beads // pomegranate

 

 

"Chanson d'automne"

 

Shortly before the D-Day landings of 6 June 1944, Radio Londres broadcast the first stanza of Paul Verlaine's poem "Chanson d'automne" to let the resistance know that the invasion would begin within 24 hours.

• Les sanglots longs
• Des violons
• De l’automne
• Blessent mon cœur
• D’une langueur
• Monotone.

Blessent mon cœur d'une langueur monotone ("wound my heart with a monotonous languor") was the specific call to action.

fruit n veg

 

ambassadors/peach/potato

 

bear planet

 

Depression and anxiety in Babylon

 https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3842853/

 ...the lush gardens look so tranquil...

https://papyrus-stories.com/2018/10/10/i-am-dying-of-a-broken-heart/

Putting on Anti-gas Protective Clothing // Evelyn Dunbar //

dead gain

 

 

 

cloud clown crowd

 

campfire

 

amazon assemblage / an occasional series

 

bone pile

deep fried art

that is the correct amount of fried

Doesn't that open you up to ancient curses or something

their curse tech was weak

the worst is the desert bees

human fluids tend to be slightly corrosive and will naturally break up things.

while you wasted your days swinging a mace, i studied magic missile

Half the game was just figuring out the meaning of the interface

asymptomatic super-spreaders

Persistent digital object

i would see them in the dirt and their butts pulsate like angry bees

neocities

temptation's hook

the Scunthorpe problem

azure kinect

.hack//Infection, .hack//Mutation, .hack//Outbreak and .hack//Quarantine.

I have no  internal organs



But finding enough cardboard to build himself a sheltered space to sleep in has become much more problematic since all the businesses closed down and stopped throwing away packaging. 

herbal

“It’s a seasonal crop. It’s finite. What was picked last year is what was picked and that’s all there is until 2020 harvest. We can’t bring forward the harvest.”