For The Time Being
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“…alone, reviewing my words or deeds soberly, the sense of being cut off always took possession of me. ‘They don’t know me,’ I would say to myself. And by this I meant that they knew me neither for myself nor for what I might become. They were impressed by the mask. I didn’t call it that, but that is how I thought of my ability to impress others. It was not me doing it, but a persona which I knew how to put on. It was something, indeed, which anyone with a little intelligence and a flair for acting could learn to do. Monkey tricks, in other words. Yet, though I regarded these performances in this light, I myself at times would wonder if perhaps it was not me, after all, who was behind these antics.” (Nexus, H.M.)

Favorite authors. Favorite artists. Music that moves me. A few girlie things.

For my writing:
fulgurous.tumblr.com/mywriting

For my art:
www.brielleduflon.com

For a list of books I've read recently:
fulgurous.tumblr.com/Reading

Generally
Circumspecting.

@macdemarco from a sept.1977 Better Homes and Gardens ha
Almost ready to print again for the first time in over 4 years!!! Eeep!!! 😁😁😜😝😃 (at McGuffey Art Center)
Here’s the new studio space guys!   From the blue line on the floor to the wall!! I LOVE IT!! Can’t wait to make things.  (at McGuffey Art Center)
Working on a multimedia piece - this is a detail! #Paint and #paper #abstract #art  (at Studio BDuFlon)
Pretty leaf #flora #green #purple
Then I realized I hadn’t secured the boat.
Then I realized my friend had lied to me.
Then I realized my dog was gone
no matter how much I called in the rain.
All was change.
Then I realized I was surrounded by aliens
disguised as orthodontists having a convention
at the hotel breakfast bar.
Then I could see into the life of things,
that systems seek only to reproduce
the conditions of their own reproduction.
If I had to pick between shadows
and essences, I’d pick shadows.
They’re better dancers.
They always sing their telegrams.
Their old gods do not die.
Then I realized the very futility was salvation
in this greeny entanglement of  breaths.
Yeah, as if.
Then I realized even when you catch the mechanism,
the trick still works.
Then I came to in Texas
and realized rockabilly would never go away.
Then I realized I’d been drugged.
We were all chasing nothing
which left no choice but to intensify the chase.
I came to handcuffed and gagged.
I came to intubated and packed in some kind of foam.
This too is how ash moves through water.
And all this time the side doors unlocked.
Then I realized repetition could be an ending.
Then I realized repetition could be an ending.

"Romanticism 101" - Dean Young (poetryfoundation.org)
#babes watching the World Cup final!  😬😬😬 four minutes left!  (at Three Notch’d Brewing Company)
Lookit these little cuties. My 📱loves their 📱s. #babes #brunch #brunchbiches (at Bluegrass Grill and Bakery)
From the life-drawing session last Thursday morning. #drawing #maleform #lifedrawing #art #lines
I might have gone hand-made #paper shopping today 😁 #color #craft
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