My eye is the brush. My camera phone is my pallet.
At any rate, Gentlemen: BEHOLD!!!!
Give me eyes
The Ghost of Wet Weather Falls
Streetlight Rosetta
"flowers growing out of the desert flowers out of parched ground
flowers coming right up through the cracks
of the pavement in your old town
flowering's not a science it's more like a fine art
flowers coming right up through the cracks of our broke up little hearts"
Bill Mallonee
Speaking of ferns
of the Maker of the reds and the greens and blues and the yellows.
And I can show, just this point of light through this window
As the clouds roll away and the sun strikes the pane."
Ridgely
"Can you start walking me again?"
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