Ode to Browsing the Web

Two spiky-haired Russian cats hit kick flips
on a vert ramp. The camera pans to another

pocket of  the room where six kids rocking holey
T-shirts etch aerosol lines on warehouse walls

in words I cannot comprehend. All of this
happening in a time no older than your last

heartbeat. I’ve been told the internet is
an unholy place — an endless intangible

stumbling ground of false deities
dogma and loneliness, sad as a pile of shit

in a world without flies. My loneliness exists
in every afterthought. Yesterday, I watched

a neighbor braid intricate waves of cornrows
into her son’s tiny head and could have lived

in her focus-wrinkled brow for a living. Today
I think I practice the religion of  blinking too much.

Today, I know no neighbor’s name and won’t
know if  I like it or not. O holy streaming screen

of counterculture punks, linger my lit mind
on landing strips — through fog, rain, hail — 

without care for time or density. O world
wide web, o viral video, o god of excrement

thought. Befriend me. Be fucking infectious.
Move my eyes from one sight to the next.
#poetry  #words  

(via kristinetuna)

sosuperawesome:

Mini paintings on cedar by Cathy McMurray on Etsy

(via how-fascinating)

In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.

Buddhist Sentiment (via kushandwizdom)

(via resilient22)

jedavu:

Transfixing 3D Paper Patterns by Maud Vantours

(via alittlebirdcallede)

Tiny House Design made with reused materials. I want it.

betype:

Personal Business Cards by Sean Berg

buttonpoetry:

Thadra Sheridan // “Waiting”

"Maybe I should just supplicate myself before you so you can whip me with your menu."

A hilarious poetry short film. Anyone who’s worked in food service (or isn’t a jerk) will understand.

#diy  #shed  

queeringfeministreality:

keezzyyy:

this child dresses better than every guy in my school

AMAZE