Sunday, March 29, 2009
in a search for gold IV: american yellows
Santa Monica, mall-flavoured sunlight & fries 13/02/09
Our magician and the invisible Californian hummingbird,
14/02/09
Winter trees, burning with cold, JFK 25/02/09
"Yes. Frank's gone missing."
5th Avenue, 24/02/09
Before a sandstorm, Teotihuacan, 21/02/09
And
As Frank Zappa (Baltimore, Maryland) puts it:
Don't Eat The Yellow Snow
Dreamed I was an eskimo
Frozen wind began to blow
Under my boots and around my toes
The frost that bit the ground below
It was a hundred degrees below zero...
And my mama cried
And my mama cried
Nanook, a-no-no
Nanook, a-no-no
Don’t be a naughty eskimo
Save your money, don’t go to the show
Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh
Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh
Well I turned around and I said ho, ho
And the northern lights commenced to glow
And she said, with a tear in her eye
Watch out where the huskies go, and don’t you eat that yellow snow
Watch out where the huskies go, and don’t you eat that yellow snow
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Inari K.
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gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteLauren xxx