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Sunday, January 11, 2009

Fiocco di Neve

In an unrehearsed burst, the clouds lose their grip and a snowflake is born. Shimmering like diamonds in the wrinkles of your palm, this tiny heartbeart of lightning bolts will live for only minutes.

Quickly, as I squinted, skyscrapers melted into my hand as jagged cliffs were reduced to tree limbs. Light bent backwards, rushing to find ruby sapphire cracks between each layer. As I blinked the snowflake was gone, I shook my hand and watched it explode; becoming tiny pebbles halfway smoothed from a millennia in some Colorado river.

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Song of the second: No Lonesome Tune* by Townes Van Sandt
Book of the moment:
When You Are Engulfed In Flames by David Sedaris
*for the record, I couldn't find any video clips of the aforementioned song. Enjoy this clip of, waitin' around to die.
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Location: Chicago, Illinois
Date:
Summer 2008
Notes:

Verbs with lips
Tell you lies
Forming words
That breathe life



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"The beautiful is in nature, and it is encountered under the most diverse forms of reality. Once it is found it belongs to art, or rather to the artist who discovers it."
~ Gustave Courbet
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