medicalschool:

The human brain in cross section

greyfaced:

Alexander Novoselov

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darksilenceinsuburbia:

Kate MacDowell. 

Crave, 2006. Hand built porcelain, cone 6 glaze, 3 x 24 x 4 1/2”

Crave (detail).

Website

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Footsteps mislead me to the shores
Of the world and now I stand
On the outskirts of a sea
(The one sea I`ve only known)

I know what stands on the other side.
I weep for I can`t dive to where it is.
But shadows stretch endlessly
To all directions from my views

At the centre of the tides,
I go underneath the surface
To see the rocky bottom
The one the water`s ever tried to hide

I won`t make it there, though
The far-off shores lull not as the waters do
The deep sings louder
Then the life I want to regain
The life I never understood

and now

I drown.

Make up the minds
Of thousands and none

We`ll sit in silence
The red windows`ll run
And their creaks will echo through
My mind.
I can hear.

I am here.

and they break in my path
For I have yet to choose it.
IT was his whim,
And in his hands it fell as he did.
A memory.

But I can hear.

And I am here.

HE lies when he says
That he believes in the prophecies
He squints at the bricks that make
up our wall, he looks for the mistake
We made somewhere along
The way

Because, you know,
And he knows it too,
We`ve messed up what was given
And we`ve yet to give up what is left

We`re headed nowhere
And that`s the true end

Bleed me out,
As if I was mistaken,
take my gut
Nothing else to be taken

Whisper in screeches
Hack.
Hack.
The lungs are gone
(We don`t need to breathe)
(Not any more)

Choking
(Wheezing out prophecies)
Choking
(Silent screaming for the breeze)
Lying.
(On the ground)

We`re crying
(Too safe and too sound)

likeafieldmouse:

Peter Hapak - Tank (2012)

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