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Wendell Peek – I Smell Honey
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in iPhonismNuraddin Taghiyev – Kor Arab (Song The Blind Arab) This was in the comments, not sure what it means: What love, what love, what a flirtatious disaster! What a nation, what a nation, what love-longing was! No pain, no medicine, what a wall, what a mourning! What a mess what a mess! Light-love in the…
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[sunday] Jody Frost—”There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.” —L.K.Hamilton (2015)
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in iPhonismOH EASE OH BODY STRAIN OH LOVE OH EASE ME NOT! WOUND-BORE be real, show organs, show blood, OH let me be as a flower. Let ugliness arise without care grow side by side with beauty. Oh twist be real to me. Fly smoke! Meat-real, as nerves TENDON Ion, FLAME, Muscle, not banners but bulks…
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Delta Martin—The Queen’s Salute
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in iPhonismHolly came from Miami, F-L-A Hitch-hiked her way across the USA Plucked her eyebrows along the way Shaved her legs and then he was a she She says, “Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side” Said, “Hey honey, take a walk on the wild side” Candy came from out on the Island In…
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[sunday] Wendell Peek – Hotel Kabuki
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in iPhonismWendell’s picture is too scary, so I’m doing some counter-programming with an hour of Bill Evans. Happy Sunday.
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Hans Borghorst—Death of the One-Legged Traveler
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in iPhonismThis picture is one of the strangest I ever received at PIXELS. I have never asked Hans about the story behind it. Maybe I will. Blind Faith—I Can’t Find My Way Home. Love the guitar sound the Brits used to get in the late 60s, like this.