my wonderful boyfriend even got me some new art painting supplied *big smile*
ummm christmas is very boring, and a little lonely


love blizzardRandom sparks of beauty, (Frost colored stars) Taste love live snowflakes, On my tongue they melt Sweetly. Mutely falling all around us, In a blizzard of love. I fall with them, Sinking deep into the mouth Of the cool Deep Snow.love blizzard
I lay there…smiling
Sweetly.


PurestHidden deep in back alleys In which most stand cringingPurest
Unable to look past and discover Life’s reality locked in a fleshy abyss. Nectar scarring ideology. Twilight circles ahead, And I wonder if it is not a waste, To stare into vivid whispers... But their deliciousness awakens me. Are these the exquisite words of illusion Or truths of a carnal beauty?
music
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He who laughs last thinks slowest.
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~zmagoslavjevolje - brand new second account!
i dont mean to sound cold, or cruel, or vicious, but i am, so thats the way it comes out.
-bill hicks
holy smokes goddamn and all ye falling candles of heaven smash.
-jack kerouac
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"I have been a witness,
and these pictures are my testimony.
The events I have recorded should not be forgotten and must not be repeated."
James Nachtwey*
- PRELUDE -
The flusters of tinted raindrops, field uncertainty when bellowed;
The straw of the insipid, is a straw one avoids to handle, fuming yet hallowed
What is, is what;
Yet what was, always is;
Hence, you are a Lost Poet’s Mermaid, the palpable pearl of obscurities
Following the path of the enigma, the mystifying, the poetic, the beautiful
And the tensions of the ocular, luscious ambiguity, the sun of impurities
The tempt tempted, the apple de rouge, the rouge of you, You are tempt incarnate
Oh Mistress of the Essence, How Beautiful you are, exorbitantly beautiful .. Yes … exorbitantly
- EPILOGUE -
Ciao, Donna Bella!! … I’ll Be Around, Darlin' , But for now, Adieu
Sincerly and Abused By Confusion,
The Eyes Of Ezinda; A Descendant of The Chamelon Prophet and The Butterfly Sibyl
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"Oh ... Bliss, Bliss; Blissful Contagious Leprosy of Idle Splendour/ Fearing Perpetual Sleep is a Loathing I reside in Candour/Doth the dove twinge when the tiger of lament punctures?/Plasticized Womb of Medusaean Dirge, Bellows Harsh; an Orphic Neonate
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