beautifuladeline_manyFebruary 25 2004, 05:32:37 UTC
beautiful photographs. here:
Atonement
Midnight love is the sinking passion Of midday congregation Spoken music preaching through desire Suns lips and silky sins Salvation found in the perception of moonlight Turns eyes into misguided prophets Words tremble with burnt tongues Opens another realm The pink blooms Of dirty hands Deliciously Forgive.
She cuts up her words into long slivered strips, bright white fingers, replacements for damaged hands, cracked ands and forgetful because, time to slippery to tell past the eye of the clock smeared in paint, the memory of sticky fire, the scent of chemical bleeding edge form the the paper, paint the picture, and frames the composition of her face in veils of forget-me-nots, pay-attention-to-mes, and the feeling in the front of her mind the struggle of little wings inside her chest fluttering for flight and life and Athena bursts in full bloom leaves a trace of telltale blood and makes music like the sound of the coming of a storm over her face, over the bright beautiful mess, the rhythm in her breast, her eyes full of nothing left, but pale ashes and chemical fire, fever, words in long paper menageries making war with the wits of her creative impulses, stones to weigh down the transparent, the always running, the already gone, she glues them to paper in order to catch the strings between the machine of her heart and the goddess strung
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that was amazing. well i mean more than amazing, i mean some other word much bigger than that but wow...i love the last little bit" strung sticky and still wet from birth to the page". that was amazing, thank you. thank you so much.
hello i'm katy and i think your art is wonderful! you make it looks so easy, when i know alot of thought must go into your pieces. keep it up and good to meet ya! ;)
thank you. and i hate to say it but after all these years of doing it, it is easy for me. its what comes natural. its my way of communication. thank you and i'm glad you liked it.
i share an office with several other students. the particular building we are in has old oak trees surrounding it, beautiful thick trunks & soft sounds on windy days. there are always squirrels out & about near these trees, & watching them makes me very happy.
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Atonement
Midnight love is the sinking passion
Of midday congregation
Spoken music preaching through desire
Suns lips and silky sins
Salvation found in the perception of moonlight
Turns eyes into misguided prophets
Words tremble with burnt tongues
Opens another realm
The pink blooms
Of dirty hands
Deliciously Forgive.
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xoxo
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blushed lips on scattered sheets
remains of boy on girl
I don't recall how i found you, but your pictures are pretty things.
-kelly
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hello,
i share an office with several other students. the particular building we are in has old oak trees surrounding it, beautiful thick trunks & soft sounds on windy days. there are always squirrels out & about near these trees, & watching them makes me very happy.
(you have a beautiful journal)
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