In a Windswept MomentThis scent ofIn a Windswept Moment
Breathtaking morning and
Antheral
Sweet Carresment of my
Almost lascivious Emotions towards the sun
and its children
the Roses
So perfect, young and sweet
descanting
Against the walls of a heavens valley
and
healing bruised
Children
hiding them
from fear and memories
of darkness and foul phantoms
a perfect carresment &nb
my cinnamon teamy cinnamon teamy cinnamon tea
rests in the foreground while my (fleece-lined) boy
practices an asana
he’s all skim milk and
hip bones; tiny blonde hairs ripple across his thigh
mesopotamian incense
traces thick patterns
and my (pumpkin bread) love sits, head on knees
he breathes like
hot wax; documentary flowers in time lapse shots
Angles of NeutralityAngles of NeutralityAngles of Neutrality
* * * You have to be careful here. It’s easy to fall in love with anyone if you watch them closely enough. Concentrate on the patterns, so you can learn to anticipate, but never contemplate motive. Motive is the easiest way to put yourself out of the game. * * *
"I need you for this," he said. "I won’t trust anyone else with my name." "I thought you were out, Jarris. Handling personal security now." "I am," he said. "This comes straight from my new job and that’s why I need you. I can’t get stuck running this tim
formarthaWhen we were children, your dreams were soft Cloud pillow lullabies and deep slumber under treetops. Pre-school and skinned knees,formartha
we were super heroes in neon visors and underoos. Declaring friendship with pinky swears and little-girl giggles, we ran Toe-headed and pigtailed in circles until we got dizzy And laughed our way home.
Yes, the umbra of your mind was still cotton candy pink Whispering young aspirations
We lost each other in the chaos of our early adolescence. 2 gears turning in a greater machine it was years of me, sitting across the room
back
You have some great stuff in your gallery, keep it up!
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Art of my friend: Gary Roberts art
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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Breaking entering
The dark and lonely places
Finding a big gun
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attached --
~ecfc | ~industrialheaven
parted --
~deidre [my graphic side-account]
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Seems like you've made quite an impression in your short time here..........definitely have to keep an eye on you.
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June 22
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