the_steve_cox:
St Philips Marsh
the_steve_cox:
Art and SMS
the_steve_cox:
Woodcuts and Watercolours Bristol Museum
the_steve_cox:
Sometimes when we touch
the_steve_cox:
Brewery Hill 2 pm
the_steve_cox:
ice on the wire
the_steve_cox:
elements of style
the_steve_cox:
point heathcoate - in a million shapes
the_steve_cox:
Doctor said it was the worst case of nappy rash he'd ever seen
the_steve_cox:
Peg
the_steve_cox:
A Visit From Jemima
the_steve_cox:
Four For Twig The Wonderkid
the_steve_cox:
His heart was broken and no-one even saw
the_steve_cox:
Come tiptoe..
the_steve_cox:
We are not switching
the_steve_cox:
Keep me in the loop?
the_steve_cox:
this was my augmentation
the_steve_cox:
As we explored our new world, we felt as if we were being observed
the_steve_cox:
I overstood everything that was said and nothing that was meant
the_steve_cox:
It's okay... I think I can make it
the_steve_cox:
Strange birds sang to us, arboreal quadrupeds swung through the trees jabbering melodiously in soft sing-song voices
the_steve_cox:
If I could, I'd like to fly
the_steve_cox:
The saliva tree was vaguely intrigued by our approach
the_steve_cox:
Why tell me quietly "it's okay", then rip me all to shreds?
the_steve_cox:
These lines you give me and raindrops
the_steve_cox:
I am, how you say, knackered
the_steve_cox:
Here they come, the beautiful ones
the_steve_cox:
... and great artists steal & get stolen
the_steve_cox:
Pigeons in flight
the_steve_cox:
One sip makes me immortal?
