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· Mar 9
Rainbow Fish Bull Terriers
the other side (March 3rd)
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"The frogs are now singing but Roderick can't hear them. Three nights ago (all pious and sanguine in faith) Reynard came to call. Old friends they were, but poor friends then and now! Our second rooster - the back door man - came to meet Reynard with chivalry and all a second rooster can bring.."
Pretty Boy Roderickson is one crow short of a "Cock-a-doodle-doo". He’s always been that way, maybe it’s a step forward?
October 10, 2025 at 11:09 PM
Pretty Boy Roderickson is one crow short of a "Cock-a-doodle-doo". He’s always been that way, maybe it’s a step forward?
Brand new Birchen Laced (?) and gorgeous Spangled Rooster. Some way to meet Roderick’s passing. The Blue has Roderick’s soul, and then some.
July 5, 2025 at 4:15 AM
Brand new Birchen Laced (?) and gorgeous Spangled Rooster. Some way to meet Roderick’s passing. The Blue has Roderick’s soul, and then some.
"I am in that place now and the garden around me is overgrown. Thornapple delights in this unkempt ground. The stink is all around. But with the flowers, bittersweet. This place where meaning has no meaning. Thousand hit wanderers flit from flower to flower. The frogs sing in the nights cool..."
Thousands of Hits of Nothing
I dreamt an immense evil came up through the ground and flooded through time (both ways backward and forwards).
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June 16, 2025 at 7:47 PM
"I am in that place now and the garden around me is overgrown. Thornapple delights in this unkempt ground. The stink is all around. But with the flowers, bittersweet. This place where meaning has no meaning. Thousand hit wanderers flit from flower to flower. The frogs sing in the nights cool..."
"i. Darkness Visible".
"i. Darkness Visible".
Massie's Corner, VA. Oil on Linen, 30" x 28".
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May 28, 2025 at 10:08 PM
"i. Darkness Visible".
"You hear them approach at velocity, collide and buzz around your ears and occasionally get thwarted by ear hairs. But this egregious smite – like a neutrino through lead – flew straight to my eardrum. How thankful of ear hairs I will now remain!
The first time I’ve ever heard a fly flap its wings"
The first time I’ve ever heard a fly flap its wings"
May 23, 2025 at 10:32 PM
"You hear them approach at velocity, collide and buzz around your ears and occasionally get thwarted by ear hairs. But this egregious smite – like a neutrino through lead – flew straight to my eardrum. How thankful of ear hairs I will now remain!
The first time I’ve ever heard a fly flap its wings"
The first time I’ve ever heard a fly flap its wings"
"I have made some kind of accord. The hounds that bay and bite are now quiet. Very friendly too. They are now the most beautiful liquid metal blues and violets. The gates that they guard have also changed."
Rainbow Fish Bull Terriers
In memoriam: Cerium the goose
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May 6, 2025 at 9:32 PM
"I have made some kind of accord. The hounds that bay and bite are now quiet. Very friendly too. They are now the most beautiful liquid metal blues and violets. The gates that they guard have also changed."
The moon's my constant mistress,
And the lonely owl my marrow;
The flaming drake and the night crow make
Me music to my sorrow.
The spirits white as lightning
Would on my travels guide me
The stars would shake and the moon would quake
Whenever they espied me...
by Mad Tom O' Bedlam
And the lonely owl my marrow;
The flaming drake and the night crow make
Me music to my sorrow.
The spirits white as lightning
Would on my travels guide me
The stars would shake and the moon would quake
Whenever they espied me...
by Mad Tom O' Bedlam
April 22, 2025 at 12:41 AM
The moon's my constant mistress,
And the lonely owl my marrow;
The flaming drake and the night crow make
Me music to my sorrow.
The spirits white as lightning
Would on my travels guide me
The stars would shake and the moon would quake
Whenever they espied me...
by Mad Tom O' Bedlam
And the lonely owl my marrow;
The flaming drake and the night crow make
Me music to my sorrow.
The spirits white as lightning
Would on my travels guide me
The stars would shake and the moon would quake
Whenever they espied me...
by Mad Tom O' Bedlam
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seems reasonable
February 26, 2025 at 3:57 AM
seems reasonable
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Simic's most Yorkshire poem
January 11, 2025 at 2:18 PM
Simic's most Yorkshire poem
March 13, 2025 at 11:34 PM
"The frogs are now singing but Roderick can't hear them. Three nights ago (all pious and sanguine in faith) Reynard came to call. Old friends they were, but poor friends then and now! Our second rooster - the back door man - came to meet Reynard with chivalry and all a second rooster can bring.."
Rainbow Fish Bull Terriers
the other side (March 3rd)
open.substack.com
March 9, 2025 at 6:40 PM
"The frogs are now singing but Roderick can't hear them. Three nights ago (all pious and sanguine in faith) Reynard came to call. Old friends they were, but poor friends then and now! Our second rooster - the back door man - came to meet Reynard with chivalry and all a second rooster can bring.."
Reposted by CWPates
