like visions blurred

the prevailed is very un-oft to have their sins counted.
the happy never to look on their regrets.
the dead never look to the living.
the finished story never speaks to his writter.

count many sins, regret many things, look many places, and say many things.
for non of these are u yet.
i tell all bones wrapped in skin that moves.
non of these are u.

well this is just darn neat.

Felice Varini paints (lines, concentric circles, triangles) on things (tunnels, castles, groovy interiors). A seemingly random smattering of elements that, viewed from a specific point in space, coalesce into a tangible planar element.

if a picture paints a thousand words

"puppy love
puppy love
yes she gave all she had
not like a brother or sister more like a  mom or a dad

we never asked her never gave her a choice
we just barked out commands
sit stay don't beg
stop licking my hand
those days are gone now
i wish goldie could come out and play

goldie's last day
godlie's last day
if a picture paints a thousand words
there's nothing left to say
i wish you coulda been there for goldies's last day

she was eleven to you and me whats that in dog years
77 thats more than 11 she outlived her peers
the talk around town is that goldie passed away

goldie's last day
godlie's last day
if a picture paints a thousand words
there's nothing left to say" - pfr 'goldies last day'
i wish you coulda been there for goldies's last day