oowaoo

I’ts a force, really, not lack thereof.

What time it is? Boozey milkshake and white russian, O’clock.

Thats us right there.

I can hear the sound of this one. An old fashioned tumbler with blackberry fizz.

Nooo. Omg, really, noo. I can’t handle that theese little swoony suckers exist. Want.

Library table, Harald Bergsten, ebenist Hjalmar Jackson, 1934, Sweden, pear wood, top in ebony with pear and rosewood inlays of stylized books, two drawers in the rounded boarder, legs with cannelures.

This object appears in the asphalt on my street. A thing of shine, in contrast to things around it. It's trapped in the open, slowly finding a beautiful release.

A couple of schrooms, numbers and letters. A couple of weeks until I know. Until then, as always - now.

Pacta sunt servanda. Scchhhh. Relax.

It’s beautiful whenever I’m the dancer able to hear. It’s well-being whenever I understand that those who don’t hear my music, might prefer other. Or might be deaf. 

3. R.W. Wilson;  8" drop point hunter, 3.75" blade in damascus steel, handle in composite with brass and ivory chips

Because Trump has Tchina hatred and gauche on fleek. Gnnarly.

I do have a thing for swimming under water....streamlined, shuffling my legs like the mermaid. Mutely wishing my breath would last.

Always, this.