Saturday, September 19, 2009

Fading



And my eyeballs roll this terrible terrain
And we're all inside a decomposing train
And your eyes will die like fish
And the shore of your face will turn to bone
(from Hang Me in a Bottle, Tom Waits)
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4 comments:

  1. CHARLAX1:37 PM

    some pictures worth a thousands words never get closer to one like this one does a poem

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  2. Cheryl and Janet Snell12:16 PM

    Thanks, Charles!

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  3. Anonymous1:59 AM

    again, gorgeous painting and poem

    xo
    n.

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  4. Cheryl and Janet Snell8:25 AM

    Thanks, N. Some good images pop up from listening to Tom Waits.
    J

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