn stitch
Or tear the thread of an untold tale—
The song of us two together.
—Unknown author, from “Wulf and Eadwacer”, in The Exeter Book, trans. Craig Williamson
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“We’ll meet on edges soon” said I Proud ‘neath heated brow Ahh, but I was so much older then I’m younger than that, now
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