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iphoneartzy · 2 days
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Being Blind Would Not Matter As Long As I Could Give ‘My Eyeballs To You
Big Rocks, Sonoran Desert. iphone 14 Pro Max iColorama app All eyeballs dipped in the vinegar of the bourgeoisie will become pickled eyeballs.Tonight I embrace my homeland. Being blind would not matter as long as I could give my eyeballs to you. — Nirwan Dewato from poem The Way to the Museum Being Blind Would Not Matter As Long As I Could Give ‘My Eyeballs To YouApril 25, 2024All eyeballs…
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iphoneartzy · 4 days
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Be Bad
Peace. iphone 14 Pro Max iColorama app Be bad, but at least don’t be a liar, a deceiver. — Leo Tolstoy If you reveal your secrets to the wind, You should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees. — Kahlil Gibran Some people care too much. I think it’s called love. — A. A. Milne The root of suffering is attachment. — Buddha Any idiot can face a crisis; it’s this day-to-day…
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iphoneartzy · 4 days
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Who Knows The Grieving As I Walk?
Atero Park, Phoenix AZ. iphone 14 Pro Max iColorama app Who knows I’m grieving as I walk? Who has the list of gravity’s costs? Nobody but the man I’ve lost. — Allison Joseph from poem Incognito Grief: A Blues The Journey of a Thousand StepsThanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton DivideSnapseed app with grunge on Iphone 6+ maybe noir setting…
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iphoneartzy · 5 days
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In The End Only Three Things Matter
Dead Horse State Park, Clarkdale AZ. iphone 14 Pro Max iColorama app In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you. — the Buddha In The End Only Three Things MatterApril 21, 2024In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not…
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iphoneartzy · 6 days
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Yes, The World Is Sick
Love FM + JM. iphone 14 Pro Max no filter Yes, the world is sick, and yes it can be cruel, but it would be a whole lot sicker and a whole lot crueler if it were not for painters and filmmakers and songwriters – the beauty-makers – wading through the blood and muck of things. — Nick Cave Yes, The World Is SickApril 21, 2024Yes, the world is sick, and yes it can be cruel, but it would be a…
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iphoneartzy · 8 days
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You Will Lose Someone You Can’t Live Without
Lake Day at Havasu. iphone 14 Pro Max iColorama app You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals…
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iphoneartzy · 10 days
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What Holds Me Back When I Might Choke?
Atero Park, Phoenix AZ. iphone 14 Pro Max iColorama app Who needs to disappear for a while? Who sings my name beyond the veil? Who has my memories, my tales? Who knows the secrets in my gaze? What holds me back when I might choke? — Allison Joseph from poem Incognito Grief: A Blues What Holds Me Back When I Might Choke?April 17, 2024Who needs to disappear for a while? Who sings my name…
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iphoneartzy · 12 days
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The Cave You Fear To Enter Holds The Treasure You Seek
Heron at Catfish Paradise, Topock AZ. iphone 14 Pro Max no filter Without sounding pompous or trying to dictate to others what love is — I would argue that love is more than a feeling. A long-term relationship requires committed actions, presence, loyalty and a willingness to show up — even when the rewarding feeling is not there at all. When you think of it in that way, it may be easier to…
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iphoneartzy · 14 days
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Do Not Remember Me As Disaster
NYC 2022. iphone 12 Pro no filter Do not remember me as disaster nor as the keeper of secrets I am a fellow rider in the cattle cars watching you move slowly out of my bed saying we cannot waste time only ourselves. — Audre Lorde from poem Movement Song Do Not Remember Me As DisasterDo not remember me as disaster nor as the keeper of secrets I am a fellow rider in the cattle cars…
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iphoneartzy · 14 days
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A Lion Is Called A King Of The Beasts Obviously For A Reason
Katie and the lions. iphone 14 Pro Max iColorama app Brushstroke app A lion is called a ‘king of beasts’ obviously for a reason. — Jack Hanna in his core,a lion,it longs to roar.and her lightshines darklike a jet black night.in her heart,wings waitfor she longs to soar,and his dark casts lightthat is blinding bright. — Adam J. Pierson from poem The Lion and the Wings A Lion Is Called A King…
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iphoneartzy · 17 days
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Here, Where Everything Stops
Opuntia. iphone 12 Pro no filter Here, where you display what makes men wild… Here, where everything stops… there is only me, but I feel suddenly crowded, how what’s inside me wants to come out. — Styxian from poem Lion Tub Here, Where Everything StopsApril 10, 2024Here, where you display what makes men wild… Here, where everything stops… there is only me, but I feel suddenly crowded, how…
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iphoneartzy · 19 days
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O Roar Of The Universe How Am I Chosen
Parker AZ. iphone 12 Pro iColorama app Lion that eats my mind now… knowing only your hunger Not the bliss of your satisfaction O roar of the universe how am I chosen In this life I have heard your promise I am ready to die I have served Your starved and ancient Presence O Lord I wait in my room at your         Mercy. — Allen Ginsberg from poem The Lion for Real O Roar Of The Universe How…
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iphoneartzy · 21 days
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With Less Energy To Hold Up Our Armor, We Are Revealed
Catfish Paradise, Topock AZ. iphone 14 Pro Max iColorama app When we are young, it’s the illusion of perfection that we fall in love with. As we age, it’s the humanness that we fall in love with- the poignant stories of overcoming, the depthful vulnerability of aging, the struggles that grew us in karmic stature, the way a soul shaped itself to accommodate its circumstances. With less…
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iphoneartzy · 22 days
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She Was An Open Book
Bird of Paradise. iphone 14 Pro Max iColorama app Brushstroke app She was an open book. He was illiterate. — Maya Angelou She Was An Open BookApril 4, 2024She was an open book. He was illiterate. — Maya Angelou I Have Been Amazed How We Come Across Those Who Seem To Own The Tables To Our Destiny, As Though We Belonged To The Same Secret OrganizationApril 4, 2024How many times in life I have…
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iphoneartzy · 22 days
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I Have Been Amazed How We Come Across Those Who Seem To Own The Tables To Our Destiny, As Though We Belonged To The Same Secret Organization
Crystal Beach, Havasu. iphone 14 Pro Max iColorama app Brushstroke app How many times in life I have been amazed how, among the multitude of people who exist in the world, we come across those who, somehow, owned the tables of our destiny, as if we belonged to the same secret organization, or the chapters of the same book. I never knew if they were recognized because they were already sought,…
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iphoneartzy · 24 days
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It Was Weird, I Couldn’t Cry.
Lake Havasu Acres. iphone 14 Pro Max iColorama app Brushstroke app It was weird, I couldn’t cry, but my soul was really torn to pieces. — Fyodor Dostoevsky It Was Weird, I Couldn’t Cry.April 2, 2024It was weird, I couldn’t cry, but my soul was really torn to pieces. — Fyodor Dostoevsky Understand Me. I’m Not Like The Ordinary World.April 1, 2024Understand me. I’m not like the ordinary world.…
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iphoneartzy · 26 days
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Understand Me. I’m Not Like The Ordinary World.
NYC at Christmas. iphone 12 Pro iColorama app Understand me. I’m not like the ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I have no time for things that have no soul. — Charles Bukowski Abstract
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