From the alleyways and alcoves, groves of firs and ferns, lush landscapes teeming with life--even the slimmest sidewalk crack sprouts thralls of dandelion umbrellas. Here we have a culmination of art, intellect, fashion and community forming the ideal nouveau utopian setting which the global community can now intimately admire as well as discuss freely. Welcome to the alley of endless horizon.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Giverny, France
My best friend and I. Ages ago, up to nothing "good". I remember tulips the size of my head and Japanese folk art, gin in teacups and sex on parade. Oh, how I miss the days. How low tide is the only way to get to the Mona Lisa and the smiles follow the rainy cobblestone crevices, chiseled by twelve inch switchblades, up to the Montmartre. Lights, oh lights, please don't burn out, bleed your auburn aura out overseas and transfuse into my open arteries, lonesome and diced clean, just to let you in. Hassassins.
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