Snow, but where’s the snow you think as you skip five stones perfectly bouncing up to six times creating ripples of perfect duplicating circles on the surface of the water that just goes on forever. (Taken from Sleep Walking Under the Moon Soul of Lake Michigan, an upcoming book object by Andrew H. Kuharevicz) (Lawrence… Continue reading How could this have happened?
My brother is my typewriter. Learning what you know, and how do you keep your mind focused on the topic that you tap with fingers? Well you transfer it to the typewriter without screens in mind to figure out what the name of any damn thing actually is. (Click Picture for larger size)
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Anonymous, Frog Round (What a Queer Bird the Frog Are).