December 2009
“a lemon shall grow in your throat.”
the truth?
i’ve been busy trying to make music with lightbulbs.
“how did it get so late so soon? its night before its afternoon. december is here...”
– dr. seuss
“omg, did becca tell you about the sandwich i made???”
– my sister, on the phone.
funkadelic, the song is familiar
“neutiquam erro.”
Watch
“and i’ll watch you burn.”
really though,
what the fuck is going on??
she
::shoots telepathic lasers in the form of a pink floyd light show spectacular underneath the thin skin of atmosphere; something bursts, goes dim again- here, here.::
hello, universe.
shamanic preistess lucid dreaming rainbow chaser white electric wind can you hear the speed at which we remember our origins? photography and mixed media collage by delilah jones coming to a mind near you. http://www.behance.net/a_wordless_chorus
