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With my ego in my gut,

My babbling mouth would wash it up.

(But now I’ve started learning how,)

I keep it shut.

My door was never locked,

Until one day a trigger come cocking.

(But now I’ve started learning how,)

I keep it shut.

Wide eyes would clean and dust

Things that decay, things that rust.

(But now I’ve started learning how,)

I keep ‘em shut.

I keep ‘em shut.

Harm is in us.

Harm is in us, but power to arm.

Harm is in us.

Harm in us, but power to arm.

Harm is in us.

(”Leave it open!”)

Harm is in us, but power to arm.

Narrow mind would persecute it,

Die a little to get to it.

(But now I’ve started learning how.)

I leave it open.

I kept it in a cage,

Watched it weeping, but I made it stay.

(But now I’ve started learning how.)

I leave it open.

I leave it open.

Harm is in us.

Harm in us, but power to arm.

Harm is in us.

Harm in us, but power to arm.

Harm is in us.

(”Leave it open!”)

Harm in us, but power to arm.

Harm is in us.

Harm in us, but power to arm.

Harm is in us.

(”Leave it open!”)

Harm in us, but power to arm.

Harm is in us.

Harm in us, but power to arm.

Harm is in us.

Har in us, but power to arm.

Harm is in us!

Harm is in us!

Harm is in us!

Harm is in us!

Harm is in us!

Harm is in us–

Harm in you and in me!

What you letting in?

Tell me what you’re letting in.

Say what we’re gonna let in!

“We let the weirdness in.*

We let the weirdness in.

We let the weirdness in.

We let the weirdness in.

We let the weirdness in.”

At Laura and Aaron’s Galerie Salome….X

Best movie i watched this week was The Thief of Baghdad….such brilliant sets and colour combos…super cheeezo hollywood version of the story…but Harryhausen and the colours make the cheeeze so good…magic…

Fantasy, surrealist paradise….one of Leonor Fini’s favorite places…built by Edward James….a place of bizarre contrasts, away from the modern world…a precarious outpost on the fringe of the magic and mystery of the forests that surrounded it. The identities of respected local healers, not to mention the feared wizards or witches, were a whispered secret in Xilitla, and supersittion and sorcery were palpable beneath the surface of religious belief…..

Dusty is helping me to make my opalescent seashell bed dream come true for my birthday!!!! Ill show you when its done…ive always wanted one of those so bad…or Mae West’s swan…

We went to the Enchanted Forest 2 weeks ago with Jimmy, Sylvie and Brooke and then a couple of days ago again with Dan and Andy and so i have millions of photos from both our trips out there, i was too lazy to post any last time…but ill post them all cos this place is just so brilliant so im gonna do installments everyday…this is Part 1…and i have some little videos of some of the automatons n such too….

More tmr…

Cat stalking, thrift store Mata Hari pinball and meeting Dan and Desiree’s new kitty Feathers…