Monday, July 30, 2012

twenty





ps number 20
~ 20 is a tetrahedral number.
~ the atomic number of calcium.
~ the third magic number in physics.
~ the number 20 is used as an index in measuring visual acuity.
~ there are 20 baby teeth in the deciduous dentition.
~ twenty {lynyrd skynyrd album}, a 1997 album by lynyrd skynyrd.
~ cb slang for "a place", being short for "10–20", used in reference to a person or object's location.
~ the designation of interstate 20, a freeway that runs from texas to south carolina.
~ the number 20 is used 117 times in the bible.

through my ears i hear:






Sunday, July 29, 2012

beautifully creepy

beautifully creepy by CreepingElm
beautifully creepy, a photo by CreepingElm on Flickr.

etsy treasury #30 featuring sedgley the soul carrier.
march 25, 2012
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this day....

this day.... by CreepingElm
this day...., a photo by CreepingElm on Flickr.

etsy treasury #31 featuring rhythmical pain of a punctured heart.
april 30,2012.
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the raven in black and white

etsy treasury #33 featuring midnight dreary pillow.
may 29, 2012
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shadows of gothness 36

shadows of gothness 36 by CreepingElm
shadows of gothness 36, a photo by CreepingElm on Flickr.

etsy treasury #32 featuring whispering orphan knottingly.
may 24, 2012
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great minds think alike!!

Great minds think alike!! by CreepingElm
Great minds think alike!!, a photo by CreepingElm on Flickr.

etsy treasury #29 featuring thaxted's heart followed him around like a shadow that won't disappear.
february 16, 2012
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kelli scarr ~ dangling teeth


ps down in the frozen ground
ps ps
http://www.kelliscarrmusic.com/
https://www.facebook.com/kelliscarr
https://twitter.com/kelliscarr

Saturday, July 28, 2012

silver tongues ~ highways


ps hauntingly beautiful
ps ps
http://thesilvertongues.com/
https://www.facebook.com/silvertonguesmusic
http://silvertongues.bandcamp.com/

giselle ~ silk


ps https://www.facebook.com/music.giselle
https://twitter.com/gisellerosselli

these united states ~ the park



ps http://www.theseunitedstates.net/

northern youth ~ los angeles






ps go listen and make a purchase http://northernyouthmusic.bandcamp.com/album/los-angeles-islands

cade ~ homesick / fruit fly


ps get a free download http://kaiyacade.bandcamp.com/

Thursday, July 26, 2012

tree walking



ps fiona is an earth angel. taking clicks with her makes life most magical.

there’s beauty in that pain, can you see it?



ps 4th of july 2012: stars and stripes series

ps ps through my ears i hear

listener ~ wooden heart



ps through my ears i hear

ps ps https://www.facebook.com/listener
http://twitter.com/listener

ps ps ps
we’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living
and since that first breath... we’ll need grace that we’ve never given
i've been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts
and it's not only when these eyes are closed
these lies are ropes that i tie down in my stomach,
but they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather
and my dreams are sails that i point towards my true north,
stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better
but it won’t won’t, at least i don’t believe it will...
so i've built a wooden heart inside this iron ship,
to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts.
don’t let these waves wash away your hopes
this war-ship is sinking, and i still believe in anchors
pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, i still believe in saviors
but i know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board
washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores
so come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember

i am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made it
but we’re making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts
we all have the same holes in our hearts...
everything falls apart at the exact same time
that it all comes together perfectly for the next step
but my fear is this prison... that i keep locked below the main deck
i keep a key under my pillow, it’s quiet and it’s hidden
and my hopes are weapons that i’m still learning how to use right
but they’re heavy and i’m awkward...always running out of fight
so i’ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship
hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks
because i am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam
lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea
so come on let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember

my throat it still tastes like house fire and salt water
i wear this tide like loose skin, rock me to sea
if we hold on tight we’ll hold each other together
and not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep
all these machines will rust i promise, but we'll still be electric
shocking each other back to life
your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected
our bones grown together inside
our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided
our spines grown stronger in time
because are church is made out of shipwrecks
from every hull these rocks have claimed
but we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change
so come on yall and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember