Graywyvern Grammaticus (via 3dward McGuir*)


Air stinks of asphault. Bollywood on car radio. Long waits at any light. Full cicada wail.


   "The Messengers

Enough if here, among our shattered walls
of sugar glass, the wraith is spied
at times, of some tomorrow that might hold;
enough, at times...

Just to believe, despite all counter-signs,
that this jalopy still can roll
and reach a place not desert waste or swamp,
and let us out.

But other times, even the spook's own word
won't give us what our sorrow asks:
and knowing what already we have lost
we turn away."

--Gamali*l Pickl*, S*v*n Pillars of Mis*ry (1981)


Symbolist Art. (via wood_s lot)


On my victrola- Djivan Gasparian.