Salt that clings are dampened ( Read more... )

Lately I've been blocked, verbally
and so far I had done some rereadings
on my life, and so, add me here:
seafolding for life size safety.

{I still post here, it's just that
I am having a temporary (I hope, temporary. temporary)
writer's block, you see}

Collecting new ( Read more... )

Paralysed dreams are drugs;
they visit me often, bearing the
deathly resolutions of nightmares.
The lights said, "you're
not welcomed! GO further!"
But the family members were present.

& I suffered a loss,
of waking cells

For the moment ( Read more... )

Dream 1: He asked why the metaphor 'lover's spit' in Broken Social Scene - Lover's Spit {all these people drinking lover's spit} after my sister amazingly sang the words of a song she never bothered to know. After a few minutes of savouring food, he proceeded to the stairs, climbing them with an interest of what upstairs may bring ( Read more... )

God, I hate the art of being dense.

Taken from Planes (my nanowrimo). My second main character likes to say "Oh." a lot.

The tip of the fingers smothered ( Read more... )

I bet Teh Lulu/my colorsplash is mad at me now. I promised her a double exposure trip, but now there's nothing interesting to focus on.

Virgule is left untouched for a long period of time since the last time I slid it between my sketchbooks. It's a gorgeous piece of writing platform; with a hard cover bending itself to keep hold all of my confessions, coloured itself with green and stripes for an artistic measure, and enclose it self with a thread, encircling the button at the ( Read more... )