

LOve?to find a whole desirable beauty, is to finding a peace entirely Infinite and yet wonderful. Passion is the gold hot bright essence of heat, in violent and dangerous waves. Love is the slow growth Of a giant sycamore; Over thousands of years Painting a picture in nature. Lust is the obsession Rising like a wave Peaking in the full moon And breaking into the earth A violent torrent.LOve?


inspirationTyping sound; clicking ticking flicking Time. goes around the room in Laps to find the Mind in a Hole and hoist it up onto a streaming fiery Sunrise. crashing into the sky in a bright blinding brilliant Blaze. the Sound is orchestrated by every vibrating Molecule ricocheting off the blank expressions and launching into the Cosmos; an infinite pilgrim.inspiration


Stametsrunning river. streaming thoughts what is the beauty of it all? where does it come from... and how do iStamets
stop it from coming. why stop stop!
flashing lights back and forth back and forth numbing electric; pounding blood.
rushing metal, crashing with the sound of cancer. the slow sensation- occupation of flesh and bone of our lives.
the blood spills into ourselves and we engorge the horror of the world. each handful ripping seams into our cheeks.
And the world &n


voodoowhat about beauty?voodoo
the sunrise at the sea riseing like the love heart, the breath kiss; through the lungs of you and i.
the frenzied silence; the metalic eyes welded together, lips twitching faster than ticking time, vine hands entwined, listen...
can't you hear? the heart's beating, can't you hear? the souls singing, the mind's reeling, our hearts are kneeling.
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need to change my sig, check tomorow to c the result...
i definitely enjoyed your work as well
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