sunday transcendence and ice-cream afternoons

[spinningbelljar]

The rain beats swirling patterns on the road. I sit in the warm hypnosis of my bed with my legs splayed out like an opened scissors behind me. Clip, clip, move it. The keyboard dangles immitating broken streetlamps and dilapidated copper wires as I punch letter by letter on the screen. I make no sense but then again, perhaps I never do. It's like

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[raymond_yong]

wow, excellent play of words!

=)

[bambini]

i love the way you write.

[duxbellora]

F. Scott Fitzgerald. "But it was too late, I had resisted too many temptations and now all that was left for me was heaven; where I would meet people who, like me, had wasted Earth."
It's from "His Russet Witch" considered one of his best short stories.
Do not be Icarus, to fly so high that you fall so far.
Do not be Daedalus, that you watch the flight and the fall; and envy both.
Curl slowly, on the grass and bathe in twilight. Watch the shadows of the trees, the golden glints. Feel the cold and the soul and the past of the earth seeping into you; slowly, slowly, slowly. And laugh without a thought. Because all there is, is beauty Lynn. Beauty and lowly despair.

[spinningbelljar]

How can I be Daedalus with my imperfect mind?

Like Icarus, I want to see all, smell all, know all and feel all. The earth is an empty oyster but the pearly gates are far away. I'm going to soar next to the sun with my melting wings. Fall is inevitable but like Lucifer, I will revel.

Hell is just a concept.

There is beauty in the crooked and the perverse. Chelsea dear, you must feel the same way?

[duxbellora]

"There is only way to get rid of temptation. Give in." Ocsar Wilde.

"Stare, stare at that window;
As the tears scald and start,
You shall love your crooked neighbour,
With your crooked heart."

I mean if you have ever felt; ever seen then all is beauty. Despair, not of one's inadequecy, but despair of the world that never gave enough; is the only vulgarity; and ceasing the only crime.

There is beauty in love, but also in lust.
In virtue, but so too in crime.
In love, but oh! The heat of hate.

I want to feel. To be touched and loved, to comfort and envy, to run and to follow, to fly and to fall softly; softly away.

For my soul to curl like yellow smoke in the bottom of the Earth that I knew. That I loved.

Revel Lynn, no human ought more.

[spinningbelljar]

"...Stars, hide your fires;
Let not light see my black and deep desires.
The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be
Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see"
- Macbeth

Of course I will revel.

I will take pride in every step upon the littered beach; I'll watch dying birds take flight in the crimson sky.

Beauty in the broken.

There is no joy greater than the sensation and pleasures on Earth; that I know and perhaps, it is all I will know (for now).