"There's not much doubt in any of our minds that no complete idea springs fully formed from our brow,
needing only a handshake and a signature on the contract to send it off into the world to make twenty-five billion dollars.
The germ of the idea grows slowly..." - Walt Kelly

Thursday, November 14, 2013

On flights of arrows, sharper than we'd been led to believe

painting by Brad Phillips
Romance is not a
car crash, but a natural
disaster - you seep
into my brain and
poison all the ground,

and when poured into
the form of a cigarette,
you would be sweeter
than nicotine, but
just as cancerous.

From the most recent decomP, an excellent poem from Will Arbery.

And here, my friend Zach absolutely kills it.

Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Skyzoo, The Definitive Prayer

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