un wanna-be metalsmith.
con'intuìti pensieri o illuminazioni a proposito dell'arte in genere [arte?], de' dissidii e travagli che essa comporta, e qualc'altra considerazione.
ma, soprattutto: il wanna-be metalsmith.
[è anche un po' diario, e un po' blocco degli appunti.
le foto, dove non specificato, sono mie.
una mail? ecco: neghittoso-at-gmail.com]
Mon
Apr
6
deleteyourself:
Yo bro, fill your bong up with this premium water that like comes from like under a volcano or some shit man. Ohhhhhhhh shit! A volcano! Ohhhhhh man, my mind was just blown dudeeee!!!!
I’m hungry for nachos. (Link)
Wed
Mar
25
elvira:
wordjournal:
noun • spring fatigue that sets in when the sun has come out, yet it still feels like winter. (Estonian)
It is the yearning for sunlight and all of the earthly pleasures that you know must be right around the corner coupled with the grim knowledge that nature will find a way to delay your satisfaction for as long as possible. (via Itching for Eestimaa)
Sat
Mar
21
“ To make a dadaist poem
Take a newspaper.
Take a pair of scissors.
Choose an article as long as you are planning to make your poem.
Cut out the article.
Then cut out each of the words that make up this article and put them in a bag.
Shake it gently.
Then take out the scraps one after the other in the order in which they left the bag.
Copy conscientiously.
How To make a Dadaist Poem -Tristan Tzara (via misstugui) (via tobia) (via billyjane) (via elvira)
Sun
Jan
11
“ First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via laura9) (via kanamit) (via elvira)
