Tuesday, July 19, 2011

I hope tonight I dream and salty tears drip down my back.

A chase involving one cat. 

a secret wedding in a clearing, the moss-ground undulating. 

4th dimensional pathos.

lines of Ted Hughs.

  lately I have been listening to a lot of and reading lots of sad books about mountains and south american dictatorships. I also sprinkled some pom-poms over some new paintings which are hanging in Edinburgh  Castle. Not the real one, the one of Sydney road.

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