ham on rye


Sylvia, get your head out of the oven.


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peterjudson:

Swimming Pool by Peter Judson

peterjudson:

Swimming Pool by Peter Judson

sonjabarbaric:

David Hockney 

sonjabarbaric:

David Hockney 

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adapto:

Jesús Leguizamo
Portrait III

adapto:

Jesús Leguizamo

Portrait III

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Our love has been.
I see the rain.
Nothing
is abstract any more:
I nearly expect one of these
droplets loose tonight on the avenues of wind
to identify itself as my life.
Now love is not a feeling
like wrath or sadness, but an act
like murdering the stars.

And now the limp suits
drying out on the railings of hotels,
and the sorrows
drifting like perfume,
and telephones ringing in the darkness
and milk
tears shining on rouged cheeks.
While nearby
sighs the sea like God, the sea of breath, the resolute
gull ocean trembling its boats.

Denis Johnson, "Gray Day in Miami," from The Veil (Alfred A. Knopf, 1987)
seahell:

I’ve always wanted to visit here

seahell:

I’ve always wanted to visit here

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