No Rent Here.

Good Form

mon dieu. let' get outta town.

via

nineteen times

Dearest,

c'est mon anniversaire

le samedi, 27 mars.

Alorrrs...

for my present, for spring, for the birds in the sky n peanut butter & jelly sandwiches, n real witches n kurt cobain:

send me a postcard?

and i will send you one back.

if i know you already,

if you live above my deli, if you're thurston moore (shhh)...

put a stamp on it 'n drop it in the mailbox to find me.

and i may fall in love with you.

handwritten ruby.

Lola Kramer

46 avenue B, apt. #12

NY, NY 10009

p.s.

no creeps knocking at my door.

woof.

be my penpal babies.

Love always and forever,

Lola

Live Performance!

guess what-

You are in my performance piece

and I bet you didn't

even

know it.

cut.

cependent, I may have to edit you out.

bisousbisous,

the director

Lake swimming

"Like a strong swimmer who one day up and drowns,

you cramp and sink. It can happen to anybody.

You let love lay too heavy in your stomach."

-Tom Robbins

Je vous déteste que

je vous embrasse,

L

These are things that turn me on.

Ahhh...

Thurston Moore is a light in my heart.

I am foremost a collector of all things

visually stimulating and beautiful but I am also extremely inspired by words and when used properly,

and in an organic way,

can mean something extremely

visual.

This is how I like to write, and it is also what my eyes love to read.

Virginia Woolf-esq,

Nerudian

proverbs,

curses,

blessings, are

sweet poetry.

Makes my eyes roll back in my mind and

see fireworks and

blue raspberry inspiration blossoms

exploding in the spaces between buildings and fingertips.

Read below to see his hand and hear his voice

vv*

Orchard Street

milky cement light sends radiation to a boys
breaking happy heart of blood and liquid flame,
hand in hand with wild wild lightning sweetheart,
the searchlights eyes wet and drunken desire
dripping tears of wishes and grape stained
immortal escape, the childs buddah vision, the
guardian from divinitys shadow, free jazz hotel
silent phantom ship anchored out of nowhere
conjured by the grace of stony demons bliss
seekers crazy crazy crazy in love with the night
sky orange and pink an amazing kiss bathed in
layers of history the air rich with promise and
deceit but forgiving, thank the lord, the voice, the
smell of you, words become music and black
blindfolds deliver erotic prayer, electric strokes
and stomachs touch, the warm now girl whispers
indescribable nothing everything and all at once

Thurston Moore, February 2010 NYC

hardtoexplain*

What is also great is the fact that I was only just

wandering

Orchard street

minutes ago. I think I missed Thurston by about 24 hours.

I ran into a friend on said street

and upon meeting she asked

"so, what are you doing down here?"

I replied, "walking around."

She asked, "just walking around?"

And I said, "yes. just walking around."

(what was so strange about this ? ? I should have referred her to Thurston's prose.)

friend foe or feather

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Earth, water, fire, and air

Met together in a garden fair

Put in a basket bound with skin

If you answer this riddle

You'll never begin

x,

fool