Office by Alex Penny
I was bored on the 18th of Novembuary in 1985 while Ronald Ray-gun was in orifice. As a small boy I began drawling lots of pitchers and became disintegrated with my schoolwork. As a young man I have sincely developed quite a loaf of nature, ort, litterture, and music. I enjoy my live thurrly and as unascertained as my future may be I am very optometristic about it.
Observations and Fabrications made by Jesse K. I'm an artist and a musician and I like to post my work here as well as anything else I may find to be of some interest or importance.
The hurt you embrace becomes joy.
Call it to your arms where it canchange. A silkworm eating leaves
makes a cocoon. Each of us weaves
a chamber of leaves and sticks.
Silkworms begin to truly existas they disappear inside that room.
Without legs, we fly. When I stopspeaking, this poem will close,
and open its silent wings.
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“The goal to be reached is the mind’s insight into what knowing is. Impatience asks for the impossible, wants to reach the goal without the means of getting there. The length of the journey has to be borne with, for every moment is necessary;”
, a German philosopher, one of the creators of German Idealism. His historicist and idealist account of reality as a whole revolutionized European philosophy and was an important precursor to Continental philosophy and Marxism.
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Sunday Dalí: The Mysterious Sources of Harmony 1932-33. Oil on canvas, dimensions unknown. Private Collection.
John Lennon - Oh Yoko! (1971)
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“Alchemy” By; Nicholas Scarpinato
Sunday Dalí: Memory of the Child Woman, 1932. Oil on canvas, 99 x 119.5 cm. Morse Charitable Trust on loan to the Salvador Dalí Museum, St. Petersburg, Florida.
