cemetery finds pre ~ bright eyes' show

ps "toto, i've a feeling we're not in kansas anymore." ~ dorothy

ps “when you reach the heart of life you shall find beauty in all things, even in the eyes that are blind to beauty.” ~ kahlil gibran

ps “we didn't sell a lot of records, but somehow we left an impression.” ~ johnny ramone
ps ps hey johhny enjoy some bright eyes tonight!

ps i see the grave's beauty. ~ creepingelm

ps the sun is setting and the day is dying to hear bright eyes! ~ creepingelm

ps
hope is the thing with feathers by emily dickinson
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul,
and sings the tune without the words,
and never stops at all,
and sweetest in the gale is heard;
and sore must be the storm
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm.

ps “to listen is an effort, and just to hear is no merit. a duck hears also.” ~
igor stravinsky

buckley

ps shhh.... be very quiet. i'm making my way over to see whom this might be.
btw does my face in this photo have similarities to a kewpie doll? i'm kind of seeing it.

ps knock, knock. tim, jeff are you in there? it's me.
ps ps just kidding. me being silly... hehehe





kwepie dolls:

times they are a changin

ps

ten

ps ten
~the smallest number whose status as a possible friendly number is unknown.
~roman numeral for ten is X.
~the atomic number of neon.
~the ten commandments of exodus {1} and deuteronomy {2} are considered a cornerstone of judaism and christianity.
~the interval of a major or minor tenth is an octave plus a major or minor third.
~"ten lords a-leaping" is the gift on the tenth day of christmas in the carol "the twelve days of christmas."
~something that scores perfectly is "a perfect ten".
~a 1977 short documentary film powers of ten depicts the relative scale of the universe in factors of ten {orders of magnitude}.
{truly an awesome short}


ps ps to me 10 symbolizes soul giving forces, the process of giving a soul to the matter.

family band ~ marie {jack nitzsche cover}

ps beautiful song

http://familyband.bandcamp.com/

radical face ~ doorways

ps
when i was just a boy still owl-eyed
i liked to drink the rain to taste the sky
i tried to count the stars while in my bed
to keep the thoughts of monsters from my head

and i believed the stars were wishes
i believed the world was good
i believed things hid in the dark
and that all would turn out just how it should
i believed in all your stories
i believed you'd never lie
i believed if i could climb the trees behind the house,
i'd touch the sky

i believed the skies were doorways home

i still remember this day ever so clearly in my mind

ps i made it through sept. 11 in new york city. it's a living horror film repeated in my mind. my heart goes out to everyone that was affected by 9/11. And to those who have turned to dust may their memories live on. even though i left, i still love you new york.