The Broken Frame


I saw a broken picture frame and my machine began turning. Will the colors escape a painting as waves crashing through levees? Will the scenes depicted emerge from their containment and become a demension without boundaries. Can photographs become life again? Gravity would be Earth's frame keeping it's beauty encased. The oceans don't spill, we fall but we don't fall.

I have no gravity. It seems as though my frame is nonexistant. That's why I'm such a dork, I figured it out. The union of an ostentatious imagination and the audacity to allow it to escape leads to the conclusion of my lameness. Yes, this I know...but will it end?

No Shit by Eskimo & Sons I love. Its the only song I've heard from them so far but I will continue my search. I think I have a great playlist of 286 songs, my favorites being Minus The Bear, !!!, Soular, and Tegan & Sara. Check them out.