December 2009
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This Love Of Mine -Ella...
“I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in...”
– Ovid, The Metamorphosis (via trilobite-friend) (via crashinglybeautiful)
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“The artist’s personality has an awkward ambivalence: he is a cave dweller who...”
– John Updike, in his essay Why Write? (via vishuddhachakra)
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Mornings.
The morning sun rises with such naive excitement and promise. Light spills onto my face waking me with the warmth of the Winter’s stolen sun. Soft lines of tear smeared mascara have dried, and the new day begins. A naive sense of purpose is reborn through blurry-eyed glances at the clock. A primal hunger rages after several days of light eating, but the intense meaning I project onto to each...
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My Love.
I wrapped the butchered snake around my waist. I lost weight from the heavy shakedown, my thoughts tingling. In this place.. Time in space-and perpetual change- loose bindings and sentiment trace the questioning mark of my solitude and bliss. Simple and cliche words, a thousand meanings buried underneath passages inside your iris. Dialectic climaxed, it’s fury and intensity,...
