old barfly with a magnificent coat
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I pretend sometimes to be an artist, but I will never make anything that is as beautiful, sad, obtuse, layered, quivering with a multiplicity of meaning and exquisitely resonant of a particular time as this fucking spam email.
It is a poem. Context included. A perfect poem.
we can better and closer learn each other. I hope that I shall see your letter soon and mine of straight line
I moved again. This is how I live now.
I ain’t complainin’.
View from my bedroom window; books & music (just found a Bessie Smith record); wood stove; Hector the pheasant and other fauna.
I feel like I would know myself better if I understood why I find this picture so hilarious.
(Scanned chalk/charcoal packaging.)
saying goodbye to the sea
