In photography, use geometry to add possibility.

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Yummmmm (re Icelandic chocolate)

went out to Blanco today to the dentist
All good, they are great
House is fine, it appear, lots of kids playing, they move out July 4th so I will go there then and clean up and then go back to Colombia
Mom still in hospital, in fact it is good, as they are running tests on her and seeing why she gets indigestion. Her head is better. So hopefully she will return home improved, but she will need home help, etc. Called Tom, he was in his boat on the Severn.. makes him and me so happy
Daphne quite content in her old people’s home in Chepstow, doing well, says Dad.
hot hot hot here. went swimming but too soon after a chicken sandwich so came home.
Cali 2 – Medellín 0 🙁
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dreamt of driving through flat texas landscape looking for the tigris delta in an old land rover with you or someone that might have been you.

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dirty city 2

sad and exhausted from the weight of it all

I was born in a dirty city

she never left the dirty city

I’m going back to the dirty city

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Did Pablo Neruda win or lose?

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Medellín, Caterine Ibargüen, Mariana Pajón, plata, contaminación, la gripa, Abergavenny, estoy perdido.

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dirty city

down the dirty mountain
to the dirty city
my hand touching yours
your hand beneath mine
it looks alright.

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nunca deje sin un beso

nunca deje sin un beso

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I love everyone.
I think everything is great.

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Experience / Day 1

I can’t talk to you (all of you or any of you)
something happens
sometimes in a sentence sometimes after a while
it breaks. I break it.

thank god I don’t care any more
I watch. no regrets, only slow stiffening around fathomless pools of sadness.

I wanted to love you. No subtext, it’s all true. could have been beauty too.

We want to put sex in a box, and what’s outside,
that’s not sex, that’s not sex,
of course it oozes out it’s already out it’s in everything.
you walking down the street in the sunshine
the curve of your ass rolling across another body
a row of vulvas pushed in the air.


time to re-take the fundamentals class
listen to the birds the wind the water
your words (all your words, each one of them) a waterfall always flowing.

Am i listening?
how am I listening?
what am I offering?
what should I offer?

Stop that’s enough.
fuck off.

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