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paul-scofield
Born in san francisco. Lived in washington, d.c. and boston, massachusetts. Am a muralist and painter of oils, acrylic & watercolor paintings. I write poetry and short stories. Have traveled to england, canada, mexico, brazil, argentina, italy, france and spain, and throughout much of the u.s. of a. Living in san diego for a couple of years, now , but our permanent home is in san francisco. I believe creativity and compassion and love are the fonts of positivity needed to sustain a life
There once was a Donald from Brooklyn Sought fame–like a chef adores cookin' He bought and sold stuff It was never enough Our next Prez, just says,"Hah-caught ya lookin'!"
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Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 1:52 PM UTC
Once a donald
The memory of the present releases itself as television regurgitates the combed surfaces and chews into our future, making pretty colors We begin, cogently enough, to see what is presented on the plate at this pixel-cafe and before long we are entertained by the act of being, ourselves, digested . . The distilled perfection of forms the seeming access to all things twines around our will, quieting the motor of spontaneity . . the cheerful **** of moneyed hands tickles and tugs at our imaginations, You ain’t seen nothing, yet! The ‘other’ imagination of the world here in your box of lights watch it all spin the laundromat of experience. clean, dry and folded Channel-surfing, an old western is found ( a movie character speaks in surround sound: ) “What are you rebelling against, Johnny? Huh?! What do you got?” paul-scofield 10-1-16
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Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
Box of Lights