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That Wanaka Tree.  I stayed in Wanaka for a night, and I knew I had to photograp
That Wanaka Tree. I stayed in Wanaka for a night, and I knew I had to photograph this famous tree. I had initially planned for a Milky Way shot, so I made my way to this location at 1am. I met a few awesome photographers already set up there, @misaaaakh who braved wading into the water and @robertmoltmaker who ended up shooting some long exposures with me. The final shot was this long exposure star trail image. Sony A7III 24-105mm at 24mm, F4, 18 minutes. #thatwanakatree#wanaka#newzealand#nzmustdo#destinationnz#newzealandvacations#newzealandguide#southisland#nz#kiwi_photos#ig_newzealand#landscapenz#lifeofnewzealand#wanderlustofnz#earthpix#artofvisuals#visualsofearth#discoverearth#ourplanetdaily#earthfocus#visualambassadors#wonderful_places#worldtravelbook#nightphotography#longexposure_shots#nightshooters#globalnightsquad@beautiful.newzealand
22.03.2019 22:57:46
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as i pulled up to park I saw the ship going under the bridge so I parked, left m
as i pulled up to park I saw the ship going under the bridge so I parked, left my car on, and setup my tripod as fast could to catch it in time lol it was a struggle ——————————————————————————— :) (: :) (: :) ——————————————————————————— #streetsofsf#bay_shooters#tonekillers#creativeoptic#visualmobs#urbanaisle#creativetones#cityunit#streetscapes#streetoftones#citygrammers#citysquad#rsa_night#night_owlz#allshooterz#streets_vision#ourmoodydays#ourstreetdays#theimaged#globalnightsquad#nightshooters#milliondollarvisuals#way2ill#all2epic#serialshooters#createyourhype#creatorgrams
22.03.2019 22:39:37
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22.03.2019 22:15:37
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"Don't Depend Too Much On EveryOne In This World. Even Your Shad
Repost @ghlenn_ "Don't Depend Too Much On EveryOne In This World. Even Your Shadow Leaves You When You're In Darkness."
22.03.2019 22:04:18
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“When sky blue gets dark enough..To see the colors of the city lights..”~John Ma
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“When sky blue gets dark enough..To see the colors of the city lights..”~John Mayer Have a great weekend Everyone!🎉✨ 🌃💡✨🇦🇺 In frame: @dewicinta#sydneyfolk#igerssydney#sydneylife#neonlights 📷taken at Angel Place #sydney#sydneylocal#reflectiongram
22.03.2019 21:56:15
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22.03.2019 20:10:14
He'd known poverty and hunger, great pain and sorrow, the stretches of desert in
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He'd known poverty and hunger, great pain and sorrow, the stretches of desert in his mind at times seemed endless - feet and hands blistered from life's thorny vicissitudes. But Vicente Teodoro Echeverria wasn't bitter, his name's regality matched only by his soul's. He never blamed his lot on anyone or anything - even when he was being pursued by the authorities for the heinous crime of seeking a better life. No, his wealth came from the music that sprung from his heart and imprinted smiles on the faces of anyone who listened to his platinum voice and majestic plucks - the message conveyed was clearly delivered even to those who didn't understand a word. Passion never needs an interpreter - A.Flo
12.02.2019 01:11:44
Overnight delivery
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Overnight delivery...more
11.02.2019 01:39:10
When asked about the dichotomy of man, God chuckled, took a drag of the joint da
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When asked about the dichotomy of man, God chuckled, took a drag of the joint dangling from his bottom lip, blew out a shimmying cloud of Caribbean blue sarcasm and casually responded "What makes 'em so frustratin' is also what makes 'em worth watchin'. Reconcilin' that duality's the only reason why I bother keepin' 'em around. It's the only reason I created 'em in the first place" - A.Flo
10.02.2019 02:49:07
He loved to hold court, yammering about politics, the Marine Corps., guns, Cuba,
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He loved to hold court, yammering about politics, the Marine Corps., guns, Cuba, the art of cigar wrapping, conspiracies, the looming zombie apocalypse and how we all needed to prepare - or be swallowed whole - literally. His balance of street smarts, Latino bravado and an uncommon wisdom could hold an audience for hours - leave them transfixed with his unvarnished manner of speech - equal parts bullshit and impassioned confessionals - moving to a syncopated rhythm all his own, fueled by sips of coffee and long, sensual drags of a Cohiba. It was fascinating to see how the devil walked so assuredly alongside a man called Angel. He'd given up trying to turn him long ago but he knew he'd found a fellow hedonist, a kindred spirit in mischief and though he knew he would never possess his soul, he happily shared a laugh and a puff and tales of hijinks - the kind of stuff that made him take pause - filling the loneliness of his vengeful existence bent on destruction and chaos with the one word that made him jealous of man's mortality: life - A.Flo
08.02.2019 13:52:39
You couldn't judge his book by its cover. It had a cover but no binder - it'd be
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You couldn't judge his book by its cover. It had a cover but no binder - it'd been torn away. Years ago. Even the prologue was ripped and frayed, some of the insightful little nuggets kidnapped by time and avarice. Nah, you had to do a deep dive to get an idea about who the fuck he was and what made 'em tick. Maybe by Chapter 8 you'd get a flavor - by Chapter 17 you might even think 'em worth savoring - by Chapter 23 he was downright delectable and by Chapter 32 he mighta gone a little sour. By chapter 37 he was worth stirrin' into your mornin' tea again - and sippin' slow. Then again he was an acquired taste. Not for mass consumption - a tainted, delightful little secret for a select few. Midway through the 11th page of Chapter 39 the words just stopped - the last word written was "sophistry." The book remained unfinished, the last word adding to the mystery of a man many "knew" but only a select few truly savored. It's not that he died or was "dead." He was alive and well. He just loved and respected his readers enough to let them fill in the blank pages. Life was all about perspective after all and their truth was just as important as his. Maybe even more so - A.Flo
07.02.2019 05:29:45
Never stop creatin', communicatin', innovatin' - splashin' the world with the co
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Never stop creatin', communicatin', innovatin' - splashin' the world with the colors of your universe. The naysayers, the dividers, the liars wanna keep it black and white and gray - tell you there's a rainbow but they got the pot o' gold hidden in a secret wall of the basement, behind the nooses hangin' from the fuckin' crossbeams. They hate color and they hate light and above all they hate truth. That's when your paintbrush becomes a sword. Bushido the fuck outta that shit baby - A.Flo
06.02.2019 01:17:49
Some of the best shit in life stays the best when you don't share it with anyone
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Some of the best shit in life stays the best when you don't share it with anyone. Leave it to hell's angels to spread the legend after you're long gone - A.Flo
05.02.2019 01:48:41
The Ambassador - one of his more colorful personalities - always spoke over ever
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The Ambassador - one of his more colorful personalities - always spoke over everybody else when he had some particularly enlightening shit to add to their spirited debates. One little gem was "Listen, don't pay attention to the nonsense these life coaches spit in your ear for $1500 at some bullshit seminar with shitty furniture and even shittier food. Success ain't about wealth or fame, it's about the two nevers: never havin' to seek validation from anybody and never makin' excuses for who you are or what you do. The second you grasp that little skylight of truth, you'll stop lookin' in the basement for answers. Consider yourselves enlightened. Now buy me a fuckin' drink and we'll call it even" - A.Flo
04.02.2019 01:37:32
His passion for speed started at a young age, he'd play for hours with his cars
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His passion for speed started at a young age, he'd play for hours with his cars - particularly his Electric Blue Chevy Impala and Corona Yellow Pontiac GTO. He'd race 'em and race 'em over and over again 'til their wheels quite literally came off. Their track was the entire house, their glory eternal, his joy limitless. He gave 'em names - Caleb Calloway drove the Chevy, Jackie Alvarez drove the GTO. His dad would often join him - always choosing Alvarez and the GTO - in their prolific battles down the hallway, through the kitchen and every bedroom of the house. Alvarez came up short more times than not but it was always close, the sound of mouth engines and screeching tires filling the cavernous passageways. It was the most special time he ever spent with his father - he cherished every second - always bringing a smile to his lips upon reflection. When his dad passed, he rummaged through the attic for several hours looking for the cars. He swore they were still there , somewhere - buried - and he eventually found them. He was 53 years old when he crouched down one last time to race those two cars, speeding down the hall and every bedroom and the kitchen - he could hear his dad's cackle as Alvarez crossed the finished line to victory one last time, a whisper of "I love you dad" slipping through his lips as he stared down at the old cars, gleaming in the sun - A.Flo
03.02.2019 02:32:50
The 4 levels of attentiveness: (1) Asleep (2) Aloof (3) Absorbed (4) All up in y
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The 4 levels of attentiveness: (1) Asleep (2) Aloof (3) Absorbed (4) All up in your business
02.02.2019 00:54:26
Time's got two faces: the one you think ya got and the one there is. Appreciatin
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Time's got two faces: the one you think ya got and the one there is. Appreciatin' that discrepancy's the difference between misery and joy - A.Flo
01.02.2019 01:43:11
What did a fishmonger, paleontologist, funeral director, data scientist, expedit
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What did a fishmonger, paleontologist, funeral director, data scientist, expeditionist, former Olympic gold medalist and a muralist all have in common? Not. A. Fuckin'. Thing. But for one eternal night they would become tighter than a minnow's asshole and for those that survived, the story they told would be as unbelievable as the Old Testament - but ten times as enlightening. Sometimes you move the night but most times the night moves you - A.Flo
30.01.2019 23:43:09
Question everything. Open your eyes. Speak your mind - not with a shout but with
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Question everything. Open your eyes. Speak your mind - not with a shout but with a whisper. And if it falls on deaf ears? Well, sometimes you gotta tear down your institutions when they've lost their way - burn 'em right to the fuckin' ground - remind 'em who they serve and that the path is paved with compassion not control - and it serves everyone - not just a silver-spooned few. Hate ain't the most lethal threat to humanity. Indifference is. And the indifferent only start givin' a shit when the smoke they're smellin' is comin' from their own living room - A.Flo
30.01.2019 02:15:42
He had a rendezvous with Death but it wasn't 'cause it was his time. It was 'cau
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He had a rendezvous with Death but it wasn't 'cause it was his time. It was 'cause Death had to pay up on a vig or lose her license to kill. How the fuck do you get that kind of leg up on Death? Well, when your parents decide that Prometheus is a good name for their first born son, you better figure out the secret to immortality, be one charmin' ass motherfucker or be able to beat God in 5-card stud. Anybody who got to really know this cat wasn't the least bit surprised or jealous that he'd managed to achieve all three. Findin' God was hard enough. Beatin' 'em in 5-card stud?! Shiiiiiiiiiit - that's a special kind of special. Death was prepared to pull a fast one. What she wasn't prepared for was to be outclassed by an honorable scoundrel - A.Flo
29.01.2019 02:26:30
The Public Market had two faces: one by day, the other by night. Which one was t
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The Public Market had two faces: one by day, the other by night. Which one was the more respectable depended on how you preferred to savor your respectability: with a little Tupelo Honey or with a Carolina Reaper. Whichever you chose no one would be the wiser as to what vices transpired along its cobbled flesh. The Market knew how to keep a secret. It held more than a century's worth in its bowels without a moment's indigestion. Or guilt. It's why so many souls were drawn to it. It's why the Market thrived and would do so until the end of time. Human weakness was a currency that never depreciated - A.Flo
28.01.2019 02:04:33
If he ain't here yet, he will be soon. He ain't a flaker, he ain't ever unfashio
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If he ain't here yet, he will be soon. He ain't a flaker, he ain't ever unfashionably late, never says a word but speaks volumes and rarely repeats himself. You can wait, probably shit your pants - sob like a spring lamb in a clammy abattoir on the East Side of the ass end - pleadin' for mercy that'll just cling to the walls and watermark the paint - or you can gather your balls in a burlap sack and make a preemptive strike - save face, spare yourself the humiliation of soiled shorts and if you're lucky - maybe add a few breaths to your miserable existence. Two things to always keep in mind: Death ain't ever short on credit and he sure as fuck never asks for a ransom - A.Flo
26.01.2019 23:05:33
Clara mighta been born blind but she was quick to point out that her mind's eye
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Clara mighta been born blind but she was quick to point out that her mind's eye was 20/10 and could see a 4th dimension, so while she may never have witnessed a child's birth or seen the Sistine Chapel or gazed in awe at the Great Sphinx, she had sipped oolong at the junction of time and space, so if you had designs of gettin' over on her in the here and now, she could fuck your shit up on a whole other plane and for all eternity if the spirit moved her. Thankfully she was feelin' more virtuous than vengeful for a Friday night - A.Flo
26.01.2019 00:56:19
Time hobbles on, seasons change, lives evolve, memories fray - but fuck if I don
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Time hobbles on, seasons change, lives evolve, memories fray - but fuck if I don't hear your voice whisperin' my name every time the clouds sigh baby - A.Flo
25.01.2019 01:35:47
In any creative endeavor, technicians give it its structure, the bones, its legi
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In any creative endeavor, technicians give it its structure, the bones, its legitimacy - they set the rules and intellectualize it to ensure its longevity. Stylists give it panache, pissin' on the rules to elevate that shit to an art form - addin' a poppin' ass and boobies to them bones, givin' technicians fits. Structure holds it all together, but it's the sex and the soul that keeps 'em comin' back for more - A.Flo
24.01.2019 02:53:14
When you get to the edge, go a little further, where the light's too afraid to t
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When you get to the edge, go a little further, where the light's too afraid to touch the darkness, where your heart and your breath are the only things you can hear for miles - where Clarion rides a collapsible bike into hell to fill his quota, where the deforestation of souls feeds the bonfires of vanity. Ask for a man named Valiente, he resides there - in a bungalow that kisses the river - by the Graveyard of Erstwhile Ships. He'll be waitin' for you, tell 'em I sent you. Show 'em the tattoo on your palm then tell 'em we've come back to reclaim what's ours - what they've been loaned and failed to pay back with interest, with almost nothin' off the principal. Tell 'em to blow the foghorn three times. Tell 'em we'll give no quarter. Tell 'em I'll see 'em on the other side - A.Flo
23.01.2019 03:07:16
*
-Summon The Rain-
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Night won't shut up
In the twilight zone
The thunder whips
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* -Summon The Rain- * Night won't shut up In the twilight zone The thunder whips 'Neath the wind's dark moan * I ain't Able and I ain't Cain But I piss on the heavens To beckon the rain * Ain't goin' to heaven Shot at the gate They've built the Temple of Sighs From our mistake * What we done, you can't give a name Gotta lose your mind To make ya sane I ain't Able and I ain't Cain But I'll stab the heavens To summon the rain * Without love Without her kiss The reaper can't flay me Worse than this Up in flames from all this pain I'll shoot the heavens To make it rain * Was born for trouble In a criminal state Trapped in a cocoon I can't escape Same ol' bullshit Disguised as a game Gonna climb the lightnin' To kiss the rain * Gotta kiss the rain Someone summon the rain Gotta stab the heavens To make it rain Sharpen my dagger To make it rain Only the rain'll let love reign - A.Flo
22.01.2019 13:14:19
Immortality's overrated, a double-edged sword - here today, here tomorrow - love
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Immortality's overrated, a double-edged sword - here today, here tomorrow - love, lose, mourn - repeat. Over and fuckin ' over. Been there brother, it ain't for the faint of heart, it ain't for the foolhardy neither. It'll make you sick. The soul ain't meant to be in one place. It's meant to fly - untethered, adrift - and dyin' is the only way it can soar. So smile. Be grateful you ain't here forever. Death ain't an obstruction, it's just another opportunity to fly - A.Flo
21.01.2019 15:38:34
The right ride can save your hide glidin' through the concrete jungle, never cry
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The right ride can save your hide glidin' through the concrete jungle, never cry uncle when you're in a rumble - tusslin', hustlin' - ruffllin' the wrong feathers for the right reasons - every jester needs a court for he and his cohorts to stalk and commit high treason. There's a time and a season to catch your foes while they're weepin' and wheezin'. We all got our place, some just know it sooner than others - sisters and brothers tote the coat of arms - arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder - holy rollers pushin' boulders to start the avalanche for love, for life - for family. To end the strife you gotta get dirty, sometimes a little flirty - fight morons with marauders - only ballers can demystify the mystics with guile and linguistics - no quarter - 'til the heavens fall and our lead balloons finally defy the laws of physics - A.Flo
20.01.2019 17:01:41
Mirror, mirror....
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Mirror, mirror.......more
19.01.2019 16:59:39
They accelerated deep into the armpit, on a purloined S59, night oozing like Ind
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They accelerated deep into the armpit, on a purloined S59, night oozing like India ink fleeing from the sky, stars kidnapped by juvenile clouds and held for a ransom God was too short on cash to pay - or too fuckin' stingy to care. Despite the hovering omens they ventured further, faster - harder - hearts beating like a kettle drummer on a cocktail of yaba and Gummy Bears. Love is often the only justification to put yourself in harm's way. It's often the only justification to endure most anything - A.Flo
18.01.2019 14:41:46
Gotta move fast in the naked city, short on pity, no fat - jump right into the n
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Gotta move fast in the naked city, short on pity, no fat - jump right into the nitty gritty, get trampled if you don't keep pace or move faster, disaster awaits at every corner, Little Jack Horner with a face full of pie - a cry bleeds through a saxophone, nobody answerin' the call home, black sky crashes on their crystal domes, a tome for the walking dead who refuse to atone for the wrongs a generation committed, shitted on the masses for a dollar - turn a profit into a martyr. Tomorrow ain't makin' promises yesterday failed to keep, no sleep for the wild and the weary, fuck your string theory - it's all a black hole - gotta dive deep undercover to uncover the truth at the root - that there never was a forbidden fruit, just en excuse for us to look away while they steal the loot, every clue leadin' to one final war, one final reckoning, one final salute: to liberty - A.Flo
17.01.2019 13:15:05
Lemme draw your friendly fire, lay their ignorance on Lancelot's pyre. Let your
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Lemme draw your friendly fire, lay their ignorance on Lancelot's pyre. Let your aim be righteous and true, only in death can Dramatis break through. Shake your hips to my circadian rhythm, colors splashin' through my mind's prism. Ain't got much time to undo the done, so let's do the do 'fore the risin' sun - A.Flo
16.01.2019 17:14:37
Whether you admit it or not, whether you're prepared for it or not - it's comin'
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Whether you admit it or not, whether you're prepared for it or not - it's comin'. Only a matter of when, not if. Only thing you can decide is if you're gonna be on your feet or on your knees when it finally does. Whether that shovel in your hand is for the coup de grâce or to dig your own grave. You'll know it's time when the stars and the birds fall from the sky and the only thing you hear is the coughin' of thunder and the blood squeezin' through your veins. The last night on Earth is the first day of somethin' else. What that is, is up to you - A.Flo
15.01.2019 18:30:00
We come from the land of the ice and snow
From the midnight sun where the hot sp
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We come from the land of the ice and snow From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow How soft your fields so green Can whisper tales of gore Of how we calmed the tides of war We are your overlords - L.Z.
14.01.2019 13:28:02
An artist is always looking at new ways to express themself, to communicate, to
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An artist is always looking at new ways to express themself, to communicate, to connect with people - endlessly searching - trying new mediums to master, new disciplines to shape and be shaped, to expand their consciousness and help them take another step closer toward immortality- A.Flo
13.01.2019 23:05:10
Only antidote for death is music. You can ride a riff into the sweet hereafter a
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Only antidote for death is music. You can ride a riff into the sweet hereafter and buy yourself a return trip if you strike the right chord at the right time, in the right company. I speak from experience, so take heed brothers and sisters. This is my fourth go 'round and I'll be damned if I ain't raisin' the roof on my way out to come back for a fifth - A.Flo
13.01.2019 04:58:37
Even God's got a speed limit - A.Flo
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Even God's got a speed limit - A.Flo...more
12.01.2019 01:44:26
The Preacher and The Pauper: My parish ain't in a fancy cathedral or on some mou
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The Preacher and The Pauper: My parish ain't in a fancy cathedral or on some mountain top. And it ain't in the service of God or some supreme being we'll never meet or understand. Some being whose standards we'll fall far short of and fail time and time again. Nah, my parish is in the subway station, on a park bench or in some decayin' back alley. It don't pretend to be somethin' it ain't and it sure as hell don't use guilt as a means of control. No platitudes with attitude. It don't serve anyONE or anyTHING but you - and everybody to your left and to your right. It don't take donations. Don't take your mind. It don't take nothin' - and the only thing it ever asks for in return is what it gives - common decency - A.Flo
11.01.2019 02:43:22
It was a rare sighting through the spyglass, a dinosaur, a remnant of another ti
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It was a rare sighting through the spyglass, a dinosaur, a remnant of another time sat with the sun in its face - blithely soaking in the rays with little regard for the ticking clock. A time they looked back upon with reverence, but hindsight's 20/400 and the mind's got a funny way of changing perception to feed the needs of the ego. Life was harsher then, cruel beyond measure, simpler - yes - but only in its repudiation of empathy, paving over institutionalized callousness as "character" building, which was just another way of saying "I won't apologize for being fucked up and fucking you up six ways to Sunday in a leap year" - A.Flo
10.01.2019 03:22:18
Every petal that fell had a song and a scent all its own, echoing in the chamber
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Every petal that fell had a song and a scent all its own, echoing in the chambers of conscience - rallying the spirits of their ancestors - drawing breath once more to heal the lesions on the breasts of the mother that birthed them - A.Flo
09.01.2019 04:45:33
The bitch about memorable nights is tryin' to remember what the fuck happened th
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The bitch about memorable nights is tryin' to remember what the fuck happened the day after - A.Flo
08.01.2019 14:43:57
Through the chaos, the confusion, the strife that infiltrated every last vessel
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Through the chaos, the confusion, the strife that infiltrated every last vessel of their being, burned a pale light just on the edge of madness that would be their salvation. They only needed to figure out how the fuck to keep it lit - A.Flo
07.01.2019 17:43:16
For every dreamer there were two thieves - one for his riches and one for his so
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For every dreamer there were two thieves - one for his riches and one for his soul. Denholm hadn't seen his family in two years, chasing the gold serpent into a rabbit hole with the devil in tow. He swore he'd seen God in them hills - at least twice. Once sipping whiskey along the calf of the river, snatching fish with his free palm. The other when he shot a pair of deviants - members of a crew of miscreants haunting the gorge like a horde of ghosts with insomnia - and a vendetta. God was a coyote with platinum eyes that barely flinched at the fireworks as he sipped from the gorge's elixir, nodded approvingly as he walked past Denholm into a welcoming shadow. Shallow graves pocked the shore - grim reminders of greed's agenda. This was deadly work made deadlier by death's refusal to abide by any code of decency. Denholm continued to go about his business, undaunted. He'd lost partners, more than a few friends, some prospects, and nearly his life on one occasion too many but his dream awaited and so did his family - and hunger never made an ally of the fearful. He rested his palm on the Colt nestled on his hip as he inspected the mistress shimmering in maize on his fingers with one eye, and the three fools birthed from the treeline downriver with the other. Trouble still hadn't learned her lesson and Denholm wasn't about to stop tutoring her- A.Flo
06.01.2019 00:36:02
I cross the bridges in my mind to the furthest reaches of memory - to the places
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I cross the bridges in my mind to the furthest reaches of memory - to the places that shaped me, the experiences that guided me in total darkness, that left me naked before a tribunal of masters, in a courtyard adorned with the flaming tapestry of fears. It's there that I found you, in a thinly lit vestibule in blue - hand outstretched, a perfectly etched smile hanging from the corners of your lips - waiting, wanting to finally take me home - A.Flo
05.01.2019 06:33:34
They snuck into a room they had no business entering at a time not worth remembe
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They snuck into a room they had no business entering at a time not worth remembering for reasons they could't begin to fathom. Until they saw HIM emerge from behind a crate and leap up onto the pneumonic radiator - lithe, full of sass and charm and carved completely of wood - like Pinocchio - only cooler - and you know, not a pussy. He stretched and yawned, wrinkled his snout before calmly introducing himself "My name is Raul Cristóbal García Montañez de La Huerta. I am from Oaxaca and I am going to change the world. If you are wise and wish to live, you will join me." They glanced at each other - flummoxed. They'd just been addressed by a fully-animated, wood-carved Chihuaha or Kit Fox or some sinister spawn of the two in the abandoned apartment of a brownstone in the ass end of Brooklyn on this - the 234th birthday of Jacob Ludwig Grimm. Who the fuck were they to doubt the conviction of an indigo, 8-inch, bi-lingual wooden canine-rodent with a flare for the theatrical? - A.Flo
04.01.2019 06:11:55
He'd spend hours in his grandpa's shop, watching him make those old cars new aga
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He'd spend hours in his grandpa's shop, watching him make those old cars new again. "What you build with your hands, you take into your heart and your heart gives it back to those closest to you and to the ones that need it most. That's why we're here. To build that circle of love. Without it our time here is meaningless. You understand?" He told his grandpa yes, he did and he took heed to his words - long after he passed - and they made all the difference in his life and to those he touched. He rarely visited his grandpa's grave because that's not where his soul resided. It resided in that shop, in those tools, in those old cars - and everyone that entered it was never the same when they left - A.Flo
03.01.2019 02:13:57
Metamorphosis
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Metamorphosis...more
02.01.2019 06:56:29
These weren't just waves man, they were life tsunamis, the kinda shit that level
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These weren't just waves man, they were life tsunamis, the kinda shit that levels civilizations and this spitfire was navigatin' 'em with pluck, elegance and more soul than Aretha at the Apollo in '71. Her eyes smiled from the bar in the café and he knew from the glint she was the kinda fire he'd been lookin' to stoke since, well, he discovered fire - A.Flo
01.01.2019 19:53:03
I stitched together the fragments of every lucid dream into a prayer quilt of so
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I stitched together the fragments of every lucid dream into a prayer quilt of sorts, and found more reality in the language of that patchwork than I ever gathered from a psalm - A.Flo
31.12.2018 17:41:24
Every day a little piece of 'em died and was resurrected, acclaimed at detectin'
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Every day a little piece of 'em died and was resurrected, acclaimed at detectin' the lie, the false smile, insincere praise - raise a glass to the posers, double dosers, the pretenders - vainglorious bastards stompin' lives on a bender, regardless of gender - tender their resignation to the human race, repeat offenders - never doin' time and never contenders. Got too much love to live and die for, to strive for - to waste time on the petty, the insecure - dream on the horizon, world to explore, hold the ones that matter close when the devil kicks in the door. Strikin' that elusive balance between the mind and the body to feed the soul - the unendin' effort to become whole, usin' language and his mind's eye to find the rhythm, fill the dark with an eternal glow, steal the show, hear the fallen saints risin' back to the heavens chantin' "Ain't got soul 'til ya feel The Flo" - A.Flo 🖖🏼🤘🏼✌🏼🤙🏼👊🏼✋🏼
30.12.2018 14:45:45
Couldn't shake it, caught 'em every night,
Uppercut, right cross combo
Arms akim
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Couldn't shake it, caught 'em every night, Uppercut, right cross combo Arms akimbo Flat footed Soul in limbo Fever dream Nothin' as it seems Rabbit and the bell One part heaven, three parts hell Fall from grace Leather stitched in lace Walk twelve paces Turn 'round, face the devil Dig two graves with one shovel Not just a state of mind But a splinter in time And consciousness Is he the rabbit or is he the bell? Sell your soul for the future But only time'll tell Walls closin' in Trumpets blare Armies of the dead arise Here comes the hare For every truth there's a thousand dares I hear a bell, I hear a bell When it stops ringin' Got no more lies to sell Ring the bell, ring the bell Insanity saves the sane I hear a bell -A.Flo
30.12.2018 02:26:35
I won't always be there to guide you through the shadows but I'll give you the t
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I won't always be there to guide you through the shadows but I'll give you the tools to always find the light - A.Flo
27.12.2018 19:05:45
His out of body experiences were deeper, more frequent than at any time before.
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His out of body experiences were deeper, more frequent than at any time before. Whereas in the past he felt disconnected, aloof - now the more frequently he ventured, the more he mastered it - the more plugged in he became. He could feel the breaths and the pulse of the city and synchronized it with his. It was a living, breathing thing - it had a soul, a destination and a language all its own. He became fluent in a short time. It was necessary for his mission: repairing and redirecting defective energy pockets throughout its electromagnetic canvas, averting stagnation and regression in the process - the cancer for any civilization. But as gratifying as the work was it came at a price. Energy is energy after all. Move it to strengthen one place and weaken another. While he basked in the freedom and the buoyancy of his sorties, they enervated him and it took longer to replenish, the deeper he ventured. And the more time he spent away from his body, the more quickly it deteriorated. Not even the charge he received from his missions was enough to revive it. Soon he'd be pure energy and nothing more. He hoped to be finished with his mission soon. He had to. There was urgency there. He needed to feel pleasure and pain in bundles before he transcended for good. Trading "feeling" for a higher consciousness and a higher purpose was a lot harder than it seems - A.Flo
26.12.2018 17:21:47
With as much dignity as he could muster, the Old Man gathered up the sad remains
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With as much dignity as he could muster, the Old Man gathered up the sad remains of his shattered Major Award. Later that night, alone in the backyard, he buried it next to the garage. Now I could never be sure, but I thought that I heard the sound of "Taps" being played, gently - Ralphie, A Christmas Story
25.12.2018 18:22:24
It don't always last forever and it ain't always supposed to. Each of 'em was wo
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It don't always last forever and it ain't always supposed to. Each of 'em was worldly enough to appreciate that fact and they made the most of it while it was there. When they parted there was little bitterness and alotta gratitude for what they'd shared, understanding that those moments didn't come around often enough. "You'll always be Christmas" she told him after they kissed, slipping into a cab and disappearing into a snow mist on their final night - A.Flo
24.12.2018 20:03:35
St. Nick pimpin' the whip
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St. Nick pimpin' the whip...more
23.12.2018 17:55:05
They were sellin' Christmas spirit outta the back of this nondescript truck for
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They were sellin' Christmas spirit outta the back of this nondescript truck for 275 bucks per 8 ounces. The "high" lasted about 6 days and if you wanted it for the full 12 you could get it for the St. Nick discount of $450. Nobody knew where these fuckers were from or how Spirit was made but the affects were undeniable. Problem was they, along with their product and the truck, vanished after the 25th - like a sneeze in the fuckin' breeze - and wouldn't resurface again 'til Black Friday the followin' year. The city was a haven for that month, a mystical place - even more than usual. Somebody had to figure how to find these sorcerers and convince 'em to sell it year 'round. Or they had to steal it or take it by force. Either way - a commitee was formed and a team was assembled and dispatched on December 24th. The next 24 hours would be intense and eye opening - and would change the course of history forever - or at least 'til next Christmas - A.Flo
22.12.2018 20:49:16
The confluence of two opposing forces don't always gotta end up in bloodshed, ma
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The confluence of two opposing forces don't always gotta end up in bloodshed, madness and mayhem - a blanket of sadness stretching from the pit of the soul to the abraded lips of Athena. There are times when it massages the spirit, reignites a dead star - elevating the human condition from shorthand to calligraphy - A.Flo
21.12.2018 17:03:31
This cat was stuck in a fuckin' time warp, right out of American Graffiti: greas
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This cat was stuck in a fuckin' time warp, right out of American Graffiti: greaser hair, Lucky Strike pack in his sleeve, selvedge jeans - the works - even called himself Daddy-O. Nobody knew his real name or where he was from. Nobody cared to. When you wore cool that well you earned the right to be famously anonymous - A.Flo
20.12.2018 13:25:02
He could crush a can with his mind, wrangle a confession out of a stonefaced kil
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He could crush a can with his mind, wrangle a confession out of a stonefaced killer with only a gaze - rally a handful of believers to victory over an invincible army with a mere whisper - but he couldn't, for the life of him, figure out how the fuck to keep a goddamn bonsai tree alive. His apartment was littered with a decade's worth of their corpses - to serve as a reminder that, while he had the power to bend fate to his will, he was yet to have a successful repotting - A.Flo
19.12.2018 16:21:37
There was pain most nights. Often in places he hadn't felt in years. He was just
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There was pain most nights. Often in places he hadn't felt in years. He was just relieved to still have some sensation somewhere. Anywhere. He didn't blame anybody for his plight - shit gets bad sometimes and spirals outta control - and you lose the reins, along with your marbles. Sometimes for good. If you're lucky you get 'em back, with enough pieces of your life and your mind still intact to glue back and make you a quarter-whole again. Anybody with an ounce of erudition and humility will tell you we're all one or two incidents away from bein' in the same or similar circumstance, maybe worse. There were a few people that still gave a shit, tried to help - and he was grateful. That was the best gift he could hope for, particularly this time of year. The bitter cold had a way of crystallizin' your resilience and droppin' it on a curb, shatterin' it into a million sparklin' doubts across the gutter. Seven months from now his circumstances would be vastly different but he had no way of knowin' it when Nova Calloway approached him in a flowin' violet overcoat (a coffee and a homemade pumpkin butterscotch muffin in her clutches), sat down beside him and asked if he believed in ghosts - A.Flo
17.12.2018 18:19:35
Some of us prefer a little coal in our stocking. Gather enough of it and it make
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Some of us prefer a little coal in our stocking. Gather enough of it and it makes for a splendid weapon - A.Flo
16.12.2018 19:35:04
The memories faded long before the feeling ever did. It sang eternal, brushing t
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The memories faded long before the feeling ever did. It sang eternal, brushing the beards of the stars, filling the eyes of children with flecks of enchantment - a rousing Army of Hope marching along 5th Avenue, pulverizing apathy's black ice into bouncing speckles of dust - A.Flo
15.12.2018 02:16:24
It was all a dream baby. It was all just a dream
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It was all a dream baby. It was all just a dream...more
13.12.2018 14:52:40
Every act of malice or unkind word she witnessed - she liquefied and bottled it
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Every act of malice or unkind word she witnessed - she liquefied and bottled it - let it sit on the sill to soak in the rays of the sun for days, marinating in its celestial probity before mixing it into the maté she served to the culprits. It cleansed their minds, stitched their wounded souls - changed their perspective - and they had no idea how or when any of it happened. She lived to 158 and didn't look a day past 30. When she died it wasn't due to some malady or a tragic accident. She'd just had enough, waking one morning and smiling at the sun and saying "I've done enough of your bidding for a lifetime - two lifetimes, in fact. Find yourself another lackey" and she vanished into the light, her pajamas drifting to the floor like a feather parachuting down to a snowbank on Christmas night - A.Flo
12.12.2018 20:24:41
She was the kinda trouble you sip slow, hold in your mouth before you swallow -
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She was the kinda trouble you sip slow, hold in your mouth before you swallow - not a cold swig, ya dig? You never got hung up over this hangover. You didn't sell your soul, you bought a ticket to slay your demons, left 'em screamin' in the splintered aisles of a dilapidated theater - ideal for the kinda drama that played out, no doubt the end of the beginning - play the winnin' hand with no fingers and a one-armed dealer, an agnostic faith healer with an eye for the disillusioned. If he was gonna die it wasn't gonna be of frostbite - nah - he was gonna be burned at the stake atop Kilimanjaro - a heretic makin' believers of the unbelievable at the most unexpected. Love by any other name is f-i-r-e - A.Flo
11.12.2018 06:37:21
Where's your sense of adventure partner? Your pioneerin' spirit? Your intelligen
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Where's your sense of adventure partner? Your pioneerin' spirit? Your intelligence? Empathy? Grace? Drownin' in the voices of the fearful, the ignorant - the ones who've failed themselves and are lookin' for scapegoats to justify the decay of their own conscience. Can't see the future if you're too busy lookin' back, reminiscin' about a Golden Age that was golden only for the ones born with a silver spoon. Can't get to where you need to be - where you should be - without a moral compass. Get your head outta your ass and back into that Stetson, hop in the saddle, find your true north and ride into the sunset before this whole fuckin' experiment goes permanently south - A.Flo
10.12.2018 02:52:25
He sipped her tears to baptize his soul - A.Flo
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He sipped her tears to baptize his soul - A.Flo...more
09.12.2018 03:55:50
Ain't nothin' permanent, ain't no substitute for grace under fire, ain't nothin'
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Ain't nothin' permanent, ain't no substitute for grace under fire, ain't nothin' more useful than the ability to transform on the fly - improvise - shift perspective, re-orient your soul with power and purpose and to do the whole fuckin' thing with style, a wink and a shit-eatin' grin - A.Flo Photo credit: Roemello Agjmurati @nevergrow Edit: Tuco41
08.12.2018 02:47:24
Her smile enraptured him, but it was her mystery that made him wanna stay - A.Fl
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Her smile enraptured him, but it was her mystery that made him wanna stay - A.Flo...more
07.12.2018 01:24:23
Every dream I ever lost, that I failed to remember when I woke, I found one nigh
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Every dream I ever lost, that I failed to remember when I woke, I found one night parked in a No Standing zone on 2nd Avenue. Wasn't until I saw them there all in a row that I even remembered that I'd conjured them outta the whirling mind dust in my head. By the time I figured out what they all meant they were being towed to the nearest pound. I didn't have a cent to my name or any favors left to call in - but I knew where I could find a bolt cutter - A.Flo
06.12.2018 03:27:49
Los Bromistas usual night of sidewalk dominoes was interrupted and changed forev
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Los Bromistas usual night of sidewalk dominoes was interrupted and changed forever one night when one dapper gent name of Lattimore Stratton III showed up and challenged their best player, Velasco Valdez, to a game of Matador. The stakes weren't announced until after Velasco won the first of a best of nine. Eight sweat-riddled rounds later, not only was Lattimore five hundred dollars heavier, but The Bronx spontaneously combusted and all hell broke loose from Port Morris to Wakefield. Not that anybody would miss it but it was a divine fuckin' mystery how it all started and ended, and what the hell it was all about in the first place. God was as perplexed as anyone as he celebrated his 9th month of sobriety - A.Flo
05.12.2018 01:44:15
Baby, if we're gonna chase the night, you gotta know we're gonna lose a little p
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Baby, if we're gonna chase the night, you gotta know we're gonna lose a little piece of our soul each time. For every star that's born, ten more gotta die in its place. That's alotta light to lose for a single one to burn brighter than all the rest. That's alotta souls lost to ensure it never burns out. Ain't never had someone willin' to risk that for me. Then again, ain't never had somethin' so important worth losin' it all for - A.Flo
03.12.2018 21:14:38
Every witching hour God holed up in a safe house at the edge of megalopolis whil
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Every witching hour God holed up in a safe house at the edge of megalopolis while the real gospel oozed from every sewer grate and every unclogged pore of the city, baptizing the prowlers and howlers at the moon as they disseminated the Word, along with a few felonies, to the gentry - A.Flo
01.12.2018 21:58:41
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