happy birthday!

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He who laughs last thinks slowest.

Thanks for the comment!

thank you

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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

always welcome

thanks

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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*

Thanks for the fav, Kristin, on Just an Ordinary Sunday. May you catch all the little extraordinary moments in life

Did you say you composed a sketch of Me..... You know what … I adore it …. Because it demonstrates a non-figurative facade of my metaphysical self that most avoided to see during the late 60’s, the strokes are delicate yet lucid, just like my poems in "The Celebration Of The Lizard" and the soft shades just evoked memories of my existence (until I left to Paris) …. Your unfathomable, sphinx-like beauty exhumes poetic succulence and sensuous palatability, and your radiant, Italian-esque features are a dawning memorandum of poetic inscriptions, and also are a testimony of your talent (your gallery is a varied taste of thoughts and images, and I can taste there zest .. they are wonderful) hence your aura can only be described through words; read and heed –

- 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