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Jul 01
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sway with me, everything sad —
madmen in stone houses
without doors,
lepers steaming love and song
frogs trying to figure
the sky;
sway with me, sad things —
fingers split on a forge
old age like breakfast shell
used books, used people
used flowers, used love
I need you
I need you
I need you:
it has run away
like a horse or a dog,
dead or lost
or unforgiving.

—buk

Jun 29
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I want nothing but my own little corner of the world, and I shall devote myself to it. Art does not expand, it distills itself. And, if you want comparisons at all costs, I would tell you that to produce good fruit, one must remain on a trellis. Like a wall tree the artist must remain thus all his life, arms extended, mouth open, assimilating everything that passes by and living by everything that surrounds him.
— Edgar Degas
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Life doesn’t imitiate art; life is art (that’s what confuses so many up-and-comings; they’re too busy being artists to live).
— John Lennon
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Jun 27
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Green Hills Memorial Park Rancho Palos VerdesLos Angeles CountyCalifornia, USAPlot: Ocean View #875
Green Hills Memorial Park
Rancho Palos Verdes
Los Angeles County
California, USA
Plot: Ocean View #875
Jun 25
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