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does the geisha ever wonder to herself?
when no one else is around…
“dono y? ni watashi wa koko de te ni ireta.”
(“how did i get here?”)
does she ever get to be herself?
and does she feel comfortable with her hair down?
i bet her face is much more beautiful without the make up
i bet she would look hot in a pair of jeans and a tank top!
forget the slave shoes and accessories
i want you to wear flats!
stop taking care of me
just sit back and relax…
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this was the last picture i ever took of “bear”.
we went on many adventures together.
i found him in a zip car in san francisco
and left him in this park (in tokyo, japan).
i’m sure he was asking himself “how did did i get here?”
and later “oh shit, that bitch has my passport”
and maybe later still, “i could totally fall in love with a panda, if only i could find the right one…”
ah, you’ve gotta love the hopeless romanticism of a bear!
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once upon a time this ornery iguana was a tree.
i think it was happier than you or me.
then someone chopped him down and cut him up,
slapped some paint on him and put him in a box.
a box with a glass window, they call a “shop”.
then the tree recognized the skin of a cow
that used to help him landscape and fertilize the land.
they used to be friends, living in nature, they shared a home.
a carved iguana and a blood red leather purse
still roam the earth.
together.
but the symbiosis is gone.
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i once flew to new heights
had a pack
we flew together
and it just felt right
but then i found myself all alone
alienated in my own home
and i ask you sister and brother fuckers
how did i get here?
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