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Nicholas Roerich

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Mociun

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Roma - too wonderful for words... watch the scene here.

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Michigan

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Still from my video showing tomorrow night at Artypes Salon, visit here to RSVP.

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Collaboration with Mike Perry for his upcoming book with Rizzoli...

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"the atlantis orb"

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Do you remember when we emerged from the seas, surfacing, when we were one and three - how the virgin trust split by both your voices strong with lust and obscene, saw the tore out - the very parts of me and scattered the sky for all who swear by, oh! great space strappado, oh! great laced sinsemilla, come now and cut us down...

FNP

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we are wild

vice magazine

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At twelve o'clock a meeting round the table
For a seance in the dark
With voices out of nowhere
Put on especially by the children for a lark

JL

dossier journal

you were the bleached sun for TV afternoon...

Annabelle Tsaboukas
Styling by Julie Brooke Williams
Hair by Song Isabel Hee
Makeup by Erin Green

eyes of lena nyman

wonderwall

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tiny vices

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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love -
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me
Yes! that was the reason
(as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we
Of many far wiser than we
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In the sepulcher there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

E. A. Poe

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annabelle

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centralia, pennsylvania

fuego