In The Black Box

THIS IS THE NIGHT TIME, MY TIME OF UTTER CONFUSION AND CLARITY

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Just kept on Going Going.

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And when you kick in… the perfect vibration… and it licks the inside of my skull.. the closest. It scrapes out all the shit. Thats all that was needed. Lets realise that… yes. its good..

 

So i hoped out just far enough from the end. I took time to see it without the rest. I took the time to feel the wind unhindered. The bench was waiting for the next body. The cyclist just kep on going.. washing by like a flash floods… tsssssssssssSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAA!aaaaaaaaaa and then he was gone.. the corner revealed his tail lights… reaching the next hill and looping off into the ridge.. the wall… the grind. And the familiar looked so serene… so simple. Yellow.

 

The milk man dropped off the simple things a little early.. Someone to come home to these days… the nights are cold enough to keep it fresh, and that constant rhythm had a taxi man with smiles and smiles… for miles and miles… every green happy… every yellow laugh… ¬†nothing replaces he who is happy with his lot… and he was appreciative of the gesture…

 

The night kept on cooling… and drops formed on the end of some blade of glass somewhere…

 

… wheres my keys?

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November 6, 2009 at 2:33 AM

59-365

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And they called it Limited power…and slow and slow and slow…

and we all play piano at some point somewhere

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April 1, 2009 at 2:19 AM

A good blogger….(Shinichi Maruyama)

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…knows when to call it a night

 

but this is a late a powerful vibration that came my way via faces from far away… simply stunning shots and deeply rooted in Japanese artistic heritage… in my opinion a true representation of Nihonga art through the photographic media…

SHINICHI MARUYAMA

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March 30, 2009 at 3:25 AM

I Don’t Mind – Along (Visualisations)

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…..—…..—…..—…o—…o—.oo-….-oooo….

and we were walking, looking at the sad and the crying, looking at the happy and the smiling…..

and we wondered why they were who and what they had become….and we wondered how it came to this…..

coming to grips with the new vibrations of routine and rounded edges… the bass does not come bouncing like it should and motion leads to chance, another days work and another wander into the dark….

Deep Roots and Every Single Heart

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August 3, 2008 at 8:19 PM

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Deep Roots and Every Single Heart

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